Salma Ahmed

Biography of Salma Ahmed
Salma Ahmed Ayman, Born in Cairo, Egypt 28th June 1991 spent most of my childhood in KSA. A last year physical therapy student. I Started writing poetry at the age of fourteen, I use writing as a way to materialize dreams, hopes and fears inside me so I can better deal with them and put myself through more of life than what it offered. And to discover places in me I never knew existed.
Later on, it became how I express myself to the world around me and without I ever realize or control it, I developed a passion for writing, especially poetry.
I believe life is to experience things and I believe that god created us to seek happiness through peace, purpose and passion.
When i put my head up to something I give it my all, as I never like to come unprepared and some may say I’m a bit of a perfectionist, when in fact I’m just looking to give out my best and make progress. The purpose of publishing my poetry online is to get whats in my mind and my soul to that point out of the timeline where I can be heard and challenged and to allow myself and people to reevaluate and reconsider even whats most fundamental about our lives and ourselves, so I can keep growing and stay happy and hopefully help people to do the same, even if it’s by just feeling understood. Growth is the key of living and not survival, and that is why it's a never ending process.
for further reading, you can also read more on my blog:
http: //outoftimeline.blogspot.com/
Salma Ahmed's Works:
None yet, but on my way to changing that
Salma Ahmed Poems
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Oxytocin
Do you know that when you look, And when your smile my soul invades, The whole universe around me, it shook, Do you know the sweetness of your blade? -
The Furnace
Do I dare to say that in such a world, Controlled by numbers and swords, That I too, have lost my soul to, A pretense that I know not what’s true? -
Sinful Poet
Nothing's worse than the sin of a poet, Even if their tongues plead to be forgiven, The soul's pain collects the pleasure when they sow it, And rejoices in it when in the heart of a dirge it's driven. -
In The Dark I Held Your Hand
The Beginning The very same shore, again and again I lie there with an open hand everynight And in the other hand a heavy sack of pain. -
The Gates
I have opened up this gate and I know not why, Or when or how my mind had convinced me, To go right through it and cross the edges of the sky, And stars and oceans without water to walk on free. -
If I Could Start A Fire
If I could start a fire, That will live up to my heart’s desire, I will sleep serenely in its light, As it devours the little pieces of night -
Behind A Smile
He stood far in the back, Hiding in his suit, black, As the bitterness of today’s sunshine, Flow into him with every sip of sour wine. -
A Bird
A thought in me is left unspoken, A secret to my very own soul, Maybe it's in the cracks hidden between the broken, Maybe the thought itself is broken from the fall. -
Purple Heart
''Do you know that purple heart, Always smiling on the sidewalk? '' She said, her hands reaching to that part Where her head was buried when she once broke. -
From The Red Gardens
I The End of Space, In the secret locked room,
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A Bird
A thought in me is left unspoken,
A secret to my very own soul,
Maybe it's in the cracks hidden between the broken,
Maybe the thought itself is broken from the fall.
My heart's desire is a bird,
Young, free and filled with belief,
With a voice to the world unheard,
Inside my lands it renders relief,
liberating from all the grief.