Adam.

Actively
Destroying
All
Misconceptions

Muslim. Stubborn. Confused.
Travel. Exploration. Deep Thoughts.
Giraffes, Green Lantern, Gaming

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Poetry
Thoughts
Mugshots
Words of Wisdom

 

Haiku

I wish to be one

Who brings her to tears of joy

and not of sadness.

The Heart Pumps More than Blood

Have you ever met a heartless person? Not a person lacking the organ, but a person who fails to see beyond the concept that the “heart” does more than just pump blood? 

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I’m Still a Kid.

Childhood. Those halcyon days of blissful ignorance, of unwarranted joy, friendship and caring. A time where sex, drugs, alcohol and violence were virtually nonexistent in our little bubble.

I miss it.

I miss waking up early on Saturday mornings to watch cartoons, I miss instantly becoming friends, brothers with anyone I met, oblivious to the prejudices of the modern man,of racism, bigotry, superiority. Everyone was everyone’s equal.  I miss the wonders of imagination, to simply be able to close my eyes and instantly be whisked away to another world, a world of must haves, and could be’s.  I miss the simplistic logic, the lack of hatred and the enduring thought that I could be anything I damn well wanted to be. So I guess, more than anything else,

I miss my old self.

I’ve changed, I view the world through the eyes of a man. Through that lens, the world has no beauty, no wonder. The tress remain barren. The wind merely blows, it doesn’t whistle. A squirrel is a pest, an ant, even more so, and forget dancing in the rain, do you want hypothermia?

10 years ago, I would’ve been freaking breakdancing in that rain. Sticking my tongue out saying “water is water”. Instead I find myself today drinking from the bitter plastic bottle of modern convention. Life is boring again.

Well you know what? Screw maturity.

Childhood is fleeting, maturity is forever.

Go, be a kid. They know how to live.

Creating words worlds on paper, watching them spring to life
Stanzas full of detail, from the acid washed sky to the most miniscule minute blades of grass, to the cool, glass like marbles of dew perched up on their tips.

I want to create.

Creating words worlds on paper, watching them spring to life

Stanzas full of detail, from the acid washed sky to the most miniscule minute blades of grass, to the cool, glass like marbles of dew perched up on their tips.

I want to create.