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Jul 2019 · 163
برود
LuJane Jul 2019
الحقيقة هي أنني لستُ بالبرودِ الذي أتظاهر به. ألامسَ لهيبُ النارِ قلبكَ قَط؟ أما شعرت بصقيعٍ قبل الإحتراق؟ لقد اتقنت لغة الخِذلان. فلطالما بِتُ بين وميضِ جمرٍ و مازجتُ رماده.
Oct 2018 · 349
Untitled
LuJane Oct 2018
إنني أعبُرُ الجسرَ الذي لطالما خشيت إنهيارَهُ. الجسر الذي أمضيتُ عقدينِ في بناءه. الجسر الذي يؤدي الي عالمي الآمن. ولكنَّ قداماي ترفض الحركة و كأنها تُحَذرني من عبوره. الحقيقة هي انني امضيت عُمراً على جِسْري هذا إلى أن ألِفَتهُ عيناي و إعتادَ عليه جسدي. ربما لم اعد تلك الفتاة اللتي تحلم باللون الوردي، ربما أصبح اللون البنيّ هو أنيسي. و لكنني أرفض الالتفات إلى الوراء، أرفض مواجهة الفتاة الصغيرة اللتي ما زالت تُلوِحُ لي بيديها المكدومة. سأكملُ طريقي. سأكمل طريقي لأجلها. لأجل الفتاة اللتي قد آمنت بقوتنا و اقسمت أن تهزم الأقدار. الفتاة اللتي نسجت عالماً سعيداً بخيوط عمرها و عزمت على إحياءه .
Sep 2018 · 706
Nebula
LuJane Sep 2018
Everytime i closed my eyes i saw a Nebula.
A Purple that defined me

Purple, and You.
I saw rays of violet that hugged the faultless curves of your lips. I saw stars that danced on the tip of your perfectly carved nose. I saw forming planets hiding in the unruly curls of your hair.

Purple, me, and you.
I saw the magenta that danced in your eyes. I saw the mauve i stained your neck with. I saw the lavender I extracted from you.

Purple, and Us.
I saw the gravity of the nebula pulling together the clumps of dust and gas thrown out by the explosion of a dying star. I watched the star nursery and wondered if we are worth the collapse of the interstellar cloud. If We are the protostar.
A nebula is a giant cloud of dust and gas in space formed by the explosion of a dying star, such as a supernova. nebulae are regions where new stars are beginning to form.
Jun 2018 · 279
My heartbeat
LuJane Jun 2018
Theres a fire in my heart that my tears cannot put out

A scream my lungs cannot take and an ache my soul cant bear

So i allow for the rays of sun to shine in my sky. For a shining star cannot be seen without the illumination of the sun.
  
But theres a cold that mocks the borrowed warmth of my soul

A cavity that feeds on the hearts entrusted in mine

A void that augments and devours with every faltering heartbeat.

So i close my eyes and i hope for it to sleep.
For a rested host cannot feed its pests. A barren land cannot nourish a blooming woe.
Jun 2018 · 1.1k
A blank page
LuJane Jun 2018
I play my favorite song and i grab my pen
I wanna empty my chaotic head

Words frisk around words. Thoughts scream to be heard. Memories weep to be replayed. Dreams stir to be noticed.

So many colors to choose from. So many blues, so many reds. Too much black and too much purple. But my page remains as white as snow.

The contradictions are embedded everywhere. I cannot tell where the storm is headed anymore. What is it that im feeling, and what is it that im forcing myself to feel?

I lean back and i let the lopsided waves of my head wash away all the pretty words i had summoned. And once again, i am left with incomplete sentences and empty words.
May 2018 · 270
Ocean
LuJane May 2018
I cry an ocean of woe and anguish
In which my heart sinks

Where it feels all the depths of blue
Where it feels all the waves of you. All the currents of what we tried to be.

It tries to catch glimpses of the sky. The sky with the patches of cotton dreams and silver fantasies.

But the tide is overwhelming. It drags it to the bottom of the worn out promises. Where the seaweed hugs it tightly and refuses to let go. Where the slipperiness of lies and the rotten green of camouflaged thoughts creep into its chambers leaving it heavy and overwhelmed. Full of every thought of you.
May 2018 · 384
A Quasar
LuJane May 2018
She was the most majestic quasar i have seen.
Energy so blinding.

Her luminosity screamed in fuchsia and violet. It sang in voluptuous orbits and blissful patterns.

Her edges blended perfectly in the undiluted space. Her hair tangled everywhere. Rays of pinks that exquisitely embraced rays of sumptuous blues. The lustrous collaboration inviting for more genius beauty.

Her enchanting hair concealed her yet most arresting figure. The black hole. Particles streamed away at the speed of light. People running for familiarity, lovers hurtling to the stable planets. But it is there where the universes collide. Where the large-scale density weaves galaxies of vehemence and splendor. Where everything ends. Where everything starts.
a picture of a quasar can help you feel this better.  
https://goo.gl/images/aJBYmc

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