A flame inside a frame

I see a picture and in an instant instantly I seem to obsess over her and what she used to mean
Constantly stressing me when I think about our past incessantly and how she used to be
The funny thing about finality is that as much as you hope you can’t change what you used to see

I often wonder if love is real, you know the kind that forms endless attachments
Because I’ve latched on before so hard with no guard and just got passion’s scratches
For a second I don’t regret it, but it just leaves me wondering if people are really matches

From what I’ve seen of life it really comes down to either hurt or bliss
I debate which is more powerful because hurt kills, but life begins with a kiss
And I’m okay with not knowing because I don’t think it matters which is which

I think of people’s struggles and see life from a much broader perspective than my father
I asked him why religion makes exceptions like killing is wrong except if you’re a martyr
Because there is something about justifying killing in circumstances that left me bothered

I question how people can believe in such opposite things and then rationalize it to themselves
And so I asked him this question that he could only answer from the introspection of his self
“When you were right compared to your father why did you think you were right?” and on this he dwells…

He said “I don’t know” and I shouted back “I KNOW, because you thought you had a broader perspective!
And maybe one day my child will think he’s right because we are all limited if we can’t look outside of ourselves and stop being subjective”
And it becomes reflective, we become pictures fitting neatly into frames because we don’t look at ourselves and be objective

I’ve learned the lessons of my father and today I realize many things I didn’t understand as a child I’ve come to find are right
But, I also think I know so much more than him and others because people tend to stick to their beliefs too tight
We are a product of how we were raised and we’re always going to be limited by HOW we think about life

And so I try to always keep an open mind because for the longest time I was so afraid to look behind
And I never want to be a person who didn’t learn from his mistakes or was to scared to make a mistake to find
The truth is we all make mistakes because that’s how we find whats right, and if we don’t question our frames then how will we know whats inside?

Now I know it’s easy for people to give advice so I want to sincerely apologize
Because I’ve done something that’s not right, I looked you all in the eyes and told you lies
I’m just as wrong because I lie to myself all the time and it’s easier to see the wrongs in everyone else’s lives

But this is the most honest thing I’ve written besides “without love” for I am giving all of you me openly
Everyone deserves to be happy and follow their dreams and if you agree, stop trying to fit happiness in your life when you cry at night hoping to be
Because when you try to justify everything in your life you end up sleeping with someone when you really are cheating emotionally

The problem isn’t because it’s impossible to stick to what you believe it’s because inside time has made you meek
How can you say you love someone and stay with them because of convenience when inside you desperately seek
Someone to love you for your soul or for the words when you were honest about how your heart felt weak?

When you make a promise and vow then you owe it to them to keep
When you fall in love with someone else how do lay with your partner and sleep?
And when you are insecure you will do anything to lie to yourself while you weep

This isn’t to criticize, but just to open your eyes to see that only you control your destiny
When you’ve fallen out of love only you can move on to where your destiny may be
I know it’s difficult, I too have looked at myself in the mirror and questioned me

And when I did, I realized that what I do and what we all do is allow ourselves to be boxed in
We accuse money for lack of freedom or our children as how we go on with the lives we got lost in
And before you know it you’re saying that happiness is your cat or you’re busy with the laundry you just tossed in

We are born in to a world that forces us to fit in and stick to social norms
So how do you realistically escape from the pain? You act now and make reforms
Because you don’t want to be old and look back and say you wish you didn’t conform

You owe it to yourself as artists to put your money where your mouth is not your wallet
And stop painting pictures as you think they should be and label it love or whatever you call it
Stop living and writing to fit into frames, think broader and write some Jackson Pollacks

Because if you look at what you write and everything looks the same
Then the problem isn’t your poetry, its because you have come accept the frame
And because our words are reflective our days, you shouldn’t accept less than the best when comes time to attach your name

And don’t argue there is beauty in simplicity because images really don’t leave an impression
Animals and fairies don’t mean shit to me because they’ve never taught me a lesson
Connect with a confession because I too turned to poetry as an escape from the sadness of depression

Stop justifying things and trying to make them confirm to your beliefs, really open your eyes and look openly
If you love someone let them know and if they don’t love you back stop wasting your time hoping it will be
You can’t force someone to love you, just be your self and find someone that will love you for being you because that’s what you need

Never stop trying to improve yourself, learn a new language, travel the world, be someone
I write of my past and try to inspire because even if I die tomorrow maybe my poems will help someone else become
The person they want to be because instead of wasting time they’ll finally get up and run

Because every soul was put in this world to be judged honestly for each its deeds
Even the atheists believe that its good to be pure in intention and honest in creeds
Pour your heart and soul into your craft creatively, write of wisdom and share it to be free never forgetting that one day you will cease to be

I used to worry about growing older and I cried when I turned twenty three
I felt death over take me, shake me and tell me after all that love, she wasn’t made for me
But you know what? That just kept me awake at night till I discovered what was right and then I finally came to see

No criticism can break me because hurt has already broken me and love has already put me in a state mentally
Where I live with nothing but a positive mentality, I am to strong to be weak but smart enough to recognize without frailty we become empty
It took me to be derailed for me to really see and wisdom to really seek to finally ask myself the hard questions that have long tempted me

So what do I want out of this? What I want out of this life and this to give people hope with a glance
In 10 grade my teacher almost expelled me from school but said “Always remember the power of giving people another chance”
Those words have affected me so much I can’t even explain to you the feeling of when you show others the power of taking a stance

And my stance is this, that no matter what happens you have choice to resist
And in the darkest of moments when suicide holds you, you have the power to persist
I insist because not all cuts last the same if you wait a minute think you will witness…

That cuts on your skin might last
And cuts in your mind might fade
But cuts on your heart never go away

That’s why cuts on your skin heal, but are reminders of that day
Cuts in your mind change so you can look at them a different way
And cuts in your heart make you stronger by putting you through that pain

Listen, you are marked by your past, but you are defined by what you do
Always be patient, listen more than you talk and take advice given to you
Never lie to someone you love because breaking trust is hard to renew
And lying to yourself is even worse because then the faults all on you
Watch what you say because words always make or break more then you knew
Accept hurt as it is then move on because you still have so much to go through
It makes no sense always being blue, you have a destiny and its up to you to choose
Share with people something more than images… leave your soul to view
Give your family a kiss and tell them you love them as you were about to leave like soldiers do
Who knows which day will be you last and do you want to leave without saying “I love you”?
Don’t be afraid to trust, but be aware that more you trust the more the potential to get screwed
Love honestly, because to me that is the most important thing that you could ever do

Face the past and let your heart be tamed, erase the mistakes, but never for get they were made
I learned this from when she took our picture and ripped it became, I swear after that day I was never the same
The greatest lesson I can give you today is to take a picture of yourself and throw away the frame
Carry it with you and look at it every day, The past is our greatest motivator to never let ourselves be wasted away

And as the days go by and wrinkles consume you face, look at the picture of you younger and notice your pocket has made it to do the same
And when you realize this then you will know that growing older caused no pain, the wrinkles were always there and will always remain
Then go back and look at that frame, the fact it is still shining and new is a reminder of the greatest lesson to you which I can ever lay claim….

Because the frame holds everything in it will never age and the picture in your pocket dared to come out everyday
And because frames know nothing of being open to change, looking at your picture everyday is a reminder you are facing being afraid
You will come to realize that your soul is still the same as the day it was made because a picture of the truth can never be framed
And pictures can wither and be burned by blame, but if you learn and share wisdom in words you will live forever… the proof is when you burn this poem and throw it in the flames

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I know its long… please please bare with it…
Take this poem with you you in life

This poem is about how we get ‘stuck’ in our lives because we stick to everything that is safe and framed….. it happens in our loves, our art, and our lives… this poem is not poetic
its a real life solution how to break free from the frames that hold in our lives

Much love to all
Shoaib

To everyone who has left me a comment on this one, thank you so much

I try to reply to everyone personally for this poem, if i dont get to… please know that i have read your comment and i really appreciate you taking the time to read this

I see a picture and in an instant instantly I seem to obsess over her and what she used to mean
Constantly stressing me when I think about our past incessantly and how she used to be
The funny thing about finality is that as much as you hope you can’t change what you used to see

Often I think about time’s fragility and the real chances of going back and fixing mistakes
But the one thing I’ve learned is no matter how much you learn your heart still breaks
And I don’t think being burned teaches us anything real except the power of the stakes

I often wonder if love is real, you know the kind that forms endless attachments
Because I’ve latched on before so hard with no guard and just got passion’s scratches
For a second I don’t regret it, but it just leaves me wondering if people are really matches

We are lined up side by side in a tiny box and the smallest of sparks can be so vicious
Or are we a fuse already lit and its only a matter of time before we realize this is all fictitious?
Or maybe we are just bombs harnessed with equal powers to be forgiving and malicious

From what I’ve seen of life it really comes down to either hurt or bliss
I debate which is more powerful because hurt kills, but life begins with a kiss
And I’m okay with not knowing because I don’t think it matters which is which

I think of people’s struggles and see life from a much broader perspective than my father
I asked him why religion makes exceptions like killing is wrong except if you’re a martyr
Because there is something about justifying killing in circumstances that left me bothered

I question how people can believe in such opposite things and then rationalize it to themselves
And so I asked him this question that he could only answer from the introspection of his self
“When you were right compared to your father why did you think you were right?” and on this he dwells…

He said “I don’t know” and I shouted back “I KNOW, because you thought you had a broader perspective!
And maybe one day my child will think he’s right because we are all limited if we can’t look outside of ourselves and stop being subjective”
And it becomes reflective, we become pictures fitting neatly into frames because we don’t look at ourselves and be objective

I’ve learned the lessons of my father and today I realize many things I didn’t understand as a child I’ve come to find are right
But, I also think I know so much more than him and others because people tend to stick to their beliefs too tight
We are a product of how we were raised and we’re always going to be limited, but not by what we think, but HOW we think about life

I said “I’m not afraid of what I know, And I’m not concerned about what I don’t know
It’s what I don’t know about what I don’t know that kills me because it’ll never won’t show”
Still I don’t ever want to dwell on things out of my understanding because I know if you are gripped by fear in any situation you don’t grow

And so I try to always keep an open mind because for the longest time I was so afraid to look behind
And I never want to be a person who didn’t learn from his mistakes or was to scared to make a mistake to find
The truth is we all make mistakes because that’s how we find whats right, and if we don’t question our frames then how will we know whats inside?

Now I know it’s easy for people to give advice so I want to sincerely apologize
Because I’ve done something that’s not right, I looked you all in the eyes and told you lies
I’m just as wrong because I lie to myself all the time and it’s easier to see the wrongs in everyone else’s lives

But this is the most honest thing I’ve written besides “of poets and immortality” for I am giving all of you me openly
Everyone deserves to be happy and follow their dreams and if you agree, stop trying to fit happiness in your life when you cry at night hoping to be
Because when you try to justify everything in your life you end up sleeping with someone when you really are cheating emotionally

The problem isn’t because it’s impossible to stick to what you believe it’s because inside time has made you meek
How can you say you love someone and stay with them because of convenience when inside you desperately seek
Someone to love you for your soul or for the words when you were honest about how your heart felt weak?

When you make a promise and vow then you owe it to them to keep
When you fall in love with someone else how do lay with your partner and sleep?
And when you are insecure you will do anything to lie to yourself while you weep

This isn’t to criticize, but just to open your eyes to see that only you control your destiny
When you’ve fallen out of love only you can move on to where your destiny may be
I know it’s difficult, I too have looked at myself in the mirror and questioned me

And when I did, I realized that what I do and what we all do is allow ourselves to be boxed in
We accuse money for lack of freedom or our children as how we go on with the lives we got lost in
And before you know it you’re saying that happiness is your cat or you’re busy with the laundry you just tossed in

We are born in to a world that forces us to fit in and stick to social norms
So how do you realistically escape from the pain? You act now and make reforms
Because you don’t want to be old and look back and say you wish you didn’t conform

You owe it to yourself as artists to put your money where your mouth is not your wallet
And stop painting pictures as you think they should be and label it love or whatever you call it
Stop living and writing to fit into frames, think broader and write some Jackson Pollacks

Because if you look at what you write and everything looks the same
Then the problem isn’t your poetry, its because you have come accept the frame
And because our words are reflective our days, you shouldn’t accept less than the best when comes time to attach your name

And don’t argue there is beauty in simplicity because images really don’t leave an impression
Animals and fairies don’t mean shit to me because they’ve never taught me a lesson
Connect with a confession because I too turned to poetry as an escape from the sadness of depression

But every time I write its not because I want sympathy, but to express lessons beautifully
I could write something more complex but I only want to speak truthfully
There may be passion in a kiss but the real beauty lies when honesty is proven to me

And just because I got fucked over by love, feeling sad didn’t drag me down because I would never let myself believe
That because she wasn’t right that there would never be someone else that would come along and truly be right for me
I know that love and longing and hurt and sadness are all just part of being a human being

Stop justifying things and trying to make them confirm to your beliefs, really open your eyes and look openly
If you love someone let them know and if they don’t love you back stop wasting your time hoping it will be
You can’t force someone to love you, just be your fucking self and find someone that will love you for being you because that’s what you need

Maybe you think you deserve a chance or think that your love will never fade
But I would rather not live life hoping for a chance as I watch the rest be played
Stop being afraid, stop looking for blame, you are who you are and for that you should never be ashamed

Never stop trying to improve yourself, learn a new language, travel the world, be someone
I write of my past and try to inspire because even if I die tomorrow maybe my knots will help someone else become
The person they want to be because instead of wasting time wallowing in misery they’ll finally get up and run

You are so lucky and still might not want to thank God you weren’t born in poverty
I look at Darfur’s hunger and can’t imagine starving every day watching people kill my family
Stop being someone who cuts to bleed to feel real, your pain is enough proof for you to use your soul positively

Because every soul was put in this world to be judged honestly for each its deeds
Even the atheists believe that its good to be pure in intention and honest in creeds
Pour your heart and soul into your craft creatively, write of wisdom and share it to be free never forgetting that one day you will cease to be

I used to worry about growing older and I cried when I turned twenty three
I felt death over take me, shake me and tell me after all that love, she wasn’t made for me
But you know what? That just kept me awake at night till I discovered what was right and then I finally came to see

I don’t want to write a short poem and give it out anymore for a comment because I love when people praise me
I want to drip my heart and mind in every fucking word so you have some substance and some sustenance from all the soul that drains from me
And never again will I let myself be afraid to speak because I know that in the end everyone judges you for the words you aim to speak

No criticism can break me because hurt has already broken me and love has already put me in a state mentally
Where I live with nothing but a positive mentality, I am to strong to be weak but smart enough to recognize without frailty we become empty
It took me to be derailed for me to really see and wisdom to really seek to finally ask myself the hard questions that have long tempted me

So what do I want out of this? What I want out of this life and this poem is for me to make people happy whether it be words or hope at a glance
In 10 grade my teacher almost expelled me from school but said “Always remember the power of giving people another chance”
Those words have affected me so much I can’t even explain to you the feeling of when you show others the power of taking a stance

And my stance is this, that no matter what happens you have choice to resist
And in the darkest of moments when suicide holds you, you have the power to persist
I insist because not all cuts last the same if you wait a minute think you will witness…

That cuts on your skin might last
And cuts in your mind might fade
But cuts on your heart never go away

That’s why cuts on your skin heal, but are reminders of that day
Cuts in your mind change so you can look at them a different way
And cuts in your heart make you stronger by putting you through that pain

And when it came to love, trust me I looked at it from every angle way for my sake
I let my heart decide but it got torn that way so I let my soul decide, but it mourned after heart break
So I left it up to my mind to guide my decisions.. and have come to realize that even thats not any less susceptible to making mistakes…

Listen, you are marked by your past, but you are defined by what you do
Always be patient, listen more than you talk and take advice given to you
Never lie to someone you love because breaking trust is hard to renew
And lying to yourself is even worse because then the faults all on you
Watch what you say because words always make or break more then you knew
Accept hurt as it is then move on because you still have so much to go through
It makes no sense always being blue, you have a destiny and its up to you to choose
Share with people something more than images… leave your soul to view
Give your family a kiss and tell them you love them as you were about to leave like soldiers do
Who knows which day will be you last and do you want to leave without saying “I love you”?
Don’t be afraid to trust, but be aware that more you trust the more the potential to get screwed
Love honestly, because to me that is the most important thing that you could ever do

Face the past and let your heart be tamed, erase the mistakes, but never for get they were made
I learned this from when she took our picture and ripped it became, I swear after that day I was never the same
The greatest lesson I can give you today is to take a picture of yourself and throw away the frame
Carry it with you and look at it every day, The past is our greatest motivator to never let ourselves be wasted away

And as the days go by and wrinkles consume you face, look at the picture of you younger and notice your pocket has made it to do the same
And when you realize this then you will know that growing older caused no pain, the wrinkles were always there and will always remain
Then go back and look at that frame, the fact it is still shining and new is a reminder of the greatest lesson to you which I can ever lay claim….

Because the frame holds everything in it will never age and the picture in your pocket dared to come out everyday
And because frames know nothing of being open to change, looking at your picture everyday is a reminder you are facing being afraid
You will come to realize that your soul is still the same as the day it was made because a picture of the truth can never be framed
And pictures can wither and be burned by blame, but if you learn and share wisdom in words you will live forever… the proof is when you burn this poem and throw it in the flames

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Comments

  • Valerie Anne Kelly
    Valerie Anne K...over 5 years ago

    WOW!…’ time’s fragility’ this is amazing writing ..just flows along beautifully so full of depth & meaning(you’ll find your soulmate’ when the time’ iz right) sweetheART am still trying to take all this IN lol! ;} happy hippy hugglez

  • Sally Omar
    Sally Omarover 5 years ago

    Unless you find yourself…you never find love…or where you truly fit…if we follow the norm…
    we just become a cog in a wheel that moves slowly and is boring … so live your dreams….
    find yourself … dance naked in the street!!!!! An excellent writing and a definite fav for me!!!!!

  • jacqleen
    jacqleenover 5 years ago

    for me the CUT part was just the BEST…Cut on your skin…then MIND and finally your HEART….and so so much more here to TREASURE…………..I LOVED and LOVE your view and I’m so GLAD that you decided to write this PIECE………..from your heart and the REAL part of YOU………..very Touching, very Wise and very POWERFRUL!
    and I do TRUST YOU! xx

  • Vasile Stan
    Vasile Stanover 5 years ago

    This writing is fantastic and you are full of surprising wisdom and sheer talent.
    Keep it this way, Shoaib… you have a wonderful style and a great heart.

  • mrscarlotta
    mrscarlottaover 5 years ago

    WOW man, you sure have a lot to say,

    The problem isn’t because it’s impossible to stick to what you believe it’s because inside time has made you meek
    How can you say you love someone and stay with them because of convenience when inside you desperately seek
    Someone to love you for your soul or for the words when you were honest about how your heart felt weak?

    you covered so many areas in this, and at the same time kept it together, what you on Shadoobie, I love the above lines, you are so very talented, love to you xxxxxxxx

  • BiographyofRed8
    BiographyofRed8over 5 years ago

    you are indeed a remarkable unique person and I need to come back and give this a proper comment, but you’ve made me think about so many things!

  • Oncemore
    Oncemoreover 5 years ago

    What you have written here is truly wonderful…and very, very true. Great writing…and extremely well said. You are gifted.

  • wigs
    wigsover 5 years ago

    Wow ….totally transfixed and absolutely love the what you have written…there’s so much said and so much to take in, a briliant honest piece of work. you truely are talented… this I will keep to look at again. xxx

  • cougarfan
    cougarfanover 5 years ago

    Wow!!!!!!!!! You Are Totally Amazing Hun:)))))))))xoxoxox

  • SanjaXOXO
    SanjaXOXOover 5 years ago

    You know my thougths on this…TOO real TOO raw and TOO emotional for me to really comment here…. as I said before….this goes BEYOND poetry.

    I will say this…you shouldn’t have to morph and conform to fit into love’s mould…*TRUE* love should just fit…

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