khatoon hazara : Writing

my whole world

my whole world

A Poem by khatoon hazara


my whole world: tell me that the moon spoke to youthat the wind whispered a sweet lullaby in your earmy handsome man: tell me that everything is gonna..
do not heed these words for i am scared as f**k

do not heed these words for i am scared as f**k

A Poem by khatoon hazara


am i being too hopeful?do i excel in tearing myself down by bringing joy uponme where there is none to be had, and i- unknowingly create joy unexpecte..
the lost book of my words

the lost book of my words

A Poem by khatoon hazara


my love- where have you gone to?these love bites won’t do..nor the whispers of professing strangers that we savein our heads for future referenc..
holy night

holy night

A Poem by khatoon hazara


no- i do not wish for sleepfor tonight is the holy nightthe sky is whisperingand my eyes are forever opennot blinking through lights of thousands of s..
the greatest gift you gave me

the greatest gift you gave me

A Poem by khatoon hazara


all of the things i said, regarding us... how when i expressedmy disdain of conformity; the irony of the tragedy was thati was in full militia garbs, ..
wicked game

wicked game

A Poem by khatoon hazara


the interlude of your gameshappenstance, or: as it seemed ...like one of those makeshift enigmas thatswizzle into a thundering tornado, whizzingright ..
Alas de ángel

Alas de ángel

A Poem by khatoon hazara


He Is The Light Of Infinity’s Ray.My Perfectly Imperfect, Beautiful, Handmade Person.Crafted In The Hands Of God Himself; He Stands So Tall.His ..
pass2/3

pass2/3

A Poem by khatoon hazara


How dare you !!!!Even in passing .....How dare you !!!!’Bitter -Tragedy -.....Unfold the papers you glued under the table ....See the ink scrawl..
you.

you.

A Poem by khatoon hazara


its different for me. I never had a love like ours. I neverhad... something so real. so it feels ... different forme. I never knew how to explain how ..
poverty

poverty

A Poem by khatoon hazara


povertysometimes the worlds dirt is the only place we can call homewhere our skin is better brittle than to have bruises.abuse is everywhere. let me s..