I know the fear is all in my head and the dizziness I feel is misleading
I know my heart is pounding does not mean i'm dying
I know the skipped beats are not threatening
I know no one is watching me
I know no one is listening
I know that its not real
I know i'm safe
I know
But
What if its real
What if I am dying
What if i'm having a heart attack
What is the dizziness makes me faint
What if everyone is watching me and noticing
What if everyone can hear the shakiness if my voice
What if my pounding heart in seconds away from stopping
Breathe.
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
It’s strange how a book can recall memories
Memories I try to forget and yet
I go searching for the pain to relive them
Not relieve them like a normal person should
I feel drawn to re LIVE the pain
And when I cry
And my warm tears
I feel running down my face
I think it’s like an acknowledgement
I think it makes my pain real
And as the water pools and trickles from my eyes
It feels real
And not just a numb memory
I had forced it to be
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
I threw myself to the Wolves,
Only to learn the tenderness in their howl
and the loyalty in their blood.
- Isra Al-Thibieh, The Wolves
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 12:02 AM UTC
Maybe you never really loved me
I know that sounds weak
But how could I ever know
Since your existence in my life was bleak?
You were the whisper in my ear
The call out in the night
The possessive arms around me
that just held a bit too tight
A memory is what you are
a flicker to start a fire
Maybe you never really loved me
Maybe all you did was inspire
To write my heart on blank pages
that are swept away with my thoughts
And crash against the shoreline
of dreamless nights only to be fraught
With the fear of losing
when there is nothing to win
Maybe you never really loved me
But at least you knew how to tuck me in
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
Time will flow on,
Through darkness, strife and night,
Through love, day and light.
Through hurt, pain and fears,
Through peace, careness and tears,
There is no stopping the steady years.
To forget and be lost,
To be forgotten and become the lost,
To heal the wounds.
and have wounds healed,
This constant give and take,
Time has no hand in the deal of fate.
A gentle watcher
of a dreamless night
Time, a beautiful illusion
Of those who are human.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
Everything will be
okay in the end
and if
its not okay
then it is not the end
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC
You believe this is a game,
And you may very well be right.
but
If you think you can play it better then me
think again
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
What is heartbreak?
Is it rather literal,
In a sense where you could cry?
Feel shrivelled up,
And die?
Is it the feeling you get
Drowning in regret?
Left with self hatred and loathing
Waiting and hoping
For a hand to reach out
And rid you of that painful doubt
Maybe
However to me,
It is something that can never been seen
By those you love,
For it with bring more trouble then worth
And be the darkest night
And the deepest hurt
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
Let me use my tears
To paint the poetic pain
That I just manage to contain
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
Watching from a distance
But so close to touch
Speaking with a tone of affection
But never dare to love
Hurting since I am outside the your box
But inside your life
And yet
I find the loneliness beautiful
As I will forever find you
My Platonic love
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC