Whispers of a Demon
By Alaa Al Maliki
Whispers of a demon
Burn me inside everyday
As he sprinkles a bit of lemon
On the wounds of my dismay
He smiles at midnight
Watching me cry in pain
Oh to him it’s just a delight
Watching me go insane
Yet he is not to blame
As he is but a creation
From that deep flame
That lies in my soul’s nation
A nation so complicated
Filled with broken hearts
Tarnished and affiliated
With fakeness from all parts
It is ruled by a major feeling
“The want of one as a friend”
Then comes the pain of dealing
With an action called ‘pretend’
Pretend all is okay
Erase who you are
Just do what they say
Thrusting the “you” so far
Thus that demon remains
Smirking with extreme joy
Cause I satisfy his gains
An entertaining worthless toy
He plays his musical notes
On the piano of emotion
As I ride on one of the boats
Of the stormy mad ocean
Oh I’m sinking deep and slow
In that nation of my creation
Life is in its name for what I know
A never ending test-like situation
A Piece of Mind
By Alaa Al Maliki
It has been burnt in my mind
That broad back of yours
The aura that I could find
Between those backbone doors
Would you let me in?
Let me see your face
Let me fathom what’s within
The you without a trace
I hate the silhouette your back casts
Yet my eyes keep following it
Giving birth to a love that lasts
Forevermore in every bit
A ghastly love you granted me
Imprisoned me long ago
With stiff thorns that left me be
Yet kind enough to let me go
My eyes have read your back
Over and over again
Like a book’s hooking paperback
Driving me a load insane
I longed to reckon who you are
Waited for you to turn around
However, you stood so far
Whispered “A me is not found.”
Shock poured a cup of itself
Into the contents of my heart
Since you were but a mere self
From a piece of mind, a part.
