Tag / poem

by reemah rose

Feed Me Diamonds

I’m here if you want to

hang me up and bleed me,

my love for you, it’s simple,

blindness  . . .

hypnosis  . . .

In the silence, as usual

it’s useless to resist

You do what you want to:

feed me diamonds,

feel my body shaking,

swollen like a hurricane,

bite at the tips of my fingers,

frozen in prison

under your sugar halo.

I read him my confession,

and here is my sin:

I water the roses,

and take off my clothes.

It’s like this,

I believe in you,

so come on, lie to me,

hold me, drop me, let me go,

feed me diamonds  . .

I love you, so

don’t leave me  . . . please  . . . .

feed me diamonds  . . . . .

by reemah rose

Obsession II

In our love game,

you glitter high up in the black

majestic, perfect, you get me every time

you land on my planet

pure silvery wine

intoxicated by your essence

you lift my chin up, pour in

then drip down my spine ..

Why do you defy me?

said the look in your eyes …

Wasn’t I was worth the time …?

You’re always hurried ..

when you walk through the door, I turn the hour glass

you’re slipping already .. the precious grains hiss

you tell me: turn around ..

we’re invisible

gas like spirits

sticky spit

slender waist and wide hips

black eyes and thick lips

i swallow your kiss

separately sick

you tuck me into my bed

you tell me to sleep…

I sink desperately

love sick

how dare you…

like this?

i dream I’ll wake up next to you

in the morning

by reemah rose

I am she, Astarte

I am she, owner and beholder of the prophecy

My name? My name is poetry.

I am Inanna, Aisha, and Mary,

I am Astarte,

bow now

And Hear my clear voice

Now rise, by my grace,

and say my name:

I am the dark matrix,

I am the source of the sun and the stars!

From my belly I birthed

Your essence. Your body.

I am the mistress of all of humanity who

sees in the light emanating from my eyes

a world you hold in such high esteem

and blinds you from the truth.

Recognize my power with certainty.

For you are of me and

I am harmony.

 

Love for war

war for love

I want more

more more…!

I am that dishonorable

Soldier of Love: The pristine whore

discharged from duty

into the Light.

I am she, owner and beholder of the prophecy

My name? My name is poetry.

I am Inanna, Aisha, and Mary,

I am Astarte,

bow now

And Hear my clear voice

Now rise, by my grace,

and say my name:

I am the dark matrix,

I am the source of the sun and the stars!

The truth seekers have seen me

From my belly I birthed

Your essence. Your body.

I am the mistress of all of humanity who

sees in light emanating from my eyes

a world held in high esteem

bloody and dim desire

blinded from the truth.

Recognize my power with certainty:

For you are of me and

I am justice and harmony.

 

Astarte May 8, 2017 New York 20:08

by reemah rose

Crucifixion

I learned today that the American Museum of the Bible in Washington D.C. does not contain Arabic versions of the Bible (thank goodness for scholarship!). This was a real disappointment to me, for the image of Christ and his martyrdom is a powerful one for Arab Christians and Muslims alike. On the other side of the world, in my ancestral homeland Iraq, a statue of the virgin Mary was removed from a public square in Basra, as it was considered a liability for causing tension between people.

I wrote this poem earlier this summer, I hope it channels some of the love, pain, and devotion that Christ demonstrated and demanded for God and humanity. Here is my performance of the poem in two parts.

I love you so much

I love you so much

I feel nothing now but then i remember

the ache

it confuses me

i want it so much

the shame of your gaze

your love leaves a bruise

a stain blotted on my heart

all I want is you

to tame me with your calm touch

to press generous lips

on wet skin. i melt

in white linen

wicked gentleman

or gemini twin:

i won’t question

ill let you win.

dark emperor –

it’s your right

neptunian king

your knight

my god

i won’t say a word

i’ll bleed deep crimson

you’ll slake from my tears

and i won’t make a sound

i can’t hardly move…

i can’t feel the ground…

August 19, 2017 14:55 Harlem

by reemah rose

New Poem, Bloodied Roses

For my first post, I would like to share the script of the poem I recently performed at a fantastic event at Columbia organized by the Muslim Writers Collective and the Muslim Protagonist writers groups. I performed an English language poem of my own creation titled, “Bloodied Roses.” I actually had edited a few lines prior to performing, but printed out an earlier version, and had to improvise on the spot. Well then, enjoy this final public version and my personal recitation. Also, I hope you had a happy new moon in Scorpio weekend! I certainly did.

the essence of love
is it devotion
something immaterial
i succumb to
bloodied roses
an ocean
of dark red oozes
through her
from her eyes
drips remorse
I’m numb, paralysed, like always
my body ice crystal
his lies grate at my insides
master
i feel nothing
master i’m devoted
i’m totally powerless now
play resist as if i could say no
was this your plan all along?
did i set my own trap?
you knew
i’d do anything
it’s my own fault
a mineral
a grain
exploded
into our universe
your heart
sublime
i climb align, perverse,
expand then reverse
into a tiny seedling
climbing my top lip
numb and attached to you
a vine suffocating
my neck rains
a snake and blood stains
you force
your skin
a horse
im bound
a prop
i lie
around
all day
your doll
your kitten
i’m bound
I’m bound
I’m bound
blood pours
i’m yours
a rope hung
snug and safe and sound
your teeth
i beg to
want you
kiss me
i’m your kitten
me-ow

September 17, 2017
Harlem