I am an Art.

I am an Art.

A Poem by Fairy Khan

I cut my hands and heart for you;

Whilst you stood there and watched,

Undaunted;

And said that I didn't bleed enough.


You smoked the ashes of my pride,

Then held my hair and ate your words;

Time takes time, we both know;

Yet sometimes, like tonight,

the rain is full of ghosts;

But I am not the grotesque picture

you painted anymore,

I am a piece of art that I made.






© 2020 Fairy Khan


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You put down hitting words on your page. At times we're never reaching the brim of someone's expectations rather days later, they keep drowning in our hatred. I certainly can relate to this. And of course one doesn't need to have the criteria of love to find this relatable, there are many faces to match this piece with!
Thanks for sharing this Fairy! Be blessed💜

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fairy Khan

4 Years Ago

You're right. Thank you so much for the visit.
I really appreciate it. Stay safe.



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This is a powerful poem that knocks my socks off. You SHOW how it feels to shake off some curse in one's life & then rebuild that life into something one can be proud of, using strong convincing imagery. My childhood family was mired down in abuse & most preferred to stay mired. I had to shake them all off, in order to try to fly to the best of my ability, despite the abuse. The ones who are bogged down make you feel like you're betraying them or getting on your high horse, if you try to do better than they've chosen to accept. You use popping & unique imagery to show how it looks & feels when other people try to hold you down (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Fairy Khan

4 Years Ago

Thanks a lot for the appreciation, Margie. Means a lot.
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You put down hitting words on your page. At times we're never reaching the brim of someone's expectations rather days later, they keep drowning in our hatred. I certainly can relate to this. And of course one doesn't need to have the criteria of love to find this relatable, there are many faces to match this piece with!
Thanks for sharing this Fairy! Be blessed💜

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fairy Khan

4 Years Ago

You're right. Thank you so much for the visit.
I really appreciate it. Stay safe.
yes, people - or men - seem to miss how awesome women are - you!. you are crazily gorgeous. my mum told me that indian girls are too cute. i was warned but uh, like, stuff, something, you're hot.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Fairy Khan

4 Years Ago

It's not just from a woman's perspective, it's much more. Thank you for the visit.
Nothing hurts as much as unrequited love, until we let it pass. Then, if we are fortunate, we look back and are thankful for the lesson we learned.

Take care - Dave

Posted 4 Years Ago


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To never be able to please a mate is such a terrible thing to live with, but to finally be rid of that person and be free to be ourselves and finally love ourselves again.
that is definitely becoming both the art and the artist.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Absolutely llllloooovvve this
I watched Dorian gray the other day the original movie for some reason this made me think of it
Excellent poem

Posted 4 Years Ago


Fairy Khan

4 Years Ago

Thank you for your uplifting words, Julie.
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

4 Years Ago

No problem

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Fairy Khan

Srinagar, Kashmir, India



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