A Forest of Words

And the pit of my stomach is twisting
As I wait on your phone call
Because I’m not sure how much I care for you
Or if I care at all
Maybe I just miss caring for someone

I don’t know if I want you to belong to me
And I to you
Or if I just miss belonging to anyone
Having a being to stick to like glue

I’m stuck
Between fantasy and reality
And I’m not sure anymore which realm it is
That I find myself residing in.

All I know
Is I’m lost…
Can you find me?

- Yasmin Jahada

The waves crash over the shore

I am a grain of sand

And you are the sea

You wash over me

Pulling me in and pushing me away

But I want to stay

Want to sway with you

A grain of sand

Enveloped in the pureness of you

Drunk with your liquid

Dizzied by your push and pull

And yet tranquil

So tranquil I am with you

And in your waves of love

Your ways of love I want to stay forever

Even though I am but a grain of sand

And you are this wonderful world beyond me

And even though there are a thousand more grains

That you envelope in your love

I don’t want to be left washed up on the shore

Or chilled by the coldness of the lonely illuminating moon

You see my sea I am your seed

Your grain and in the heart of your waters I want to always remain

Because we are one in the same

A separate entity connected by nature and destiny

Intertwined and meant to stay that way

Unless the world should one day say

“The End”

                                                            
- Yasmin Jahada



Dear silver wolf

With bright yellow eyes

Sing me to sleep

Cry me a lullaby

Make me shiver

Make me swoon

As your beautiful voice

Speaks to the brilliant, white moon

My heart is aching

As your howls keep breaking

The deadly silence

Of my pitch black room

Why do I feel homesick

As if I should be out there

Standing in the luminescence

Singing a melancholy tune

My dear silver wolf

With bright yellow eyes

Make me one of you

So we can sing a lullaby

                                               
- Yasmin Jahada

Finally free

I have thrown your whispers of sweet nothings to the wind to speak with the trees

And your eyes I have torn out

So that they can no longer burn holes of judgment into my soul

Your teeth I have pulled out of your mouth

So that your dangerously sweet smile can no longer haunt me

And your lips

I have ravaged with the tip of a blade

So that they can no longer kiss me softly and melt my heart and erase my thoughts

I have drowned your face in the lake

Until all I can finally see is me

You were my shining sun

But I’ve ripped your warmth from my skin

So that I can finally feel warm within.

And your body I have burned

So that you can no longer scorch my insides with pleasurable pain

And now you are gone

And I am free

Just me and myself

Alone

- Yasmin Jahada

Caressing my cheek as I weep

As I drown in my hollow heart of sorrow

You are strong, rooted

And I lean, placing all of my dreadful worries on you

Your green dress is soft against my trembling skin

And your fresh, petrichor aroma calms my heart beat

As I wallow in fear and pain and self-pity

Mother willow, weeping willow,

Everything I hold seeps through your ground

Into your roots and stored in your trunk

You hold the tears of so many there

Weeping willow you hold the tears of so many

- Yasmin Jahada

I’m trying to do better and be better, and if you want to stay in my life you’re going to either have to join me, fully support me, or leave me. It’s your choice love.

- Yasmin Jahada

Like a blade
Through my belly
Your whispers of love
Scare me

Because to be with you
Is beauty
But your departure
Will be the torturing epitome

Of “I miss you”

- Yasmin Jahada

I like to avoid weird situations and pretend they don’t exist.

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I just want to be a strong person. Moral. Smart. Stable minded. Why do you take all of that away from me? How can you weaken me so?

h0wled-horiz0ns:

we shove
ourselves
on others
and say it’s
love, when
we’re really
mining for
the gold
they see in
us, because
we’ve refused
to believe that
our flesh is
precious and
our bones are
beautiful.

(Source: h0wls-with-w0lves, via smilesareheavythings-deactivate)