http://slow.writerscafe.org/QiyaamIsmail The original writings of author Aris en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032560 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Your mind was the circus; your thoughts the performers andthe night was the ringleader, opening the entire spectacle. Ironic how the showwith no audience and empty seats is more successful than the charade in thesunlight, surrounded by a crowd full of cheers and giggles. A sell out... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QiyaamIsmail/1814942/ A poem about finding safety in someone, despite you being the cause of your own unsafety. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QiyaamIsmail/1737535/ In the land of gods and monstersBetrayal was merely a part of human nature,Deceit was but a burried hatchet dug up and reburied in the backs of those who percieved us as loyal.No remorse. No empathy.No sincerity.Screams were laughter and laughter became plentifulNo batted eyelids.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QiyaamIsmail/1686370/ This is a song about love that is looked down upon. It's forbidden because people can't see the beauty in it; they see an abomination. Nobody experiences love the way that 2 specific individuals do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QiyaamIsmail/1637873/ This is a song about being cheated on repeatedly and finally finding the strength to just walk away from that pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QiyaamIsmail/1637864/ This is a song that I wrote a few years ago. It is about a toxic relationship and even though you want to leave, you end up staying in that relationship because of the hope that things will change. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QiyaamIsmail/1637853/ I'm sorry for making you feellike a disappointment. You used to be an A-student. Now, you're are barelypassing. That's my fault. You used to be strong, youknow? You used to be independent...a lone wolf. Look at you now, I'm sorry forthat. I'm sorry that you couldn't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QiyaamIsmail/1622126/ The past pulled as the future pushed,He had nowhere to go, but back.The past accepted what the future rejected,Into the darkness he fell. There he was, face-to-face with his past;All the voices in his head, they echooh, they echo Alone on the battlefield, armour made of doubt.See the past .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QiyaamIsmail/1621915/