Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 172
December 26, 2014
Your writing is good, don't get me wrong. However, each of your poems recently are beginning to have the same sound (I.e. Fierce, conquering, fire imagery, mention of God, ruining etc) and similar subject matter (about a boy.) Just something I've noticed a
I know, I’m ridiculous. I’ve always written about love. Recently become obsessed with other people’s God’s. Heck knows, man. I’ve got no idea how to fix it!
"The God’s honest truth is this:
I wanted to ruin you. It was selfish and it was delicious.
I..."
“The God’s honest truth is this:
I wanted to ruin you. It was selfish and it was delicious.
I wanted you to pick out the bones of me from between your teeth for years after I happened to you.
And I did happen to you. We made sure of that, didn’t we?
Happened like the aftermath of some gruesome accident, it was so bloody and raw that you had to stop to look, didn’t you? And then you couldn’t take your eyes off it.
It was inside of you for as long as you could remember.
Then you had nightmares about all of that ugliness for days.
That was how I wanted you, half thrilled and half terrified that you were never going to forget what it looked like.
That it would be a splinter that never worked itself out of your skin and you’d feel it whenever you brushed against somebody else.
And why should you? When I loved you like that.
How could you forget?
My body so full that if the ocean tried to take me, the only thing that would come back up to shore was you. Or a bag full of bones curled around the shape of your name.
I loved you like how an abscessed tooth beats at the root, incessant and painful and raw.
I would have swallowed the entire Earth whole if you’d asked me to.
I would have taken the sky by the corners and ripped it away from the horizon.
So yes, it was the hungriest I’d ever been.
It was the most glorious I’d ever been, with you like that
stomach like a furnace, stomach like a hungry pride of lions.
Point me in the direction of any God you know and I’ll tell him,
I’ll get on my knees and beg him to never let you go,
‘I want to ruin that man. I don’t want him to ever forget me.’”
- Azra.T ”Prideful of Lions”
I wanted to ruin you. It was selfish and it was delicious.
I wanted you to pick out the bones of me from between your teeth for years after I happened to you.
And I did happen to you. We made sure of that, didn’t we?
Happened like the aftermath of some gruesome accident, it was so bloody and raw that you had to stop to look, didn’t you? And then you couldn’t take your eyes off it.
It was inside of you for as long as you could remember.
Then you had nightmares about all of that ugliness for days.
That was how I wanted you, half thrilled and half terrified that you were never going to forget what it looked like.
That it would be a splinter that never worked itself out of your skin and you’d feel it whenever you brushed against somebody else.
And why should you? When I loved you like that.
How could you forget?
My body so full that if the ocean tried to take me, the only thing that would come back up to shore was you. Or a bag full of bones curled around the shape of your name.
I loved you like how an abscessed tooth beats at the root, incessant and painful and raw.
I would have swallowed the entire Earth whole if you’d asked me to.
I would have taken the sky by the corners and ripped it away from the horizon.
So yes, it was the hungriest I’d ever been.
It was the most glorious I’d ever been, with you like that
stomach like a furnace, stomach like a hungry pride of lions.
Point me in the direction of any God you know and I’ll tell him,
I’ll get on my knees and beg him to never let you go,
‘I want to ruin that man. I don’t want him to ever forget me.’”
- Azra.T ”Prideful of Lions”
"make love
like you have no
secrets
like you’ve
never been
left
never been
hurt
like the..."
““make love
like you have no
secrets
like you’ve
never been
left
never been
hurt
like the world
don’t owe you a
single
wretched
thing.””
- ― Warsan Shire (via nevervulgar)
like you have no
secrets
like you’ve
never been
left
never been
hurt
like the world
don’t owe you a
single
wretched
thing.””
- ― Warsan Shire (via nevervulgar)
Do you have a tag that all your poetry is in?
Yes, in a shocking twist of fate, it is, indeed, under tagged/poetry ;)
December 25, 2014
I got your book for Christmas and I've read it in one sit and I cannot tell you how beautifully written it is, for you would not believe me. I thank you for bringing light to the darker days.
I’m so excited for all the people who’ve received my book for Christmas! I’m truly so glad you enjoyed it and that I could bring something to you. All my love x
my aesthetic goal is Rachel Weisz in both The Mummy films, she strikes just the perfect balance...
my aesthetic goal is Rachel Weisz in both The Mummy films, she strikes just the perfect balance between bespectacled librarian chic and wild haired, dark kohl eyed ‘I will blow your head off’ if you touch my son thing
"Stop greatly underestimating your ability to quit loving a person. It’s cold, and it’s brutal, and..."
“Stop greatly underestimating your ability to quit loving a person. It’s cold, and it’s brutal, and it’s one of the most human things I’ve ever witnessed. Switch it off. Stop feeding it. Stop nourishing it. Love is like a flower. Without the sun, and air and rain, it’ll die.”
- Azra.T
- Azra.T
"We missed it.
Those sun-drenched bodies,
love like honey into
each other’s mouths.
We kissed like..."
“We missed it.
Those sun-drenched bodies,
love like honey into
each other’s mouths.
We kissed like we were
licking spoons clean.
We lost it but God,
I’ll think of you.
I’ll think of you there.
I promise.”
- Azra.T., “Halcyon Days”
Those sun-drenched bodies,
love like honey into
each other’s mouths.
We kissed like we were
licking spoons clean.
We lost it but God,
I’ll think of you.
I’ll think of you there.
I promise.”
- Azra.T., “Halcyon Days”
If the heavens ever did speakshe’s the last true...
If the heavens ever did speak
she’s the last true mouthpiece
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