Shubey's Words

Prom Night

No,

I’m not the

guy who will

infiltrate your every

fantasy tonight.

He’s a substitute

of me present.

Awaiting gifts of

awe,

wrapped in your 

presence.

Given slowly but

dearly.

As you find

advantage in each

step,

down your stairway. 

Crushing and crippling,

all desires I

obtain in this crush.

Ever so never-minding,

to the damage.

More likely focused

on how well you’re

making him blush.

Rather than what

it’s like to feel

as if such a poem,

is to be heard

or to be hushed.

 

While he’s slow dancing

to the rhythm of

your affection.

I’ll be sending,

a whirlwind of

words.

Hoping the power

of them,

will sweep you

off the dance floor.

Away from this

fairy tale of

an occasion.

I want us both,

to be on

the opposite end

of “happily ever after”. 

(Source: shubeyd)

Harmful Thinking

I’m hooked on

these ideas but,

never dangle from

your support.

Reality reminds me,

that they’re just

suicidal tendencies.

Killing off the

inner boy,

who hangs upon

his dreams.

Each poem is

a eulogy,

you won’t ever

hear.

Still i’m willing

to collide with,

brainstorms beholding

your name when near.

They may leave

me scattered abroad

pages,

empty as the

tank that’s suppose

to be fueling my happiness.

Yet I can’t deny

the love received,

when you spoon feed

my mind.

With greatness and

verse.

I shall indulge

in your presented

feast.

Consume beauty in 

food for thought.

As you openly

disregard this.

They fail to

realize,

never will I

be a starving

artist.

(Source: shubeyd)

A Hopeful Getaway (Re-written)

Good times have

disappeared into clouds,

of negativity.

Those bad moments,

would do anything

but fade.

Even if I

were to fan

them away with,

a careful outlook.

Your desertion has

lowered my spirit.

It’ll take more

than girls with,

pom poms to

cheer me up.

I just need

your return,

to uplift me

from despair.

Then maybe I

could prevent,

the mark I’ve

made on your life.

From becoming

eraser shavings,

to be blown into

air.

(Source: shubeyd)

Salvation

Today,

I don’t want

you to open

your medicine cabinet.

Your body deserves

more than cure teasers.

In which those

abundance of pills,

act as.

For now,

allow yourself 

to adapt the 

raw strength exposed

between these lines.

Day by day,

place holy spirit

on your prescription.

Side effects alone,

have outdone any

medication.

When the night,

buys out time

for you to 

go without resting.

Let future blessings

enrich your focus,

over the deprivation 

of sleep.

Unlike your pest

of pestilence,

the finest health 

will be given

to keep.

Together we still

await when death,

will only have its

grim to reap.

Becoming forever non-existent,

as its mythical being.

This world is

an eyesore,

soon to be

denied of sightseeing.

Long live the days.

When we’re able

to enhance,

our views with

this paradise vision.

(Source: shubeyd)

News

To all my readers,

Sorry for the mini-hiatus in producing new material everyone. I’m still working on re-writing some of the poems for the first book. So far three are finished! It won’t be too much longer until all the re-writing is finished and then a release date! So please stay faithful and patient. I will have new material ASAP to keep all satisfied. “The Day I Drowned In My Tears” (Spoken Word) will hopefully be uploaded over the weekend sometime. As well as new paged poems. Thanks all again for the patience! Peace for now!

P.S. My surprise spoken word poem for the end of the year has been complete! I cannot release the title yet (hint hint “surprise”) But it is the best spoken word I’ve ever wrote so far. You’ll see why.

-Shubey (Shukran)

(Source: shubeyd)

Without Her

Ever since I let loose of,

the bond we were entangled in.

These gloominess levels,

have been set to

their full intensity.

You are Velcro

to my brain stem.

I cannot seem

to delay your,

attachment from the mind.

 

There has come

a time when,

our smiles are

shunned from eye contact.

A period when,

you found the bulls-eye

on my heart.

Although I was

never a target,

from the start.

Still I aspired,

to be one of

your greatest hits.

But you’d rather

not tune in,

to hear the artist

you’ve made of me.

 

(Source: shubeyd)

Chapbook Update

To fellow readers,

Hey guys!! I hope everyone is doing well over this fine weekend. I just wanted to let everyone know that I have started up the “Re-writing process”. For my upcoming book the following will be Re-written; “Without Her” “Hiding Place” “A Hopeful Getaway”  ”Strong Woman” “The Mat”  and “The Unspoken”. I cannot wait for the finished product and will be/have been working harder for all my supporters! Thanks again to all for patience, I will be releasing new material this week coming up.

Love you all,

Shukran (Shubey)