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Procrastination Poem - By Matab Brahimi
PROCRASTINATION, MY DISEASE She throws a soft blanket on me when there's work to be done warms me up and lays me down in a web of excuses she spun When my alarm goes off She quickly hits the "snooze" tucks me in then whispers, sleep is all you'll lose Whenever I am overwhelmed She is always there to make me forget my to-do's and live NOW without a care I thought she was there to save me and help me through the rough but time and time again She proved herself a bluff "Tomorrow" is her favorite word But when tomorrow's here Procrastination, my disease, is quick to disappear
Snail Vs. Email
SNAIL VS EMAiL snail vs. email tortoise vs. hare technology... is just another snare email me, text me, give me a call in my memory it won't install I want a letter the old fashioned kind inscribed on paper, inscribed in mind I want a letter that I can clutch cuz you can't smell texts and feel an email much So write it up WITH A PEN sign it and fold it and THEN : lick it, stamp it give it to the snail and I promise you your letter WILL prevail ^_^
Snow White's Apple - By Matab Brahimi
A trap, it's set and this I know But still its there, A dressed up foe I do not stare, IT stares at me and shines in light for all to see Beware of red Nature's sign To back away While there's still time But sense of time has disappeared and still it's there just like I feared ~
OCEAN- By Matab Brahimi
~ in every curl that sweeps the shore lies a memory to restore ~ with every intense crash of a wave lies a time to relish and crave ~ in each sparkle of reflecting light is a faded dream aching to reignite ~ in each frothy bubble clinging to sand pops a tear, not wanted not planned ~ rolling water, of shy waves glide hinting at secrets, only nature can hide ~
Writer's Block - By Matab Brahimi
Writer's Block Blank paper, how you nerve me so Ink that only yearns to show A scribble, a dot, a concrete thought It's what my nimble fingers sought. A word, a sentence, a one-of-a-kind A line, a runway for my mind An empty space, a chance to express Memories, confessions, and thoughts of distress O edgy letters, and soft-spoken words Fill up this blank paper and ease my nerves.