"Everyone is a bitch until proven otherwise."

hi, I'm Mai
I'd like to think
that I've a beautiful mind
and that one day
someone, somewhere
will see my worth
even though
I'm slightly broken

the longer I wait
the desperate I get
to know how it feels
to be warmed up
by his embracing hug
to be touched
by his forgiving lips
to be awakened
by his gentle voice
to be lifted
by his boundless love.

I will wait
but not for

maisarah hamzah
books to get
This Is How We Find Each Other - Fortesa Latifi
Mouthful of Forevers - Clementine von Radics
Milk and Honey - Rupi Kaur
I stopped going to therapy
I stopped going to therapy
because I knew my therapist was right
and I wanted to keep being wrong.
I wanted to keep my bad habits
like charms on a bracelet.
I did not want to be brave.
I think I like my brain best
in a bar fight with my heart.
I think I like myself a little broken.
I'm ok if that makes me less loved.
I like poetry better than therapy anyway.
the poems never judge me
for healing wrong.

clementine von radics
how I (might) display affection/signs of comfort:

  1. if I have said "fuck you" to your face at least 10 times, and at least 5 times in a shouting manner in public
  2. if I have shared/offered/bought you (my) food because I'm seriously fucking stingy with that shit
  3. if I have bought you things when it's not even your birthday
  4. if I have posted photos of us on social media at least twice
  5. if I have discussed my faith/beliefs with you
  6. if I have sung in front of you (besides performing in public)
  7. if I have gotten angry/sad because of you, and then send you a long text message about it
  8. if I have sent you a long text message apologising for hurting you
  9. if I have actually suggested/planned activities for us to do together (this is huge because I don't like going out and being social)
  10. if I have tied my hair in a bun in your presence
  11. if I have cried in front of you
  12. if I have expressed my desire to lick things/people in your presence

I got bored and started listing this out because I enjoy talking about myself. Who doesn't? Also, I'll probably update this list a lot.
new project
Things To Be Happy About.

My latest attempt at working towards being happier.

Good on me, I guess.
I post then I delete.

I can't help it.

I hate how I'm like. How I type. How I sing. How I speak. How I cry. How I get attached to people easily only to be hurt by them one way or another sooner or later.

I always tell myself that it's better to be alone. I was supposed to be alone this year. I was. It was starting out great. And then.

There's this thing inside of me now. And I can't get it out. It's stuck there, trapped there, like how I am in this place.

I wish I could go away.
It's nice to have someone to like. Until shit happens.
it's easier
it's easier to smack on a smile
it's easier to laugh;
it's easier to talk non-stop
because if you're quiet
people will ask.
it's easier to pretend
you're having fun
it's easier to act high;
because if you're sad
even though people ask
no one really wants to know why.

maisarah hamzah
don't kiss my lips
just kiss my nose
as I look down
at your big toes
and wonder why
I'm such a lucky girl

I get tired
of anything
but you don't bore me
not a bit
your laugh - it is
the best sound in the world

maisarah hamzah
and when you're not looking, up he creeps
When I looked into the mirror at myself today (now as I type this I'm laughing at how bizarre I must have looked) I just wished that all we could do in life is to spend time with our loved ones because life is so fleeting and because time moves so quickly and because people learn to appreciate things a little bit too late, regret will never decease. I, being someone who spends her nights reflecting on things I should have said and done and things I shouldn't have said and done, will forever attempt to avoid regret but to no avail, because I am a measly human being and measly human beings make mistakes.

I'm lying in bed now at a hotel and as per usual my whole family is snoring. I usually prefer to sleep in my dorm room because of this... How can I bear to let my family leave me when I know that once they're gone I can't get annoyed by their constant loud snoring anymore? Now what else can I do but to stay up all night and listen to the only audible evidence that proves that they're very much alive beside me? 

"Maisarah why are you always so emotional on your blog all I see are sad posts and poems nowadays please post happy stuff next time"

Happy people are boring...and don't exist.
distance is a bitch
I can feel
my soul
bit by bit
day by day
as it feeds
this need
to see
your face
and miles

maisarah hamzah
dear you
dear you,

I see you in ways
that you don't.

what may be
a fault to others
or even to you,
I see it as an attribute.
an attribute
that I have come
to love,
an attribute
that I have learnt
to accept,
an attribute
that will remind me
that there is,
and will only be,
one of you.

maisarah hamzah

just friends
I know that I don't own you,
and perhaps I never will,
so my anger when you're with her,
I have no right to feel.

I know that you don't owe me,
and I shouldn't ask for more;
I shouldn't feel so let down,
all the times when you don't call.

what I feel - I shouldn't show you,
so when you're around I won't;
I know I've no right to feel it -
but it doesn't mean I don't.

lang leav
you sowed the seeds
into my heart

give it a little attention,
it grows…
how beautiful,
you exclaim.

give it a little time,
it grows…
a monstrosity
is made.


this is all on you.

maisarah hamzah
symptom recital
I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
my world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
for what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
my quondam dreams are shot to hell.
my soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men....
I'm due to fall in love again.

dorothy parker
alone with everybody
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
and nobody finds the
but keep
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else

charles bukowski
final blink (work in progress)
it's that time of the night -
when the heart finds itself in the throat
and the chest gets tighter,
and everything else is just a blur

and as I lay in bed, still as the night
I wished to be the first to leave
for my heart can't bear the thought
of anyone else leaving before I did

maisarah hamzah
new chapter
Once the security guard handed me my university student pass the past Monday, the first thing I did was to take a long hard look at my forever-bloated face (and mentally reprimand myself for being so unfortunate-looking). The next, of course, was to let the fact that I am officially a university student to sink in slowly into my underdeveloped brain because just a few months ago, like a child, I was bawling my eyes out over all the rejections I had received from all of the three universities I had applied to.

It's really surreal... But I'm really so thankful. I still keep my university rejection letters to serve as a reminder to myself that in life (CLICHE ALERT Y'ALL) there will always be times where I will stumble but what really matters is to pick myself up and push harder.

Every morning when I switch on my laptop I will see these quotes:

These quotes have helped me move on from the bitterness that rejection has deeply planted in me, really. I've always believed that quotes were lame and useless and extremely pathetic, but at the lowest point in my life when I found that nothing or no one else was able to make me feel better, quotes I stumble across on the internet lifted my spirits for a bit.

InsyaAllah I will get better grades this time and make my parents proud of me again. I'm totally looking forward to the familiar long study nights and no sleep! I just hope I don't get chased by dogs and/or ducks here at campus. IT'S FUCKING FRIGHTENING I SWEAR
from Sham's blog -
"When you see a female dressed in a manner that is unacceptable Islamically, do not for a moment think that she is lower than you spiritually. If you do that, you are lower than her. Believe me, that is the teaching of your religion. She might have a link with her Creator that you do not know about. She might have a heart that is tons better than yours. She might have one weakness that is outward, and you have 50 weaknesses that are hidden."

-Mufti Ismail Menk

I need to remind this to myself every single day.
no help for that
there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled

a space

and even during the
best moments
the greatest

we will know it

we will know it
more than

there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled


we will wait

in that

charles bukowski
newsflash: you can't always get what you want
It's obvious my mum never wanted me as a daughter. All she wants is a slim, beautiful, talented, smart girl who is obedient and filial.

Well, I'm sorry I'm not her. I truly am. I'm pretty sure I'm disappointed in myself much, much more than you will ever be, though. So please find solace in that. Thanks.
you make me laugh
you make me laugh
your sense of humour
it makes me laugh
and makes me wonder
are looks everything?
because everyone's laughing
but there is nothing
nothing there
I see nothing
I hear nothing
I feel nothing
you are bare
you make me laugh

maisarah hamzah
that is all
the encounters were fleeting
so, to gratify the heart
they repeat in my head
'til the dizziness sets in
and as the desolation begins
I wonder..............

..............why am I so weak?

maisarah hamzah
as I looked at the night sky -
a midnight satin blue
specked with shimmering glitter -
I marvel at how beautiful
a simple thing may be
and I instantly thought of

maisarah hamzah
so blessed
It's so good to let your feelings out and not get judged at all.

I'm really so blessed to have you as a friend.
what I know about faith
I saw you
at your
lowest point;
your miserable,
wallowing worst,
pitiful and dirty,
sorrowful and shamed

and I

the bell jar
I had imagined a kind, ugly, intuitive man looking up and saying “Ah!” in an encouraging way, as if he could see something I couldn’t, and then I would find words to tell him how I was so scared, as if I were being stuffed further and further into a black, airless sack with no way out.

Then he would lean back in his chair and match the tips of his fingers together in a little steeple and tell me why I couldn’t sleep and why I couldn’t read and why I couldn’t eat and why everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.

And then, I thought, he would help me, step by step, to be myself again.

sylvia plath
the "M" word
It's scary, but I'm ready to take the leap.

I have nothing much going on for me anyway, so what's there to worry right?

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the best part was
pulling down the
stuffing the doorbell
with rags
putting the phone
in the
and going to bed
for 3 or 4

and the next best
nobody ever

charles bukowski
My posts are lacking substance. That's because my life has been less than average or maybe it's time I admit I'm not very creative and witty anymore.

What a tragedy, Mai, what a tragedy.
remains as one of my favourite songs ever

I'm floating
I'm suspended
I'm in space
or am I?
I smile
but my teeth screams, no!
fear hugs me
while I'm getting cold
this is where I belong
but it is not
a heart's home is
but not forever..
..how I wish that was so, however

maisarah hamzah
no longer 18
This is my last year of teenagehood but





a voice is forming
the heart is warming
the soul to shine
light starts to fade
with all regret
it hides
where it feels safe
never knowing
what could have been
never showing
what is truly within

maisarah hamzah
oh, you fickle pickle

Yes yes, I am undoubtedly aware of my flighty ways.

However, I have a feeling, that this (blog) is going to last.

Well, until I die, of course.
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