another day, another night
is this how life goes until the fortnight
i wake up everyday with ardent hope
but the situation is just getting... nope
i wanna explore the world
i'm ready for something extraordinarily bold
but why am i being repressed
from Thy liberty blessed
prisoner of experience
never to behold an amusement and a sense
i feel numb, shattered
broken self is scattered
why am i breathing in this generation?
albeit i choose not to be
another day, another night
where dreams are hidden away
soon, we will be
tomorrow's mystery
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 6:06 AM UTC
whistling land breeze at the end of October
Star-spangled banner waves in my corner
ultrasonic blue lights reach me closer
I still think of you even when I'm sober
I stare at my phone and construct a phrase
I create an image of your eyes and face
that's the totality of the beauty ever made!
wish I could unsee it right now, in this barricade.
I burnt peace in my mind with torture
overpowered my waking days with such a creature
I became suppressed by the breach of rupture
killing me softly with every minute of your courtier
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 11:25 PM UTC
the eastern seaboard premieres a show,
spectators from the west are enthused and thrilled.
with the surround sounds of friction and sparks,
I hark and pay attention to the mysterious theater.
a character is full of anger and delusions;
going to and fro on the amphitheater's stage.
as the play closes to its duration, her anger intensifies.
the protagonist transforms into a menace!
a madwoman, but her act is fathomable.
she hopes for everyone to see, to realize -
the continuing abuse of the Mind.
because her act is real suffering.
the show will be seen not just by the west;
this is the first regular performance
it's a story that is never told,
and it was supposed to be not.
but..
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
One ********* stands in the corner of the room.
Whilst the moonlight beams through the French windows,
He is motionless as he waits to endure more pain.
Without suffering and a thumping Pulse,
Can he live?
Although he continuously prays for change,
He thrives and thrives and grows...
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 8:02 AM UTC
my mind doesn't make sense
my body doesn't make sense
my action doesn't make sense
do i still make sense?
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
too dumb and desperate;
lust was running in my nerves.
so the consequence of imprudence:
I became naked,
and then everything’s gone.
stolen.
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 11:04 AM UTC
a song started slow
the midway stirred us though
so hand in hand, we moved around to try
𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑒
had the midway let us to and fro,
yet we ended...
in full sorrow
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 11:18 AM UTC
A massacre inside his brain;
perfect eloquence of pain.
Bowling with cuss and strain,
The entire community remains.
A growling neighbour
and I hear his tears keep on to pour.
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
The devastation again explicits
in the idle Capital Beirut.
Seventy are killed,
Hundreds are bloodied.
Is this a terrorism?
Nobody knows.
All we hope for is justice for all;
and, condolences for those who are deprived.
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC
Glistering, Antares is.
As I commemorate our uncombed fist,
and the bright masterpiece.
Now, these eyes are soaked.
Summer night coats
with nothing but heavy load.
I'll cease because you've stopped.
Soon weightless in a countertop;
our piece is a mere sham perhaps.
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 9:09 AM UTC