Posted in Poetry, Random


Cold. Empty. Drained.

The poison seeps through my blood seeking the revenge of an evil Queen

the evil stepmother, the bad fairy, the misbehaving doll

two worlds conflicting purposes

in a state of shock

the people awaken to the fury of the Earth

It rumbles the core of every creature within it

and throws them to ground

turning them into dust

the lie illuminates the dust 

the fairy dust

spreading through the land to start again

good prevails in this swollen disturbance 

and bad lies low 

waiting for man to rekindle the fire that is lying on the surface

dormant. sleeping. waiting.




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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