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Texts of Emotion and Unique Fingerprints By Laala Kashef Alghata
 
My senses are imbedded deep within my mind's monastery
with monks scribbling in focus to copy texts of my emotions
to record feelings and lies into my subconscious and desert
me in my reality, to make me able to wake from dreams
of all-consuming darkness, of my heart disappearing
and dissolving with acid to corrode life, those that I hold precious
unavailable, miles in between some of us and lies between
the others, such tight knots that life knits in the canvas
of our skin, irreplaceable prints of significance making
everyone unique unto themselves, a fingerprint to the world,
but an identity to me.

Just This Moment By Laala Kashef Alghata
 
A shimmer in the corner of a half-closed eye
deceives and perceives a wave of anguish,
falling, rolling, splashing on the shore,
Pushing back the golden yellow sand
because nothing is that pure,
that small and fine. Digging into beauty
and throwing it back up in the air,
messing around with it,
changing it into something it's not.
 
Lips crash violently against the tide
and try to hide the passion and anger
that birthed their power.
Just grip, hold on, and perhaps
you'll stay and not end up
in some random world,
where everyone talks, walks,
and even strays the same.
 
Lose yourself in pointless beauty
and pinpoint the time that your life
took its turn for the better,
and forget every twist it took
that left you lost, cold, and hungry.

Catch and stroke a butterfly,
in another lifetime or this one.
Paint all the colours
that you see in the sky
to create the world's one masterpiece,
then hide it amongst the clouds.
 
Live, breathe, and forget how
to curse, for a mere moment.

Bio: Laala Kashef Alghata is a twice-published sixteen-year-old poet and novelist. Her latest book, "Behind the Mask: A Folded Heart" is a poetry and prose collection. She currently lives in Bahrain and can be reached at laala.ali[at]gmail[dot]com.