When I sit down to spill out some… My heart flies as free as the bird… When I sit down and pour out my s… I fill the parts of me that are un… When I sit down and think of your…

My heart has lost her will to sing… As she feels the bite of love’s st… I miss your face, And your voice that drips black la… I’ve lost the will to write,

I am an endless well, My anxiety brings me hell. My tongue has a razor-edge, And my hopes live on a ledge. My compassion is cruel,

I want to go somewhere... I want to fly away. Oh God, how I want to fly away fo… I want to go to a place where my s… Where my soul dances like leaves i…

What can I do... To get away from you? Where can I hide From my heart’s pride? She wants what she wants...

You walk around on pink cotton clo… Cleverly hiding under multiple shr… A darkness lies in your heart, Riddles and rhymes that can tear o… A kindness mocks from your lips,

I have a hope that will be fulfill… I have a wound that will be healed… I have a faith that is sealed. I have the Grace of God to shield… For He is mighty in His way,

Her eyes burned open and numb, Her compassion un-waivered and dum… Losing her mind into the sun, Her colors run undone. She’s lost herself again in the tr…

I know a girl colored red, Fire woven throughout her head. Rage built from sadness, Loneliness leads to madness. She treads softly still,

Once upon a time, I gave you my heart. Once upon a time, You tore it apart. I bared my soul to you,

Let me drown out the world for a b… That I might extinguish the fire… Let me tear down these walls from… So that I may dissolve the weight… I scorched them all up with the fl…

When you left, The charcoaled night opened up And swallowed the last fiery slive… Then the darkness swallowed my pit… ~c.l.l./Fatima Amal (2016)

She smokes her cigarette at noon, Her hopes tied to a freed balloon. She thinks of what she has that is… And if it was worth the cost. But she rages on...

I am a poet, a dreamer of men. I am an artist, a painter of sin. I am a singer of woes, Of life’s highs and lows. I am a believer in the mystical,

These foolish eyes cry, This foolish heart may die. My dreams are but lies, Of long lost ties. Foolishness fills the space inside