Memory
Articles, analysis, and creative work exploring memory on Mohammad Jazim’s website.
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Echoes of Becoming
In life’s unfolding tapestry, I cleanseThe vessel, destined for mortality’s dance.Love’s reflection, once vibrant, now fades,A yearning incomplete in transient shades. Past’s foresight eludes, future’s plan astray,Today’s existence, an…
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Scarfing Life
With the tone of existing, promised rituals are not forgotten With years of living and breathing, it demanded a life; Life ought to sour the thankfulness and a seek…
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An Act Of Desperation
Where to start?A broken heart,cloudy skies,blinded eyes,hollow bones,anxious tones,a shaking hand,a crumbling land,an empty head,I should be dead.Trembling legs,throat of gags,roughed lips,unused hips,frail arms,can do no harm.Nothing left,a torn…
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Escape or Leave
With all of those Immense insecurities Something beautiful clouded my mindLike a dark patch of fog, stick to my realityLeaving joy hard to find within dark head It sticks to…
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Dead Flower
It’s was a knock on the door;With which elevated heartbeat were heard.while paying attention to what they’re trying to tell him. Early realisation about the person who made the…
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Metro Star
My apologies to chance for calling it necessity. My apologies to necessity if I’m mistaken, after all. Please, don’t be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due.…
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A Harder Fall
An early summer…Do you remember?All that we did? !All the places we hid? !I’d skip a stone…You’d pull me near…And whisper sweet words… In my ear…!Every breath that you’d…
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Through someone else’s eyes.
Not often did he wish for things,He had few petty desires.“What’ll come will come,” he’d say, with a knowing nod.And he was sad that way. He would smirk. Most…
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Often
As if it was a scene made-up by my mind, that is not mine, but is a made place in my mind, that is mine, it is so near…
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I close my eyes and drift away.
Yesterday, so far away, yet close enough to feelImages within my mind, but which ones are realScents, I wonder where they’re from and why they make me thinkFrom my…
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Left Again
Wonderer of life, worshipped solace for his lover of leaving It does not matter, ours is a caravan of despair and pain.Come and break your vow of never leaving…
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Stakes
Wonderous of paths crossing over lines of this fragile life. It’s autumn in the mid of falling leaves, scars of sreaming roads cry for the pain so red, coloured…
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