The Love Story

“Love Story”

By Kasib Ahmad    

They say that butterflies are beautiful,

From the womb to the cocoon, they are a beauty that blooms.

Like the boy and the girl, except only that in the end they were consumed.

She was entering the world.

A “woman” no older than 16, thinking I’m ready to take this world on for a twirl

But she is just a girl

He was taken into this ploy

A “man” no older than 16, thinking this world is my toy

But he’s just a boy

It all started a little easy,

She was looking for love while he was looking for something easy,

They laid out the ground rules, nothing sleazy.

It was innocent at first, two friends just talking, relaxing

But the pressure became denser as their time started taxing.

Her parents first asked her why was she always late from school

She would just complain and say that they had too many rules

His brother was starting to worry

That this boy’s vision was getting blurry

That he was just running into a mistake

He reacted quickly, and said that this world is just a fake

So, like the matrix, they both were plugged in,

Living in their fantasy never to be bothered by kin.

Pencils and Paper: Poet of the Week

Boonaa Mohammed

This guy really knows how to say it and say it well. He has been one of my favorite poets and inspirations for quite a while.

Do Not Be Fooled

Hey guys, thanks for reading. People usually have this deep story to go along with their writing piece but not me :). Anyways, this is how I feel about the fashion industry and how women are being affected so enjoy and feel free to comment, hate, or whatever. 

Thanks for reading

You know, my heart truly feels pity
For those sisters who never feel pretty,
Living in the city got them worrying and acting all jittery.
This is not an act of flattery,
but I have a full charged battery... respose
You are gorgeous!

So the next time you visit Vitctoria's Secret
Know that it ain't no secret
That these "models" are not role models
They are society's enlightened idols
That are selling what?
Underclothed items that expose their thighs and their butt.
Just so you know, these industries are controlled by man
Who control these women's appearance and want them to get a tan,
so what kind of fool would fall prey to the obvious conspiracy to control you...
but hold up!

It worked, and I don't mean to sound like a jerk but
you fell right into the criminal's schemes,
and now they will deem whether or not you are worth it
But not everyone is perfect.
Remember these dudes say that being being a toothpick is beautiful,
and character is not a concept they understand, just who is more booty-full.

So I tell you, be who you are without being someone separate,
This petty world makes everyone seem desperate,
and their plans are working, and they are the ones who are lurking,
waiting to see you breakdown and fail,
So you will buy their products through mail,
but all you need to do is prove them wrong,
so preach a song, and make sure it is long,
because then they will seem like they are in the wrong because they are!

I think it is safe to say my mind is not trailing to far when saying these demons are from Mars,
How else would they control you so easily,
when you are way more then they think you to be.
Do not be fooled by these mind controlling ghouls,
You are way too smart to be schooled
because they think you are a piece of meat,
for all the gazing men to dig in and eat.

They think success is when you expose your chest
Lest you deny their immodest request,
and show them you can be the best.
So the next time someone asks if they are pretty,
Just smile and reply that you are way more than just pretty,
You are not just a greetings door mat simply too look at, You are way more than that,
you are "pretty" likable, "pretty" intelligent, and "pretty" kind,
and whoever ends up with you will be a great find.

How Would You Define Success?

Successful

Maybe I am successful,

Maybe I shouldn’t be so regretful,

Maybe I should stay the same and never change

But people would still think I’m strange ‘cause,

I am different and I accept that,

But sometimes people just want something to look at.

Maybe success is defined by my words,

But then how would others view my records? ‘cause,

In a world so preoccupied in fashion designs,

Its hard not to care,

I mean they are always there,

Lurking, waiting for ME to make a mistake, and

I think I have what it takes.

First Posted Poem, Oh Muslims!

Oh Muslims,

Shaitan is running wild on this Earth,

To pull us aside and make us cursed.

Oh Muslims,

Be sure to remember Allah and pray,

And ask Him to bring us some better days.

Oh Muslims,

Does the Ummah not see the state we are in?

Seriously, where has everyone been?

Oh Muslims,

When will we stand up and say

That this country of Kaffir is not who we obey.

When we stand before our lord asking for forgiveness,

How would it feel if He were to dismiss us?

Brevity and insensitivity rule our land

While democracy is the second-hand band.

We think we should be in command when our own lands are not run properly.

Who thought that Saudi King would bring judgment so densely…

But he is not our King,

We should be slaves to the Master who controls this ring, Oh Muslims!

Pencils and Paper: Poetry

Dear Readers,

Thank you for reading my first blog (and blog post)! As you can probably tell by the title, I am going to dedicate this blog to poetry. Let's get introductions out of the way, my name is Kasib (Kaa-sib), a name most find difficult to pronounce, but it sounds the way it is spelled. I am a young Muslim writing to get my ideas out there and trying to experiment. I will post my first poem soon and is most likely going to be Islamically related. My poems are just a reflection of my thoughts. No one is probably reading this but for those who are, I hope you enjoy my poems and maybe share your poems as well. Thanks for reading again!

Sincerely,

Kasib