22.12.13.1- Year of Sorrow
Year of Sorrow

22.12.13.1

And there was no art to her cry There were no stories in her eyes You looked at her that time But you didn’t love her even when you tried She asked for a miracle, a pair of eyes That saw her even when she couldn’t see the light Prayers are laryngitis nightingales A Frankenstein […]

1.5.16 Year of Sorrow
Year of Sorrow

1.5.16

The future is made up of tears you don’t even remember letting out in the night. With crumpled pages of defeat All I ever wanted was to believe And there is justice for every time you didn’t have it in you to do justice. It’s made up of fears you didn’t even know existed underneath […]

9.4.16- Year of Sorrow
Year of Sorrow

9.4.16

This is how you know they can’t be fixed When you can hear the guilt talking. Screaming from behind what they are really saying. When they have grazed upon an apology and returned way too many times. I wish you have it in you to forgive. All the people you have been.

The Caterpillar- Momina Arif's Blog
Writing

The Caterpillar

When the days came crashing I whispered promises into debris Made demon deals and blind dives into things you don’t return from But I wanted my skin off I was no butterfly and I was a wicked caterpillar I believed in nothing and with every feather I collected off the earth I wanted to fly […]

15.4.13 Year of Sorrow
Year of Sorrow

15.4.13

At the bottom of misery’s ocean Is a soul manic to its core Pride that lingers the wreck Doesn’t bring it back life The closest we ever get Is that we forget The invisible boundaries if not touched Will never be found The only reason that keeps you around are roses that bloom right out […]

Writing

The Woman

I promise you sometimes the world is on my side.  and I write the future.  I let the trees grow their barks through walls  and then they are homes no longer sometimes the pavement cracks open  for a clover.  sometimes a deer in the woods gets to decide the trickle down of planets. and when […]

The British Law- Momina Arif's Blog
Writing

The British Law

Behold the British Law, the horse breeder and his reptilian bastards.  May they grow into men. May they know better than fear.  Behold the Shakespearean threat.  Women who tasted freedom and never returned  May they never return.  May they never learn.  Behold the blood that ran blue and tangled you in it’s web  Let it […]