Day 25- A Thousand Years Of Potatoes 

Day 25! For the prompt ‘the night you offered me your wing’, and a double prompt- potato time!- A Thousand Years Of Potatoes! 

I don’t know how, but every NaPoWriMo for the past four years, I’ve done at least one Potato poem. It’s a spudtastic coincidence!

Day 20- Ashes In My Veins 


Bit of a happy coincidence today. It’s 4/20, plus the poem I started in my head, synced up nicely with the prompt for today, ‘ashes in my veins’, and the 4/20 mentions. 
And another post for Messages off a cigarette. It’s been a while. 🙂
Hugs and muffins, 

Yusra ❤️pp
Keep it 

Day 19- Home Is Where… 

Home Is Where 

I didn’t know much about the world

Or myself, for that matter 

I took gratefully, what I was given 

I didn’t know anything better 

even existed, for people like me

Who are damaged so thoroughly 

That we stand in front of mirrors 

And dissect our entirety

No one taught me strength 

I doubt I could’ve discerned  

I drifted aimlessly, accepting 

Scraps for the blessings they weren’t 

When debasement is a norm, and

indifference the only recompense 

The heart grows silently sicker 

Without respect for its defense 

I hadn’t known that I deserved 

More, that what i was shown

I thought love belonged in parked cars 

But you

-you took me home. 

It’s strange, how big the world is

When you don’t feel small anymore 

Maybe, I can build my shelter, now 

That you’ve already opened the door 

©Yusra 

19.04.2017 

Day Fifteen- The Man Who Was Poetry 

Day Fifteen- and big news! My first book is finally close to completion. Stay tuned for updates on The Man Who Was Poetry.🙂 
And I need lots of advice from those of you who have published already. Tips and suggestions are most welcome! 

Love, 

Your Yusra Cookie ❤️

Day Eleven- Terms And Conditions Apply 

Terms and Conditions Apply 

What I carry behind me 

Ghosts and dead beautiful things 

Pieces of lives unlived 

Nothing that could forgotten be 

Is what I carry behind me

Where I must go from here 

Is not a place, but a person

Better to become, lesser to become 

Simultaneously more

That in myself to instill and revere 

Is not a place, but a person

Where I must go from here 

Clumsy 

Inarticulate 

Handcuffed yet

Obstinate 

I drag my past with rabid glee

It is not of anything else 

But myself that 

I must become free 

©Yusra 

11.04.2017 

For the prompt, #yourefreeyourefreeyourefree. Day Eleven of NaPoWriMo! What have you all been up to? 🙂

Spread the cookie love,

Yusra ❤️