Mohammed Darasi
Bio
I live in Glasgow, Scotland and I mainly write for fun and release (too many thoughts in my head).
I write fiction, and, more recently, poetry and I'm loving it.
I think writing is a great way to discover more of yourself.
Stories (57/0)
Aegis Academy - Chapter 1
Jack woke up in a room that was encompassed in darkness. A single bulb dangled in the middle of the room, flickering on and off pathetically over a single rusty table. Jack took in his surroundings as calmly as he could, to think of a way out. It was working just fine as well, until he seen the table; it was covered almost entirely in some brownish red substance and only when the familiar smell of dried blood reached Jack that he realised just how dire the situation really was - he was locked in a darkened room, a table in the centre covered in blood, and the only apparent exit blocked. This is not looking good.
By Mohammed Darasiabout 4 hours ago in Fiction
Urban Poetry
I’ve only recently began writing poetry. For a long time, my view on poetry was that it was hard to understand, and too convoluted. In the middle east (particularly Saudi Arabia), poetry is an old, and important part of culture so I did come across poetry that is very profound, but I didn’t understand most of it (partly because I was young at the time). When I moved to the UK I eventually started listening to music, and the genre that drew me in most was Rap (mostly American of course).
By Mohammed Darasi7 days ago in Beat
Worth A Second Chance?
Clashing, crashing, the soul it baits Alive and awake at the pearly gates Wondering What happened with my life Stumbling Across others waiting for their fates Humbling - Living life, thoughtless vices on my mind running Shackles on my demons never worked, gotta live cunning Watching the queue moving up. How am I to speak When I face my judgement later. Gotta be released - Did I live how I should, not sure, but I could If I get a second chance, I know I gotta push - But reality got a hold of me Constant desires surrounding me Choking me Its hard being good in this world Gotta admit From left to right swirled Always conflict - Tried moving outta the neighbourhood But it pulls me back Like it’s got a bait and hook Attached on my back An easier life, can’t say black or white But living in the grey provided for them and I - Learning the ways to make a living Never knew I would take the living Slowly it consumed my soul and blackened To the point my mind died and mangled My morality, integrity and honour Personality changed, become a gunner Can I really change if I get a chance? Not sure In life, I never had a chance - What makes it different now Would I be different now Second chance. I’m begging now Would I really get it now? Now facing judgement for my life It gave me thought of strife Not sure I will survive Out there, with not a light I close my eyes and then Accept that I have sinned I Probably won’t repent So let it all just end
By Mohammed Darasi9 days ago in Poets
Are We Gods in Our Own Right?
Are we gods in our own right? A friend of mind and I have had a discussion on this weird question. If you’re thinking “BLASPHAMY!!” then rest assured, both my friend and I believe in God. This was simply a philosophical exploration on how far we’ve come as human beings.
By Mohammed Darasi16 days ago in Humans
