S T O P _ feeling

Hey guys I thought I'd posyt this poem bc I seem to have arrived at #procrastinationstation ... oh well hope you guys like it. Note: this is also in support of Gaza #FreePalestine #EndIsraeliApartheid <3 #PrayForTheInnocents

S T O P _ feeling

Stop Feeling.
It's only children's bodies mangled and spread across a broken road of dreams.
Stop Feeling.
It's only acid rain of missiles of death machines.
Stop Feeling.
It's only mothers raped and dying in front of their children crying.
Stop Feeling.
It's only the media covering up the bloody truth and sharing a pleasant form of lying.
Stop Feeling.
But how can I stop when innocents are dying.
When the world is portraying the villains as victims and the victims as villains.
When society buys into a fabled, distorted view, a one sided vision.
Stop Feeling.
The rivers in Gaza are flowing innocent blood of youth.
The trees soak up the pain stained tears and grow truth.
And you tell me to stop feeling,
I think you should start feeling.
Start Feeling.
Smear away the propaganda infecting your eyes.
Unclog your brainwashed mind of lies.
Do you not see the uncle, brother, sister, mother?
As they lay, scattered in bits of pieces beyond reparation beside one another?
Start Feeling.
Do you see the oceans flood beyond the dams of strength in their tear ducts?
How an iron wall can fall instantly as a crumbled leaf in hands of destructive products?
Once an indestructible force disarmed in the stop of a heartbeat,
As a loved one becomes a fallen tree in defeat.
Start Feeling.
A blind eye you turn to a massacred forest.
Ignore the truth breathed out before they lay to rest.
Pretending to know what all is right and best.
Not noticing the ash of hopes burning in Gaza's (& Syria's) chest.
But maybe I am over-thinking.
Maybe their blood is a concoction of the lies we're drinking.
Maybe it's crazy to want peace and healing.
Maybe I should just Stop Feeling.
But let me tell you with each breath I breathe and each beat of my heart.
I will never stop feeling, but always continue to start.

-Saara M <3

The S T A R S are F A L L I N G

So here the 3rd and last (for the moment) of my poems in support of Gaza/Palestine. Pray for the Innocents (both sides). Pray for Freedom. Pray for Justice. Pray for Peace. <3

The S T A R S are F A L L I N G

"Mommy I'm scared", she whispers to me

A billowing echo inside of me

"The stars are just falling", I lull her to sleep

Suppressing my urge to break down and weep

The earth rattles under our feet

I rock her to dream as we face our defeat

Another shudder, shaking the ground

Tearing the silence and bursting with sound

She's in a safe place, a haven she's found

In dreamland, as the earth starts to pound

I hum & I hush her with tears streaming down

To this temporary life we have been bound

The soldiers are coming, my heart starts to thud

Their trampling feet nearing us in the mud

The clicking of boots and rattles of guns

Knocked down the door of the home we once loved

Bullets are flying in the room of rosebud

Spotting it's canvas with tear stained blood...

-Saara <3

P A L A C E | M I N E

Soo here is the 2nd of the 3 hope you like it and Pray for the Innocents, Pray for Freedom, Pray for Justice, Pray for Peace <3

P A L A C E | M I N E

The echoes of bombs all through the night,
Wailing loved ones far out of sight.
The world is silent as we dwell in this plight,
A one sided battle, a desperate fight.

Freedom, a whisper gone in the wind,
Up the high walls that we're contained in.
Hope still boils under our skin,
In our blood we spill in attempt to win.

Locked on a strip on old Palestine,
A land our forefathers claimed as 'mine'.
We offered salvation and were kind,
Oh, oppressors who now try to alter past time.

Our spirit wills us to strive to be free,
To break down your walls of insanity.
To live in peace and harmony,
Eradicate the injustice inflicted by thee.

-Saara :)

THE LAND BEFORE W|A|R

Hi readers bloggers and poeteers, yes it's been ages but lately I've been inspired by the turmoil of the current situation in Palestine and Gaza. I've written 3 poems thus far- which I'll be posting simultaneously- in support for the Palestinians who are being oppressed. Before I receive backlash let me clear things up: I do not classify all Jews as Zionists or Israeli oppressors. I wish for overall peace and to eradicate this Apartheid system in place and freedom for all the innocents (from both sides) who did not choose this hostility and oppression. Wars are toxic and cause feuds between citizens on a global scale not only national- inter-national- we are all humans and humanity is what is lacking their currently regardless of the religious rifts. Pray for all the innocents  and Pray for peace. <3

THE  LAND  BEFORE  W|A|R

Evergreen flowers & crystal clear air.

Replaced by heartache & bitter despair.

Laughter of kids & love without fear.

Consumed by panicked, massacred tears.

The children are dead. The love is too.

The crystal clear air is ravaged by fumes.

Filling our lungs. Choking on tears.

A losing battle over countless years.

Portayed as the villains, we lose all we loved.

While the enemy fire soak up the glory of our blood.

Our land is lost & our family too.

When will it end? & our skies return to blue?

-Saara :)

S | H | I | M | M | E | R | I | N | G S | U | N

It's been a while since my last post, but here is a new post of an old poem (From January) I wrote it while on holiday watching the sunset on the beach and felt inspired :)
It's short, but I don't really have much free time to write a new one. I decided to post again as we're starting our 'Poetry' lecture series in English. Hope you guys like it :)

S | H | I | M | M | E | R | I | N | G   S | U | N

Just as the shimmering setting sun, 

the day has burned away and my heart becomes so numb.

Opportunities were as full as its glow, 

but dimmed and bled the last of its splendour slow.

And so I stare with knowing eyes, 

admiring as they drift away and give way to the night.

Another day has ended so beautifully, 

yet I still sit somber having known its hours were wasted by me.

As I plan for our next meeting, 

I'm negligent of the moon and stars greeting.

Too busy to admire its magnificence, 
that I leave those opportunities as insignificant...

-Saara M.