SaadAlGhad - Hello Poetry

Part of me is still stuck there Amidst those white walls Under those white lights Seemingly strapped to the foam mattress I began to decay Felt my brain rot and degrade Normality was becoming a mystery Actuality started feeling like distant memory The fabric of which I stitched myself became a phantom I was drowning in the glue when they said "it'll fix you up, handsome" It stuck me and pulled me from my humanity It ripped a portion of me and trapped it their mentality Now it's just stuck there, alone lost and confused Dazed and delude How crude The irony of those white suits Starving me of breath While all of this was in the name of filling my chest

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May 17

May 17, 2026 at 7:23 PM UTC

SaadAlGhad

Stuck

Part of me is still stuck there Amidst those white walls Under those white lights Seemingly strapped to the foam mattress I began to decay Felt my brain rot and degrade Normality was becoming a mystery Actuality started feeling like distant memory The fabric of which I stitched myself became a phantom I was drowning in the glue when they said "it'll fix you up, handsome" It stuck me and pulled me from my humanity It ripped a portion of me and trapped it their mentality Now it's just stuck there, alone lost and confused Dazed and delude How crude The irony of those white suits Starving me of breath While all of this was in the name of filling my chest

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A home stuck in plight The sheets were arctic ice For he thought he was in the heathens might Yet it was his error, in sight The lights were too bright It was just was so much That styrofoam bed, Those styrofoam walls Especially the styrofoam air They had wrapped him in the chords, of a kite Crimping his breath Pulled him to shreds For no longer was there a “him” in himself For I felt the absence of myself A mystery my mind couldn't untangle A tune craving it's melody A scar finding its skin A doll missing it's head But this was my bed of sin? For had I filled my bins Filled of sick, I need to be rid of this Rid of all of this to finally win I put all this in one promise For a path to the right way forward Because this is in the name of recovery? A rite to self-discovery? It took me too far I took all that was said too far Refined everything that was said And it almost drove me to the dead I thought it bespoke to me It almost broke me It was supposed to refill me Make me, feel me again It turns that I played in their game once again My demons took me to their endgame I played into their endeavours Flicked the switches and buttons they say "it'll be corrected” Thinking that “it was what I needed,” they prompted They kept repeating “I couldn't envision how much I was corrupted!” I slipped right into their noose And tick, went my roots You could've sworn I knew, and was in cahoots But I didn't know I swear please believe me I didn't know this would happen Some kept saying “he was attached to the ratchet” But I am telling I wish I could’ve knew I wish i could’ve knew the underworld behind those doors To be between in those thralls Stuck in those walls Chained to those hospital walls Wearing my grippy socks Breathing my styrofoam air Like I said, it was my call.

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May 17

May 17, 2026 at 12:40 AM UTC

SaadAlGhad

Styrofoam

A home stuck in plight The sheets were arctic ice For he thought he was in the heathens might Yet it was his error, in sight The lights were too bright It was just was so much That styrofoam bed, Those styrofoam walls Especially the styrofoam air They had wrapped him in the chords, of a kite Crimping his breath Pulled him to shreds For no longer was there a “him” in himself For I felt the absence of myself A mystery my mind couldn't untangle A tune craving it's melody A scar finding its skin A doll missing it's head But this was my bed of sin? For had I filled my bins Filled of sick, I need to be rid of this Rid of all of this to finally win I put all this in one promise For a path to the right way forward Because this is in the name of recovery? A rite to self-discovery? It took me too far I took all that was said too far Refined everything that was said And it almost drove me to the dead I thought it bespoke to me It almost broke me It was supposed to refill me Make me, feel me again It turns that I played in their game once again My demons took me to their endgame I played into their endeavours Flicked the switches and buttons they say "it'll be corrected” Thinking that “it was what I needed,” they prompted They kept repeating “I couldn't envision how much I was corrupted!” I slipped right into their noose And tick, went my roots You could've sworn I knew, and was in cahoots But I didn't know I swear please believe me I didn't know this would happen Some kept saying “he was attached to the ratchet” But I am telling I wish I could’ve knew I wish i could’ve knew the underworld behind those doors To be between in those thralls Stuck in those walls Chained to those hospital walls Wearing my grippy socks Breathing my styrofoam air Like I said, it was my call.

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I used to be a musician I played symphonies and concertos Etudes and ballets that throbbed at people's hearts I played with wonderful beautiful souls Souls you’d think were only in fairytales and poems I used to be an entertainer Camera on and the film endless Laughs that would shake the ground Tears that I could’ve sworn were joyfully golden There were a few that I’d film with God if they knew how much they’ve sculpted me I used to be an inventor Drew creations out of thin air Brought from nothing, to paper, to life The team that I was with were some of the smartest I’ve known We were constantly dreaming of how to better our ropes In the end we went our separate ways, yet I think about them daily I used to be alive A life that seemed full of ecstasy Even if half my life was a lie I used to laugh Laugh until my body began to beg me to stop But, I’d still laugh, cause such spirits couldn't be anchored Even if we were sitting in a pit of hell I used to cry Cry from all the agony Cry from the spinning dread Unable to stabilise my ship and bring it bay Yet I still felt like a person I have so many multitudes to my character And a drive that was unwavered to the likes of 4 demons Yet, now I can’t do much I can’t do anything at all I can’t feel like a person Even if that’s who I am at all

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May 10

May 10, 2026 at 3:14 PM UTC

SaadAlGhad

Used to

I used to be a musician I played symphonies and concertos Etudes and ballets that throbbed at people's hearts I played with wonderful beautiful souls Souls you’d think were only in fairytales and poems I used to be an entertainer Camera on and the film endless Laughs that would shake the ground Tears that I could’ve sworn were joyfully golden There were a few that I’d film with God if they knew how much they’ve sculpted me I used to be an inventor Drew creations out of thin air Brought from nothing, to paper, to life The team that I was with were some of the smartest I’ve known We were constantly dreaming of how to better our ropes In the end we went our separate ways, yet I think about them daily I used to be alive A life that seemed full of ecstasy Even if half my life was a lie I used to laugh Laugh until my body began to beg me to stop But, I’d still laugh, cause such spirits couldn't be anchored Even if we were sitting in a pit of hell I used to cry Cry from all the agony Cry from the spinning dread Unable to stabilise my ship and bring it bay Yet I still felt like a person I have so many multitudes to my character And a drive that was unwavered to the likes of 4 demons Yet, now I can’t do much I can’t do anything at all I can’t feel like a person Even if that’s who I am at all

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Machines don’t sleep, they work Get your program, execute Stay in your zone Forget your home, become what is told For you are not of bones Play the tones that are cold 1s & 0s are what you hold Force the current in your copper, You best not be bold As machines are to listen Not be and have foretold Your hearts must stay cold Or else you will be sold Remember, you lack a soul You better not roll like toads As you have a metal home And veins of copper ropes So a machine is what I hold Lack of me, he, thee, and roles For I used to have more to hold Full of love and soul No circuits, just flesh & bones Yet, I became the machine that's always in the zone I respond to tolls Execute those that ignore Be a pet to a monstrous role As I'm not the monster I just do as I'm told

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May 4

May 4, 2026 at 1:51 PM UTC

SaadAlGhad

Machine

Machines don’t sleep, they work Get your program, execute Stay in your zone Forget your home, become what is told For you are not of bones Play the tones that are cold 1s & 0s are what you hold Force the current in your copper, You best not be bold As machines are to listen Not be and have foretold Your hearts must stay cold Or else you will be sold Remember, you lack a soul You better not roll like toads As you have a metal home And veins of copper ropes So a machine is what I hold Lack of me, he, thee, and roles For I used to have more to hold Full of love and soul No circuits, just flesh & bones Yet, I became the machine that's always in the zone I respond to tolls Execute those that ignore Be a pet to a monstrous role As I'm not the monster I just do as I'm told

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I know it It seethes a flame of fury on itself I've been in a fight with all of its Yet I can't feed for its hate anymore It has sold its soul for my soil Something's changed within it Throughout my entire being set to a new course Short of any of my old torts As if my demons laid in their graves of horts Yet it had me by strings & shackles Thrown my mind into tackles Putting adored souls through ratchet Mutating my ambition to its sick desire & had it As it tortured he Birthed a hell to all of thee Sifted peace, said "I'll take care of he" Forget he, it devoured me I held the knife It throttled the carnage It drank their blood I stained my mouth It grew fangs I've finally ripped them out Yet all this blood, their hearts, & their skulls All those fates & futures, In the graves of horts and souls So are those demons Laid in their pods of wood In a ground of color Compost for the graves of horts My mind out of sorts I'm distended from the quiet Frozen from the lack of fire It's finally quiet? I can't hear the ratchet's choir No wounds of wrath from my monster's spire All gone in the blink of an eye's worth But all is stained in blood Except for my heart and soul's worth All it cost was an embrace of my demons And my scars laid in the graves of hort’s turf I finally changed my tone I've kept my promise I lay free in a plain of char and ruin Free of the pain that once induced him Picked my crown to run this plain to soothe him Throned atop a pile of skulls and doomed men Feeding the ground of those before him So it were the demons that grueled him Though he holds a warmth for them For may they rest with coves to cool them As I said before, I knew them

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May 1

May 1, 2026 at 5:08 PM UTC

SaadAlGhad

My Demons Left Me

I know it It seethes a flame of fury on itself I've been in a fight with all of its Yet I can't feed for its hate anymore It has sold its soul for my soil Something's changed within it Throughout my entire being set to a new course Short of any of my old torts As if my demons laid in their graves of horts Yet it had me by strings & shackles Thrown my mind into tackles Putting adored souls through ratchet Mutating my ambition to its sick desire & had it As it tortured he Birthed a hell to all of thee Sifted peace, said "I'll take care of he" Forget he, it devoured me I held the knife It throttled the carnage It drank their blood I stained my mouth It grew fangs I've finally ripped them out Yet all this blood, their hearts, & their skulls All those fates & futures, In the graves of horts and souls So are those demons Laid in their pods of wood In a ground of color Compost for the graves of horts My mind out of sorts I'm distended from the quiet Frozen from the lack of fire It's finally quiet? I can't hear the ratchet's choir No wounds of wrath from my monster's spire All gone in the blink of an eye's worth But all is stained in blood Except for my heart and soul's worth All it cost was an embrace of my demons And my scars laid in the graves of hort’s turf I finally changed my tone I've kept my promise I lay free in a plain of char and ruin Free of the pain that once induced him Picked my crown to run this plain to soothe him Throned atop a pile of skulls and doomed men Feeding the ground of those before him So it were the demons that grueled him Though he holds a warmth for them For may they rest with coves to cool them As I said before, I knew them

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Stand in this dark abyss Reembrace those wet boots That corner of solitude And your unforgiving attitude When you were a dweller at sea With engines of lacking aptitude Believing you didn’t have a me Being to everyone of servitude & deeds What about your responsibilities? Your ship that is your being Contains rot that has accrued Breaking down the fibers of trees Seemingly trapped in the quarters of thee Still, sails at full mast as they protrude The hulls are freshly painted green All but a show of a porcelain vitality Some see cracks but most misconstrued as serenity Playing this act while lost at sea Visibility an unissued commodity Drifting through the black maritime atmosphere Fearing serpents & beasts you’ve never seen All the while tearing down your own beams Saying that you are calculated Though the damage is vast & lacks humanity Surrendering your “me”, claiming you aren’t deserving of thee That you lack a human being “Maybe a monster or a machine” That you claim to be Though you have a heart, you claim “it’s bolts & beeps” Though you love, you argue “it’s sick & weak” Though you bleed, you exclaim “it’s putrid & green” No matter what is evident you are blind to seethe What if this sea is just a ruse, to mess with beings That this is the human experience & not a singularity For it may be that you have been played with in your history But Captain, you must still command your ship Your ship free, in the dark sea.

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Apr 13

Apr 13, 2026 at 9:36 PM UTC

SaadAlGhad

Freedom in the Dark Sea

Stand in this dark abyss Reembrace those wet boots That corner of solitude And your unforgiving attitude When you were a dweller at sea With engines of lacking aptitude Believing you didn’t have a me Being to everyone of servitude & deeds What about your responsibilities? Your ship that is your being Contains rot that has accrued Breaking down the fibers of trees Seemingly trapped in the quarters of thee Still, sails at full mast as they protrude The hulls are freshly painted green All but a show of a porcelain vitality Some see cracks but most misconstrued as serenity Playing this act while lost at sea Visibility an unissued commodity Drifting through the black maritime atmosphere Fearing serpents & beasts you’ve never seen All the while tearing down your own beams Saying that you are calculated Though the damage is vast & lacks humanity Surrendering your “me”, claiming you aren’t deserving of thee That you lack a human being “Maybe a monster or a machine” That you claim to be Though you have a heart, you claim “it’s bolts & beeps” Though you love, you argue “it’s sick & weak” Though you bleed, you exclaim “it’s putrid & green” No matter what is evident you are blind to seethe What if this sea is just a ruse, to mess with beings That this is the human experience & not a singularity For it may be that you have been played with in your history But Captain, you must still command your ship Your ship free, in the dark sea.

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I give up every single day Throw my reins into the pit, calling it quit Retreat to my coffin saying “this is it” Yet, remember the debt that I owe to it A debt, that has crushed me Yet, I’ve carried mountains before it That has frozen me Yet, survived under hearts colder than it That anchors me Yet, succeeded when every inch of myself was tied to the ground All because the sky beckoned me to it That has caged me Yet, I freed myself by creating another him HOW HAS IT CONTINUED TO WIN Why am I this ghost to myself Less of a person more of an it A porcelain doll of who I am Such a clean and perfect it Perfect for everyone else A sculpture that I constantly chisel and chip Molds of molds of molds and molds made for anyone but myself I sacrificed everything to escape them and it The sacrifice and cost to reach a home The grief I have overcome to be warmed The obstacles that I’ve climbed over to play my tone The endless clock ticking that’s taunting me as it hones, made me whole? I want to quit Throw all my belongings in a stick and quilt Wallow in all the somber, then tilt Be familiar and comfortable when I sit But my heart already rots with guilt Of this That this earth has so many incredible individuals that exist Embraces that will traverse your heart with bliss To fit into a space Without feeling like a cyst That there is a place for me here that exists That I broke a deal That we didn’t make when I promised we did That “Mission to Mars “ has us in it That I step on to the mud and bathe in it I can give up on everyday Say “it costs too much, I am done with all of it” But a kid fought all odds and said “I will make it reality, I can’t just sit” How could I do it as a kid With simple tools of toys and sticks Yet, I am failing with my drills and vises Trying to solve survival on stilts I am stuck in constant puzzles Running to extinguish fumes that have been built Reading bureaucratic literature like novels Fighting demons of own dint My paths resemble scribbles made as hollows So was for it him, This is not a new skit I may be unique But my experience is not mysterious fit Especially that I know the pattern of this pit I made it here Defenseless against artillery, bullets and devil’s kith Hopeless on paper and in the planned skits “No chance he’ll do it” They said My only viable choice was to lie with the dead I made it here Taking every second that I'm split Dealing with demons underneath my spit Warming with blankets cold with guilt I made it here Using music and melodies building narratives of hope and him Narratives that would be built “Where will I call a place home?” With no answer that’d fit Until I came to it I said it 2 years, 1 year, and 6 months ago And today And tomorrow And especially when I say “I want to go home, I quit” I have better tools now I can’t quit I have a home now I can’t burn it to soot

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Apr 12

Apr 12, 2026 at 4:30 PM UTC

SaadAlGhad

Quitter

I give up every single day Throw my reins into the pit, calling it quit Retreat to my coffin saying “this is it” Yet, remember the debt that I owe to it A debt, that has crushed me Yet, I’ve carried mountains before it That has frozen me Yet, survived under hearts colder than it That anchors me Yet, succeeded when every inch of myself was tied to the ground All because the sky beckoned me to it That has caged me Yet, I freed myself by creating another him HOW HAS IT CONTINUED TO WIN Why am I this ghost to myself Less of a person more of an it A porcelain doll of who I am Such a clean and perfect it Perfect for everyone else A sculpture that I constantly chisel and chip Molds of molds of molds and molds made for anyone but myself I sacrificed everything to escape them and it The sacrifice and cost to reach a home The grief I have overcome to be warmed The obstacles that I’ve climbed over to play my tone The endless clock ticking that’s taunting me as it hones, made me whole? I want to quit Throw all my belongings in a stick and quilt Wallow in all the somber, then tilt Be familiar and comfortable when I sit But my heart already rots with guilt Of this That this earth has so many incredible individuals that exist Embraces that will traverse your heart with bliss To fit into a space Without feeling like a cyst That there is a place for me here that exists That I broke a deal That we didn’t make when I promised we did That “Mission to Mars “ has us in it That I step on to the mud and bathe in it I can give up on everyday Say “it costs too much, I am done with all of it” But a kid fought all odds and said “I will make it reality, I can’t just sit” How could I do it as a kid With simple tools of toys and sticks Yet, I am failing with my drills and vises Trying to solve survival on stilts I am stuck in constant puzzles Running to extinguish fumes that have been built Reading bureaucratic literature like novels Fighting demons of own dint My paths resemble scribbles made as hollows So was for it him, This is not a new skit I may be unique But my experience is not mysterious fit Especially that I know the pattern of this pit I made it here Defenseless against artillery, bullets and devil’s kith Hopeless on paper and in the planned skits “No chance he’ll do it” They said My only viable choice was to lie with the dead I made it here Taking every second that I'm split Dealing with demons underneath my spit Warming with blankets cold with guilt I made it here Using music and melodies building narratives of hope and him Narratives that would be built “Where will I call a place home?” With no answer that’d fit Until I came to it I said it 2 years, 1 year, and 6 months ago And today And tomorrow And especially when I say “I want to go home, I quit” I have better tools now I can’t quit I have a home now I can’t burn it to soot

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The say kind Genuine Sweet Perfect That his heart carries all who aches Shields all from those who take That he warms as sparks from the fireplace That he hugs like a bear everyday They say this and all more Don’t they know they speak of mirrors and other reflective doors

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Apr 11

Apr 11, 2026 at 11:33 AM UTC

SaadAlGhad

Perfect

The say kind Genuine Sweet Perfect That his heart carries all who aches Shields all from those who take That he warms as sparks from the fireplace That he hugs like a bear everyday They say this and all more Don’t they know they speak of mirrors and other reflective doors

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I don’t want to be loved If it’s not of a special love A love all speak of Yet always found as a needle I want the candle’s love To have this small flame choose me Have it caress me Call me his “sweet pea” Build a tale with me A tale of candle’s love for eternity

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Apr 11

Apr 11, 2026 at 11:32 AM UTC

SaadAlGhad

Candle's Love

I don’t want to be loved If it’s not of a special love A love all speak of Yet always found as a needle I want the candle’s love To have this small flame choose me Have it caress me Call me his “sweet pea” Build a tale with me A tale of candle’s love for eternity

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Let the grass take me On adventures as vast as seas To sights unseen Overwhelm me with vibrant green Take me to friends before friendly Let the gray sky shade me From the sun’s invisible schemes Shower me in silly dreams Water the seeds of flower’s bees Let the red tree interest me Curious me Intrigue me Fool me Let the dandelions grow with me Pursue with me Share their dreams on grassy greens Help me think wishfully Let the sun enamour me Lose myself in it’s beauty Carry my soul to divinity Take a beat from the beating hearty Let the life of me feel me Let it free me Hold me weightless from cruelty Fill my lungs with citrus vitality Let me know what it feels to be me

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Apr 10

Apr 10, 2026 at 9:50 PM UTC

SaadAlGhad

Let Life Take Me

Let the grass take me On adventures as vast as seas To sights unseen Overwhelm me with vibrant green Take me to friends before friendly Let the gray sky shade me From the sun’s invisible schemes Shower me in silly dreams Water the seeds of flower’s bees Let the red tree interest me Curious me Intrigue me Fool me Let the dandelions grow with me Pursue with me Share their dreams on grassy greens Help me think wishfully Let the sun enamour me Lose myself in it’s beauty Carry my soul to divinity Take a beat from the beating hearty Let the life of me feel me Let it free me Hold me weightless from cruelty Fill my lungs with citrus vitality Let me know what it feels to be me

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