We Write

~ jawadkhalid7

We write about the whispers of the soul

When it calls out in the dead of the night

We write about our darkest secrets in the brightest colors

We write about our haunting obsessions

We write about our unsung sonnets and unheard melodies

We write about our unfinished stories and broken sentences

We write about the echoing silence

All the words that weren’t said

We write about the crayons we lost and the colors that faded

We write about the toys that we got

When we didn’t need them anymore

We write about the dancing demons

And the wicked games they play

We write about muffled sobs and suppressed screams

We write about streaming tears and the lump in the throat

We write about the raging storms and burning desires

We write about the excruciating agonies and personal hells

We write about the butterflies painting our souls

We write about the meaning concealed in the dots

At the end of sentences

We write about voids and spaces

The grey emptiness that craves to be filled

We write about the black holes and whirlpools

Some people can be

We write about our deepest pains in the sweetest words

We write about the dreams we sell

And then ourselves abandon

We write about guilt and regrets

About fears and hopes

About love and hate

About betrayal and sacrifice

We write about everything that hurts

And everything that makes our souls sing

21 thoughts on “We Write”

  1. I can’t stop reading your work. There’s this evangelical zeal to keep reading your posts. You are a prolific writer 🙂

    “We write about the crayons we lost and the colors that faded”…. brought tears to my eyes. I love the texture and shades of your poetry 🙂

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  2. I really don’t leave poetic conversations, unless something really appeals me. You’re a terrific writer. I wrote a response because I liked this so very much

    We write about the whispers of the soul
    But do you ever ink down the echoes that resonate in your spirit?
    When it calls out in the dead of the night
    But do you ever respond to them or just lay quiet?
    We write about our darkest secrets in the brightest colors
    But do you write about white chalk screeching against a black board?
    We write about our haunting obsessions
    But do you talk about the stillness that lingers in your desires?
    We write about our unsung sonnets and unheard melodies
    But do you write about the first time you saw her and your heart skipped a beat?
    We write about our unfinished stories and broken sentences
    But do you write about the doors you’ve closed and the spaces never to be filled, again?
    We write about the echoing silence
    But do you write about the violent screams your heart makes against your ribcage?
    All the words that weren’t said
    But do you think it is sufficient for what has been said?
    We write about the crayons we lost and the colors that faded
    But do you write about the favorite broken crayon you’ve still kept?
    We write about the toys that we got
    That we did not need anymore
    But do you write about the ones that you never got but crave still, now?
    We write about the dancing demons
    Do you write about wicked angels and the games fate plays?
    We write about muffled sobs and suppressed screams
    But do you write about loud laughter laced with melancholy?
    We write about streaming tears and the lump in the throat
    But do you write about hollow eyes and charred throats?
    We write about the raging storms and burning desires
    But do you write about catastrophic hurricanes followed by blissful rains?
    We write about the excruciating agonies and personal hells
    But do you write about ecstatic pleasure and limited heaven?
    We write about the butterflies painting out souls
    But do you write about dead caterpillars who never bloomed?
    We write about the meaning concealed in the dots
    At the end of sentences
    But do you write about the silence shared in between of the words said?
    We write about voids and spaces
    The grey emptiness that craves to be filled
    But do you write about clusters and colorfully filled cracks on pavements?
    We write about the black holes and whirlpools
    Some people can be
    But do you write about cosmic energy and constellations, that some people posses?
    We write about our deepest pains in the sweetest words
    But do you write about memorable pleasures in bitter sentences?
    We write about the dreams we sell
    And then ourselves abandon
    But do you write about the dreams you never showed the world
    And hope someday they will rescue your soul
    We write about guilt and regrets
    About fears and hopes
    About love and hate
    But do you write about bravery and valor?
    Do you write about lust and desperation?
    About betrayal and sacrifice
    We write about everything that hurts
    But do you write about faithfulness and willingness to die
    Do you ink down everything that soothes you?
    And everything that makes our souls sing
    Do you write about anything that made your heart smile, just for a mere second of this tragically beautiful lifetime?

    -Bano

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    1. I honestly fall short of words to appreciate this. It is beautiful. Whoa. A collaboration of the finest sorts. And coming from someone who writes as good as you. This means a lot. Thank you. Thank you so much. 🙂

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  6. Reblogged this on Over a Cup of Tea and commented:
    The world needs to read his beautiful words. Beautifully written.

    Also, because we all write; whether to hide the grief in the layers of our hearts or to scream the joy of our spirit or to dodge all that is in between, but we do, don’t we?

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  7. Really loved reading this. It truly captured the essence of who a writer is and what writing is all about. This one line brilliantly stands out for me: “We write about the meaning concealed in the dots
    At the end of sentences”
    May write a piece or two inspired from this poem of yours. If I do, I’ll tag you. 🙂
    Great work.

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  8. Reblogged this on Eloquent Epiphanies and commented:
    Really loved reading this. It truly captured the essence of who a writer is and what writing is all about. This one line brilliantly stands out for me: “We write about the meaning concealed in the dots
    At the end of sentences”
    I may write a piece or two inspired by this poem.
    Do pay his blog a visit. The writer is quite talented. 🙂

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  9. An over-all inspiring and thoroughly mesmerising piece, this one.
    Beautifully carved anthologies, intense poignant and relateable in every sense and honest to the core.
    Very well written.

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  10. We write about muffled sobs and ‘suppressed screams’
    We write about streaming tears and the lump in the throat

    This is extraordinary!

    Let me tell you, I just accidentally visited your blog and I am glad that I did. Reading this gave me goose-bumps literally!

    Keep the good stuff coming.

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