Entries By Abrar
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missed
And the minute I stepped through that door, I knew exactly what I had been missing all this while. That glance was enough to send me plummeting. I was set afire, my heartstrings playing a wide array of music. As I drew closer, it seemed like an entire orchestra had formed, and everything was building towards entropy. And then, just as she held me- everything lay still again. So the minute I stepped through that door, I knew exactly what I had been missing all this while.
Posted By Abrar On 08.20.2011 @ 8:03 am
thread
The needle paves the way for the thread yet again. In and out, weaving in an all too familiar pattern. And the pair work tirelessly to save the day once more.
Posted By Abrar On 08.16.2011 @ 6:33 am
near
Because when she is near, nothing in the world can bring him down. His universe turns beautiful once more. And nothing can ever dampen his spirits, because she is near.
Posted By Abrar On 08.14.2011 @ 5:58 am
answers
The answers- they’ll come. You just have to ask the right questions.
Posted By Abrar On 08.11.2011 @ 10:01 pm
elastic
Hey, you over there. Yes, you. Life can be cruel sometimes. It can make you doubt everything, most of all – yourself. But there’s a secret no one’s told you yet. You are elastic. So you, don’t you worry. Because sooner or later, the stretch will be over. Everything, every little thing, will be just fine.
Posted By Abrar On 08.10.2011 @ 8:53 pm
driving
The cool air poking me. The sun, setting ever so slowly in the distance, creating a bright and yet ever-so dim crimson setting. The wind slapping against my face, reminding me I’m alive. This is what I live for. Why do they always think I enjoy walking. The car, the car! I keep telling you! – Memoirs of a poetic Husky pup.
Posted By Abrar On 08.09.2011 @ 3:46 pm
brick
There was a river of red flowing beneath her feet as the pile of bricks bled endlessly. The flow seemed to capture her tireless toil; refining each and every brick to a near perfect rectangle. This was her means of living. This wasn’t just an option- it was survival.
Posted By Abrar On 08.09.2011 @ 8:26 am
canvas
Our canvas is life and we hold the paintbrush. When drawing, some choose to replicate pictures they admire. But paintings that really stand out are the genuine, original ones. The ones we were bold enough to create.
Posted By Abrar On 08.07.2011 @ 3:02 pm
lock
“Cross your heart! Cross it!”
Why did ‘lock’ trigger that memory? I’ll just sit and smile. Silly hippocampus!
Posted By Abrar On 08.05.2011 @ 7:46 pm
manager
I hate generalizing, but why is it that everyone hates their managers? Is it because when they take up the famed title, they actually trade their souls to the company in exchange for making every other employee’s life miserable? I myself have experienced two managers where I previously worked. One seemed like an angel and the other was purely the opposite. But in the end, I found out that both had taken advantage of me. Both, in their own cunning ways.
Posted By Abrar On 08.04.2011 @ 6:29 pm
root
The root is the foundation, much like a skeleton. It is what supports the entire system, and it is from the root, that beauty stems.
Posted By Abrar On 08.01.2011 @ 1:14 pm
muse
I often find myself musing on the strangest of thoughts. How I love those moments. Oh, who am I kidding? Of course the first thing that came to my mind – (really, it was music and not words; cue: the intro to the songs Hysteria, Stockholm Syndrome, and so on)- was the band Muse!
Posted By Abrar On 07.29.2011 @ 10:18 pm
amuse
The slightest things in the world amuse him. But in the end, doesn’t that mean he enjoys his time that much more?
Posted By Abrar On 07.28.2011 @ 3:35 pm
band
There we were, on stage; the room packed with people. Our hands were trembling. Ice cold. From the distance, I could see a few paper balls being tossed our way. But the show must go on, right? The crowd didn’t seem to like us one bit, and why would they? But I looked at the other guys and we couldn’t have been happier. We loved every minute of it. I guess I know why they call it a band- because we were stretched, and remained elastic. But I suppose every elasticity has its breaking point.
Posted By Abrar On 07.27.2011 @ 10:13 pm
thunder
The first thing I can think of when I read the word ‘thunder’ is my dad singing out loud, “Thunder and lightning, my name is so frightening!”. Yes, he does that quite often. A peculiar man, my dad.
Posted By Abrar On 07.26.2011 @ 3:35 pm
lightning
Lightning can be one of the most fierce and intimidating forms of interaction between nature and all things living. Perhaps nature wants to remind us that we are only guests in her home or perhaps she is telling us to be strong and make the most of our time. Or maybe, just maybe, nature is merely showing off.
Posted By Abrar On 07.25.2011 @ 2:44 pm
ill
The grass outside is ill. A strange mix of brown and golden sheets cover the ground that was once plush green. So fragile, the balance. So very fragile.
Posted By Abrar On 07.24.2011 @ 3:09 pm
skeleton
Often times we are afraid to embrace ourselves; to be true and honest to ourselves. We hide behind the skin and flesh and leave the skeleton in its closet. Do we do this for others? What we do not realize is that our skeleton is what our bodies depend on for structure and support. We aren’t perfect and the sooner we realize that it is okay to be ourselves, that we can take the skeleton out of its armoire, the sooner we will learn. Learn to embrace.
Posted By Abrar On 07.23.2011 @ 8:23 pm
violent
Her piercing scream was rivaling the wind’s scowl as warm, steamy tears covered her face. She was inconsolable. Her life would never be the same again. Nothing could give back what the storm had taken away from her. Her father, her childhood; her home. She couldn’t help but wish the storm had taken her too, but now, all she could do was wonder. Why her? Why…
Posted By Abrar On 07.20.2011 @ 2:15 pm
megaphone
october
its the 11th month of the christian calender. My little sister was born during that month. Also, as a muslim, its an important month of the year for the islamic calendat.
Posted By Abrar On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
