Araek Maharba

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Araek Maharba Biography

I was raised in an unsuspecting way, brought up by my grandparents and raised by my aunt. Of course it is only unsuspecting to me that my grandparents are old fashioned native aboriginals. My aunt was a punk that was a bit into a lot of stuff like horror flicks and documentaries; so I am far from censored like most. I am not surprised about the fact that shock footage doesn't shock me anymore. Or when I buy a book that is a psychological thriller/thriller and I am seeking something that can shock me. I have lost feelings over time and questioned myself with stuff like 'am I even human? ' or 'why can't I cry anymore? '. Being 22 years old and struggling with emotions or lack-there-of and in the endless cycle of finding a decent job and a job that doesn't pay well. Being raised in an old fashioned manner while also knowing too much and have been exposed to too much. Channeling all the frustration into my writings is something that helped me escape since I was a kid. Writing short stories of traveling the new world, the world seen on television. Seeking out the ones from books. Been doing free-verse poetry as a coping mechanism since I can remember. I have only just started collecting my shorts and 'slam' and 'free-verse' poems since 2016. I went through too much at 16; almost dropped out of high school from alcoholism or substance abuse. Making it to graduation sober, and wondering if I am my own person or the vessel for my family to fill, a marionette for them to direct. Enough about me even though this is a biography and not an auto-biography...my free-verse poems are raw and unedited. Although they are in desperate need of editing. I was 16 and very emotional; so there are quite a bit of mistakes in spelling and I get a good laugh out of my past mistakes. I hope you find my stuff interesting or inspiring. Inspiring in ways that you can do better than I.)

The Best Poem Of Araek Maharba

Lasting Moments...

Somethings last a lifetime,
Nothing lasts forever.

We met on the streets,
Asked for my number,
Tried to get in my sheets.

Somethings last a lifetime,
Will I forget how you kissed me?

Pulled me in softly,
Close to each other.

Although we must remember,
Nothing lasts forever.

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