I allowed myself leave Felt pushed out But still grasped at the dream One that would be beneficial for more than just us maybe, perhaps, someday, one that'll lead Them to not cuss Now I'm rediscovering my old friend She silently screams internally at me Dry-heaving as she drowns in fucked up dreams Unsure of [...]
Category: Poetry
Day Two/To/Too
(An old scrap. From the sky-high bed of my dreams. High aloft in the smoggy eaves) In flowing verses I write in gnarled woodlands I bite Crooked false is all around Armed knotted barks a-bound Am I to the deep clearing within where of / wherefore I sit [he sits] contemplate mine sins [?]
First day of MA Gender Studies at University of Leeds
I'm dog-gone tired and out of my mind, These phrases shouldn't even rhyme. I'm a steaming mess, sniffling and sick, Oxy-Moronically crying with a Grin. Learnt, Discuss, Led and was Let-down, Leaving the warmth of home my sickness abounds. But I did see this architectural gem, Clean lined staircase; To attain higher virtues on it [...]
Mariam Kauser 