For a minute I forgot that the lights were out
And the bridges weren’t mending
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20.3.16.
Remember that there are people who don’t mind when you lie to them.
They don’t mind when you tell them stories.
So long as you tell a good one.
For they have heard many.
They need you to make them believe.
Believe the things that they don’t see.
If you lie to them
You’ll have to believe
That these are the things you can’t feel
You’re humming lies to yourself now
And you don’t see
That these are the people that never believe.
They know every story that has ever been
And for all of our lies
There are hells of equal rim.
Momina Arif
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Read More →15.2.16
Unless the walls shatter themselves in a collision to break free
Until the stars fall to pebbles to match the dust, you’ll see
Read More →15.4.13
At the bottoms of misery’s ocean
Is a soul manic to its core
Pride that lingers the wreck
Doesn’t bring it back life
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Right between home and nothing
Is the longing for truth?
What will you still want when you can have nothing.
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I’m not scared of the starts that wreck you just a little bit enough.
I do not fear the benign stops that leave you gasping in puddles of truth.
I do not fear nothing that has ever been.
But the steady glide.
The straight line.
That feels like nothing
That becomes from nothing
And will come to nothing at all.
I fear just how long that line is.
Momina Arif
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Read More →10.9.13.
I fall like an empire at its peak. And you like a feather
Flying fatefully down to rock bottom
Every cell that trembles in regret
Trust me, every single one will forget
At the end of a heartfelt cry, every regret is still the right decision
On the edge of every loose sword is a heart still figuring it out.
But you never had it in you.
– Momina Arif
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Read More →8.4.15.
What did you ask for when the day was out?
When the bridges of red brick
Fell to clay
And then nothing
Like make-believe
I’ve had you there in the back of my mind
I’ve had you there all this time
And this will take me out
The way we’ll always end up being casualties in their moments of clarity
And this will make me into something else
The way I rise from pieces of me
I haven’t seen before
Now I know where it hurts the most.
Momina Arif.
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Read More →The Last Friday of September
19.8.15.
Remember the days when the waves could less than tug the cliffs at their feet.
And the nights when the turmoil of the tide couldn’t tear but a pebble in its might
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