Qaletaqa Hania : Writing

Withering.

Withering.

A Poem by Qaletaqa Hania


Am I fit to drive?I’ve got a long road ahead of me.Death is at my doorstep.If I would open the gates;It would flood the oceans.A journey across ..
Struggle.

Struggle.

A Poem by Qaletaqa Hania


There are times for laughter and times to weep,Seeking for answers until the moment I die,Feelings of anguish and delight, they creep,Don’t wann..
The One I Loathe

The One I Loathe

A Poem by Qaletaqa Hania


This was for something called Poetry Month. Anyhow this was Day 11: Write about yourself being a terrible person. Make yourself the worst person ever,..
Two Lives Lost.

Two Lives Lost.

A Poem by Qaletaqa Hania


At a certain time of day, a menacing man called Sly,Would prowl the streets, concealed by the night sky.In a dark and eerie alley, an alley unknown to..
The Mammoth.

The Mammoth.

A Poem by Qaletaqa Hania


In the darkness of my mind, it roams;Too big to fit under my shoe.It’s not a mouse; it’s not a who.Trampling everything with sorrow and pa..
Stuck.

Stuck.

A Poem by Qaletaqa Hania


Work for money, work for gold.You won’t be free, but will grow old.Day after day; just another replay.Confined by rules and law;When will we sta..
Grey.

Grey.

A Poem by Qaletaqa Hania


I wish I knew the words that mattered; the words that would make us whole.It's both excruciating and invigorating--the thought of you being the one.I ..
My Drummer

My Drummer

A Poem by Qaletaqa Hania


Being single is quite the bummer.Will someone be my drummer?My heart could use a beating;Hit my membrane until it’s bleeding.Riding the waves so..