Naya Writes Stuff

What happened in your sleep? Did you hear the screams of the fire burning in your sleep? They run out of words, It’s the meaning of your life, calling you Because hereafter are calling you Angels must have spent time reminding you Those mothers should be respected How do you spent your life? Regretting, that mothers took care of you When she spent nine months carrying you How can you blame your mother for your mistakes? Maybe because you did spent your life regretting, Asking why she still cared for you But then, you ruin your mother. You blame her for your nightmares It was your doing. Allah is reminding you that if you took pity on others On your way up, you’ll meet them on your way down And this time, they may never help you Because you treat a person as your God Asking why you’re mistakes in life You carry a burden in your heart But you never forget that when Angels was asked by Allah to guide you They will, Only Allah can help

I told you I’d walk away I’m haunted I’m broken I’m a disaster I just knew that you’re not gone Come on, something’s terribly wrong We need to act to stop this war. I know in your heart, you’re good I refuse to believe in lies I hear them speak ill of you Did you think I was fine? Did you ever felt the blood in your eyes? How it’s tearing you up? How one word can hurt me? Stop saying sorry if you don’t mean it. You really made a good act. You need to wake up from daydreaming You need to believe in the lights you see Stop tearing the heart that’s worth saving Stand there like a ghost You know if you just open your eyes I want you for worst or better. I would wait forever and ever I know you were hurting too, so did I? Tell me why you get lost.

The Memories of You By Sittie Aina Panda It's not the sight I'm seeing, It's never the contradiction. It's might and light I am owning, It's the perception. I caught him looking at me, I looked away When I look back, he's now faraway. I admire the world around us and ignore him When I'm lost in my thought, he is there waiting for me to glance back at him. Is this love I'm feeling? When he's near, I'm breathless Is this an exaggeration? When he's not around, I miss him. Tell me a story I have never heard. An agony I am currently thinking. A hindrance I have to ignore. A threat in my mind. A sorrow I need to forget. There are a lot of people hating me. You said you only adore me. There are lots of ideas in my head. You are the sweetness in me. You color my world and then paint it gray. Can I have you speak of me again? You bring me to fairy land and made me cry. Can you teach me to move on? When my

I've been fighting my whole life. Fighting the unknown I gave you light when you needed me But you burnt my candles, the rays of my sunshine were starting to fade Now I've been looking for that lost streak of life that was taken away from me I'm a giver of hope to everyone They call me an angel Yet I felt left out Betrayal crushed me I lost friends And I'm a walking disaster waiting to happen All those things I didn't say I kept it inside and buried deep Love never really helps me I'm a lover of everything black and white I was shadowed in my darkness that used to be colorful I kept calling your name I was screaming out I was the one who stood up When doubts filled you in And your world became bleak Being brave was my choice But when everything begin to tremble It's falling apart But there's really a part of me that believes I am a girl of faith I was raised with class I grew up with jo

Hi. This is me again. I'm back for good. As promised, I'll continue my story posted entitled   Us . After my being AWOL for two years I want to post something that is quite   personal   for me, an experience or rather about myself I really want to share. Note: If you really want to read this, don't expect too much. Read the disclaimer. I WROTE THIS AT 2 AM IN THE MORNING LAST YEAR OF THE SAME DAY. THE EMOTIONS THAT I FELT WAS RAW, SO READ IT WITH AN OPEN-MIND. Life's really full of ups and downs, of decisions, of not taking opportunities that soon be your biggest mistake. Life's about how you deal with it, if you enjoy living it to fullest or sulk inside waiting for the change that isn't happening any time soon. But then, you can never write your life story, you only get to deal with it. I know things would have been good if: 1. I'm not afraid of taking risks. 2. I don't get my hopes up. I am a person with sensitive fee