UMARAH HUSSAIN - POEMS

Umarah Hussain is a creative writer, poet and social inequality and mental health advocate from North East England. She works as a full-time digital content creator in which she writes creative copy, using her wide imagination to bring marketing concepts to life. She studied MSc Digital Marketing at Northumbria University, obtaining a First Class grade for her dissertation in regards to social inequality. Her hobbies include powerlifting and spoken word poetry. This would be her debut publication. Her social handle is umarah.isha on Instagram.

perspective
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broken souls will leave you 
like you are a danger zone;
laying your memories and 
broken entity in a cemetery, 
throwing you into the 
depths of the rotting soil
because they have 
already seen hell on earth,
so do not try to destroy 
them any further 
for they have been 
amalgamated from atoms
of incalculable planets, 
and perpetual constellations
found within the expanse 
of our vast universe,
so love damaged souls 
until their mental crevices
become thin scars, 
that they can only just remember 

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self-love
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if your heartbreak makes you 
believe that this world is futile,
you have never lived long 
enough to ever witness the 
skyline scintillating at twilight, 
staring right up into space,
you have never wondered how 
many stars have had to explode
and collapse, millions of years 
before you're gazing right at them,
you've never peeked out of an 
airplane window at the ant-like world 
passing you by, you have never 
been awake early enough to
witness the sky evolve from 
deep blue, to hues of light pink,
you have never spent long enough 
looking up at the horizon at daytime
to make shapes out of the tiny 
white specks in the sky,
yet if someone can break you, and 
make you hate the world you live in,
just remember that you were 
singlehandedly crafted 
by the Lord, to become the most 
unique art form displayed in this world

drown yourself in self-love

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i am

i am a masterpiece
yet a work in progress,
a wonder of the world
yet a body of mere silence,
i am cased within diamonds
yet weak without protection,
i am eloquence and grace
yet i lay in withering roses,
i am love and glittering light 
yet tangled in their opinions, 
let me sail away in fresh linen,
soft laughs and mellow voices,
sitting beneath the clouds
building towers of self worth 
in melted pink and orange skies, 
cementing bricks of self-love  
as i am a realm of self-devotion

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untitled

i collect sadness,
like pigmentation,
little splodges of 
unpleasant days,
where i have created
desolation in the lives
of those that i love,
now i am running out 
of unclouded skin 
free of my sins,
and the chaos 
that i have painted 
onto people's souls,
is ever so manifest 

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satellite solicitude

we fall in love through satellites,
carrying our words like an orbit
sending filtered photographs, 
and keyboard communication
pinging off the closest cell towers,
we lust and laugh late until night 
as the pixels blur into a sunrise,
and when signals are unreachable,
the silence turns to a blank screen
we fall asleep to static turbulence,
waiting for the stolen reception
until the lithium ions are charged
to fall into celestial solicitude again

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