She stings for her life,
paralyzing him with unknown certainty.
The numbness fades quickly
while ten thousand needles crash
like lightning through iron fences.
In dismay, he yells
as the black sole takes over in fearful vengeance.
by A.H. Abdullah
FYI: I was stung by a scorpion for the first time the other night. It was pretty painful, but empowering at the same time! haha
Monday, September 6, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Shampoo Making Project
Here's a short video of my Earth Club getting squeaky-clean while making shampoo. We plan to bottle and sell the shampoo in order to raise funds for future art and environmental activities at the school. The shampoo is made with natural ingredients, such as aloe vera, and it's super fun to make!
Final Product:
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Untitled
Symphonies of light
float over mooing meadows,
playing songs of bioluminescence
while crickets conduct for mates.
Dancers leap from heavy skies,
tapping away dirty faces
and worn out shoes.
Strongly rooted trees sway their' branches,
applauding the night to sleep.
-by A.H. Abdullah
float over mooing meadows,
playing songs of bioluminescence
while crickets conduct for mates.
Dancers leap from heavy skies,
tapping away dirty faces
and worn out shoes.
Strongly rooted trees sway their' branches,
applauding the night to sleep.
-by A.H. Abdullah
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Washed Out Vermin
Thunder growls make
It hard to contemplate.
Or is it Mr. Toad’s untimely jumping jacks?
Shhh…
Rats turn heads over cold shoulders.
They come through the roof
With heartless minds on Heroin,
Not knowing what they want.
But they take
And take until it rains.
Washed out vermin become them
And never truly live.
-by A.H. Abdullah
It hard to contemplate.
Or is it Mr. Toad’s untimely jumping jacks?
Shhh…
Rats turn heads over cold shoulders.
They come through the roof
With heartless minds on Heroin,
Not knowing what they want.
But they take
And take until it rains.
Washed out vermin become them
And never truly live.
-by A.H. Abdullah
Damage Control
The burglars may have taken my ice cream and favorite jeans, but they will never take away all that we've done and accomplished here as a community.
Desi weddings are THE BEST!
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Home
Mildew ages on clay walls.
Hard to breath.
Roof cries without warning.
Hard to sleep.
Power runs away with Thunder.
Fuck, I can't see!
Chai
sweet, hot 'n spicy Chai
is Home.
-by A.H. Abdullah
Hard to breath.
Roof cries without warning.
Hard to sleep.
Power runs away with Thunder.
Fuck, I can't see!
Chai
sweet, hot 'n spicy Chai
is Home.
-by A.H. Abdullah
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