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    Poetry for the Beast
    Poetry for the Beast
    Poetry for the Beast
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    Poetry for the Beast

    By Tehreem Ali

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    Not just a poetry book, but also an autobiography. This is the book written in the name of love, friendship and so much more. Just as every Dracula has a Reinfield, every Beast has a Beauty. Poetry for the Beast is Tehreem Ali's account of her very own Beast...in poetic verse. Even though it is a dedication to someone else, every reader can identify with it one way or the other. Poetry for the Beast is a modern poetic version of Beauty and the Beast; if Beauty could talk in poetry with her Beast, she would speak in something like this. It talks about love and chaos, friendship and distance, waiting and fulfillment. The verses are in free verse, are lyrical and will surely take you to a land of your own imagination what with the style and imagery used.
    Have a loved one you don't have the words to express your love to? Read something from Poetry for the Beast maybe.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTehreem Ali
    Release dateDec 31, 2017
    ISBN9781370591466
    Poetry for the Beast
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    Tehreem Ali

    Tehreem Ali is a 23-year-old literature-linguistics student by field but a writer at heart. She self-published her first fiction novella at the age of fifteen. Art, anarchism, music, animals, and writing are the center of her world. She aspires to show the world, through her writings, that there are no rules in art. You will find Tehreem’s writings to be a mixture of polar opposites, with Sylvia Plath, Alan Ginsberg, and the like as major influences. The world might not be ready yet for voices like hers.

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      Poetry for the Beast - Tehreem Ali

      Poetry for the Beast

      By Tehreem Ali

      Copyright 2017 Tehreem Ali

      Smashwords Edition

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      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      Dedicated to Ahsan Yousaf

      I always believed more in every Dracula has a Renfield than every Beauty has a Beast. But even as a child, an inherent part of me resonated it, that indeed there is a beauty for a beast out there. It resonated you, since as long as I can remember…even before my mind was mature enough to chew on Memory. To my twin flame, to the humanest beast I have ever known.

      Yet, you’re the poem I can never put into words. Here is a shot at it anyway.

      Table of Contents

      A Broken Man’s Hymnal

      A Fine Forest

      Amnesia

      Apathy in their Bones

      Archery

      Bigger, Brighter, Wider than Snow

      Bones that Protect

      Collateral

      Crimson Carrying

      Dark Vanilla

      Drunk Dead

      Estivating atop a Beast’s Mind

      Faithful

      Heavenly Light

      His Angry Scars

      His Similes

      Horses Dancing on the Moon

      If I Forget…

      In Tethers

      Invitation to a Fruit Feast

      Lullabies to a Schizophrenic

      Midnight River in Daylight

      Misunderstood

      My Magic Trick

      My Moon Man

      My Mountain Top

      Nemo Nisi Non Mors

      Nightcore Splashes

      No Skies Tonight

      Non-Labelable

      Our Blooming Darkness

      Our Guiding Light

      Paintings

      Panoramic Sadness

      Peace to My Cancerous Lungs

      Root to Root

      Some Broken Statelines

      Space to Be

      The Affirmation

      The Beast I Love

      The Best of Me

      The G-Man’s Chords

      The Hand That Saves

      The Hanging Man and the Sinking Ship

      The Religion I Advocate

      Tibetan Strangers

      Tongue-Tied

      Tree Limbs

      Waiting Insidiously

      What to Become

      When a Heart Gasps

      About the author

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      A Broken Man’s Hymnal

      This image we hide behind, the covers and the spot lights.

      Don’t change your beauty, their hearts need the wisp of new.

      A matchstick man – your words defy the magnanimity of your pain.

      Such a wasted grey soul, the colors of wisdom touch and turn black.

      Hiding behind an insidious mask, this love you water every day.

      When it falls, be ready to catch it

      Thawing memories in your hands, I stand there and wonder

      If your fingers hurt from grasping all that soulless weight.

      With a blink of an eye and a tap on the shoulder,

      We lose meaning quicker than a credit card.

      So I shut these lights, these shattered visions you harbor;

      Never knowing my why nor your how…

      Your vague desires and a still dream, the chasm of a heart and its broken heartstrings –

      They all dance beside your gothic shadow, the numbing of your conscious, so fearless.

      Grace under pressure, I see oblivious bruises of your demeanor turned into stone;

      A stone on which the tired lovers and lonely parachutes drop down to lean on.

      Your time may be held hostage by a seminal fire, your will and philanthropy jaded.

      Sunken in my marrow is the key to all the secrets you seek,

      So daring this existence, a false alarm in my promiscuous emptiness.

      Looking for purpose, how our shadows long for a wall to dance on.

      None other than trust to reside in, otherwise this broken being;

      Hearing you speak, they boil your words in the pit of misconception.

      On and on shall you move, always to seek a land undefeated, unconquered.

      Maybe you did not know the healing skin you dwell under,

      But time is a fortune I am yet to steal.

      With my words as

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