Breathe

by Atikah Muhsin on Monday, 27 September 2010 at 23:28

despite the loud music
despite the laughter
despite the smile
never can you keep it from the cold wind
through my open window
it doesnt fail to whisper
your pain to me

dont you go embrace the gravity
dont you go kiss the earth
dont you go stumble on your knees
and cradle your head in your hands
have faith, love
for at the end of the tunnel
theres always light

'though theres always something in the way
with you i feel appreciated
in you i see kindness
wake up now!
and get blind by your shine

in my eye,
youre nothing as what you are
in your eye
so breathe, be strong
and stay that way
forever


p/s: turn around and you'll see that you're never alone.

27th sept 2010, 0100 hr
by: Atikah Muhsin

The Untitled-

by Atikah Muhsin on Tuesday, 31 August 2010 at 02:55

  
Left in the mud
cold and dirty
had u the heart to betray me that way

I didnt need nobody to love
I didnt need the need to be loved
u were love itself
and I desired no more

and all I can do
is to burst my heart
along with blasting musics
along with the savage rain
along with the big wheels on the road

I swear
you were there
you were there
thought we could end up being glued
now I have no clue
just where to find you


0248, Aug 31st 2010
*it's a two minute piece

Seven Still Won't Do

by Atikah Muhsin on Wednesday, 11 August 2010 at 14:27

 

So you weren't the greatest guy in the world

Not even my type of ideal

But boy you got me hanging there

Thought nobody could match our pair

And I'd look for you anyhow, anywhere.

Those days

I'd sneak it out when grandpa's asleep

When grandma had had leaves to sweep

When momma, before the tv and she'd weep

Just to reach you

And we'd talk about stars and moon

Just to hear your voice

Yeah the mobile was our toy

Pauses and laughters but still

We didn't give a damn

On who's paying the bills.

Hey, look back why don't cha?

When we would wake each other up for sahur

After hours of texting,

having our eyes half closed;

Or when I'd endure mosquito bites

'Cause I enjoyed our moments in the cold night outside;

To our song, JoJo's hit, on the radio

I'd race to the volume for more;

And funny when your sister'd do you the favor

Guess you were scared

Pops was gonna pick up the receiver;

Gotta grant her kudos, she the cousin

Our poor messenger

As she was brilliant

At keeping us from our 'hunger'.

Gosh that time we met

We had our hearts exploded, I'll bet

Hiding behind our friends

Caught in the tangled awkward net

And I still can't believeWe went for the movie

Having the almost-empty cinema to us

When we are now in a deep hush.

I remember

When we had it for only twelve hours

But it hit me more

To see you with her

Then and present

I reckon you didn't lock them to treasure

Us, along with the good times

Faded with no solid goodbye.

But todayAfter we walked our own ways

You came around and knocked on my door

Laughters and sobs trampled on each other

Rushing out through every pore

Yes things went wrong

People are people and sometimes we change our minds

But it killed me now to see it goes after all those time.

Yeah you weren't the greatest guy in the world

But we had it all, what everyone would love

Every boy, every girl.

By: Atikah Muhsin, June 4th, 2010.0236 hours

The Malignant

by Atikah Muhsin on Tuesday, 01 June 2010 at 23:53

She carries a boulder in an embrace
Her steps, locked on a limping pace
Along this endless journey
She's bullied, bullied, bullied
By the crushing winds
By those smirks of filth
Yet she walks, walks , walks
Only to be failed
By the glued rocks.


Some kind of a beast
She couldn't tolerate with
Loving, it cuddles
Adamant, it protects
Little that it knows though
It's, in reality, threatening
The soul it belongs to.


And she feels like she's naked
For she is her own veracious diary
Every tick of her
Berserks words,
Screamin' out loud.


Guess the traitors won't quit
Still,
The boulder, she carries
And she walks, walks, walks
For she's aware
Of His presence there
As her last gram of strength.






By: Atikah Muhsin; June, 1st 2010

The Glass Shoe

by Atikah Muhsin on Monday, 06 September 2010 at 10:54

 

Could it be?

That when I happen to enjoy a cup o' hot chocolate

My toe fiddling on the sense of new mattress

The flame, furious and caring

The itchy blanket, wrapping me in security

From that mean cold air;

That you would knock

Upon my humble cottage door?

Do I deserve such perfection?

Could it also be?

That when those two rascals would betray me

Arguing, terrifying

Shoving me into that Imbecile seat hard;

You would appear beside me like a ghost

Snap your fingers in front of my nose

And it all glitters to a colourful puppet show?

Or could it be?

That when I'm stuck here in this shrinking box,

Claustrophobic and raptured

My heart gasps

For that field where green grass grows

On a hill where I would give my knees an embrace;

You would somehow

Climb over my window pane

Take my hand and 'hopscotch' me there?

Could it be, too?

That when I'm trampled to death by a cow;

You would come

You would shoo it away

You would have your loving arms around me

Telling me everything is okay

And that I look far from ugly?

Sigh,

I don't know who you are

I don't know where you at

But Love,

Should you believe in Him

He'll do you wonders

Should we believe in destiny

It'll grant us

Us.

----

Siti, you never fail at making me feel envious of you.

Azhaari, you inspire me as a writer.

Fatin, I miss you so much..

----

*

I know my own piece betrays my age. hahah and I know, too, that it's typical and my vocabs just bore you. Guess I'm around those who write that i felt like grabbing my shaker and kill the papers. Excuse me for I'm far from good. But I enjoy writing so what the hell. hee. Please be proud of me. hahah c(:

P/S: You will have to watch Corpse Bride to know what hopscotch means.

love, Atikah.