When the world disregards you and throws you away, until you feel lonely and gray.

You have me.

When your heart seems to disobey and your mind goes astray.

You have me.

When your kith abandons you and your kin leaves you feeling blue.

You have me.

When you’re picking at your fingernails and even if you walk leaving behind no trails.

You have me.

When your hair is matted and unclean and when your clothes stink and suddenly when you feel like life has lost all its adrenaline.

You have me.

When every soul on earth avoids you like you a walking plague and when people look at you with disgust even when they try to make it vague.

You have me.

Until the earth becomes a burning rock again.

You have me.

Until the universe turns into just a cosmic boneyard.

You have me.

Until every last star in the galaxy dies.

You have me.

- Naurin Abubaker

#poetry #prose #love

lately, I've been feeling disheartened

can't withstand the test of time

why did reality have to snatch everything I thought was mine?

and I want to talk to someone about this

but who?

I can't talk to my mother

because I don't want to disappoint her

I can't talk to my father

empathy's not even in his dictionary

I can't talk to my brother

he goes through worse than me

and maybe even further

I can't talk to my friends

they think I'm seeking attention again.

so I lay on my

bed at the corner at twelve and

I cry

I cry

I cry

(maybe the monster under the bed will listen to me)

You have me.

When the world disregards you and throws you away until you feel lonely and grey.

You have me.

When your heart seems to disobey and your mind goes astray.

You have me.

When your kith abandons you and your kin leaves you feeling blue.

You have me.

When you’re picking at your fingernails and even if you walk leaving behind no trails.

You have me.

When your hair is matted and unclean and when your clothes stink and suddenly when you feel like life has lost all its adrenaline.

You have me.

When every soul on earth avoids you like you a walking plague and when people look at you with disgust even when they try to make it vague.

You have me.

Until the earth becomes a burning rock again.

You have me.

Until the universe turns into just a cosmic boneyard.

You have me.

Until every last star in the galaxy dies.

You have me.

(this is how I love you)

- naurin abubaker

NOTE: this was inspired by Annie Kaufman's famous quote.

#poetry #prose #naurinabubaker #youhaveme #love

we are a result of a drop of gasoline and a wild forest, slowly burning down the woods and until the fire reaches the last leaf, i whisper to myself this:

i tell myself that i am dust.

withered into the soil you walked on.

i am ash:

kicked into the drying water by your mighty pride.

i am dirt:

tossed around and trashed by your ungraceful hands.

i am hopeless:

screaming your name, gasping for breath at the end of the lake and yet somehow singing the melody of our poetic heartbreak.

-naurin abubaker

#poetry #love #heartbreak #prose #naurin

they told me stories of their childhood: birthday parties and sparkling tiaras to rest on their heads: but my parties were empty for they held only me and the only thing resting on my head was agonizing pressure and it was far from sparkling.

they told me of their childhood: weekend trips and shopping sprees; but my weekends were spent inside my isolated room, the only shopping i did was shop for more misery.

they told me of their childhood: careless laughter and flower-like innocence; and i wanted to tell them that i was once innocent too before the world painted me in dark sin,

they told of their childhood: their eyes gleamed with joy and hands met each other occasionally, and my gleamed too but with tears instead of joy and i hoped for at least one hand to help me.

then they turn their heads towards me, they want to hear my happy story, but i shook my head again..

because my story was sad before it even began.

-naurin abubaker

#poetry #childhood #children #kid #lost #poem #prose #naurin

look , little boy , look carefully , look into her eyes and you'll see what I see.

gaze , little boy , gaze into her eyes that are filled with constant connecting constellations . tell me you you feel what i feel : a blissfull state of serenity.

percieve , little boy , look in there and you'll see how she makes men of bravery and dignity clash at her silver glazed feet.

look , little boy , look carefully , look into her eyes and you'll see what I see.

gaze , little boy , gaze into her eyes that are filled with constant connecting constellations . tell me you you feel what i feel : a blissfull state of serenity.

percieve , little boy , look in there and you'll see how she makes men of bravery and dignity clash at her silver glazed feet.

(you shouldn't have forgotten)

This is her kingdom . Her throne and her crown and you little boy just another jewel on her crown , another life that's gone down.

- naurin abubaker

#poetry #prose #kingdom #royal #queen #naurin #woman #deadly #poem

I've been climbing the mountain for so long, when will I get to see the sunrise?

When will I get to meet you again?

When will I get to tell you the story of how I pushed away so many people just for you?

When will I get to see the pools of honey in your eyes again?

When will I get to caress your skin until you fall asleep on my lap?

When will I get to intertwine our fingers so we could feel the warmth of each other?

But somewhere along the road, I've lost you.

(and I'm not ready to accept that.)

- naurin abubaker

#poetry #prose #writer #love #romancepoetry #lovepoem #naurin

I don’t know how to answer when people ask me if i’m okay.

how do I explain to them the after-effects of someone like you?

you’re like a crossword everyone tries to figure out.

you’re the artist that make the legendary anthems.

you’re the one that poets find hard to write about

you’re the dollar sign on everyone’s mind.

but I do know this:

when the cassette comes to a pause

angelic music will shut its jaws

I know you’ll charge at me with those golden painted claws

so when people ask me if I’m okay

the words that I want to say only come to betray

because even if I flip to the last page, your face comes to mind and sometimes I take it as a privilege.

this is hilarious.

this is insanity.

this is how

you

left

me.

-naurin abubaker

#breakup #love #poem #poetry #prose #insane #aspiring #youngadult #youngpoet