Posted in Games, Life, Poetry


Life deals you an odd hand sometimes

From the married Kings to the Jokers 

I don’t know when someone’s bluffing anymore

So I switch up the game

and I lie low

Playing with two instead of four

Eradicating the Joker and the Queen so it’s just Aisha and the King

It’s not russian roulette

It’s not poker

It’s just snap

and when I find that match

and we see that we both the same 

Just apart

then I’ll put my hand down

place my cards on the table

and be victorious

winning everyone else’s cards

and with it even more problems

it’s a vicious circle


“A wise man can play the part of a clown, but a clown can’t play the part of a wise man”- El Hajj Malik el Shabazz a.k.a Malcolm X



Hi, my name's Aisha and I am 24 years of age. I'm passionate about writing poetry. Sometimes, I don't know how to convey my thoughts in normal conversation but I can spin off a poem about what I am feeling in 5 minutes. Or less. Writing is my thing. Like it is a lot of people's 'thing' and sometimes the only 'thing' that is a sufficient outlet to stop us all from going crazy. There's a lot of pain and anxiety in my poems, but often relief, which I find hard to convey but manage to slip it in at the end with a reference from the Quran or a hadith. If you feel you recognise this same emotional attachment to words, then feel free to read my blog and do not hesitate to contact me, comment and subscribe! Peace, Aisha -a.K.a-

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