The muezzin’s call to prayer rises above the smoke and heavy remains,
and in the silence of the debris, our ancient history still remains.
There is no water for the thirsty earth, our reservoir leaks and drains,
yet in the roots of the ancient olive trees, the scent of soil still remains.
Inshallah, morning brings a different light than the flashes of nightfalls’ reign,
though the skyline is mapped with rubble, our architecture of hope still remains.
We can’t count the stars that flickered cold above barren, broken plains,
even when the shadows lengthen, our memory still remains.
The world watches their screens as the inks of history spill and stain,
but in front of the screen, our beat of sumud still remains.
The blood that courses through the land is singing in our tired veins,
a promise kept within the marrow, our vow of life still remains.
Oh poet, do not ask how we survive this endless campaign,
for when the dust finally settles, our path back home still remains.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 7:31 PM UTC
He still walks past me, acting like nothing happened.
His friends don’t understand why he was such a ****
He used to be so nice, looking over at me and hoping I didn’t notice his glance,
But I did, I fell into his trap.
He made me feel wanted, like someone actually cared about me.
I still count the days from when he apologized the first time.
He said he was sorry, that he truly wouldn’t do it again.
I thought that I could trust him,
I told almost him all the **** that went on in my life.
That didn’t change anything.
But it was my fault,
I loved the attention, I was going to get rid of him.
Like a toy that I was bored of.
I treated him like he was nothing.
Once I tried to cut him out of my life, immediately,
I regretted it, thinking I made one of the worst decisions in my life.
As I was about to turn back on my choice,
he began to call me a **** because I left before he did.
I never felt so betrayed in my life.
Is that how he felt? or did he never actually care?
I told him how I was sorry, and asked him why he stabbed me in the back.
He said he didn’t, which in his language means I wasn’t meant to find out.
He made me feel confused, like I didn’t know anything.
We tried again, starting over like nothing ever happened.
He said it wouldn’t happen again, that he felt horrible for the things he “didn’t do”
We talked for the first three new days.
It was amazing, for the first three new days.
After that it went back to the way it was before.
I ignored it not wanting to make the same mistake I did before.
He started to notice someone else,
Someone shorter, prettier, skinnier.
I tried to lose weight to gain his affection.
I didn’t eat as much as I did.
My plan did work, I got skinnier, maybe too skinny.
But I thought it was what I had to do to keep him.
It didn’t help anything, it just caused me pain.
But I hid it from him, everything, I hid.
But all that did was draw him farther and farther away.
My best friend, slipping out of my reach and I couldn’t do anything about it.
The person I told everything to, leaving me for someone else.
But I understood.
But he just cut me off.
He treated me like a stranger.
I couldn’t handle it anymore.
I tried to talk to him about it. He wouldn’t listen.
He would push me to the side.
Leaving me to wonder what was wrong with me.
All my other friends said not to worry about him,
that he was just another boy coming and going.
But he wasn’t just a boy I liked,
He was my best friend too,
And I lost him in a matter of days.
I would give so much just to get our friendship back.
He wasn’t just my crush, I had to keep telling myself.
My friends didn’t understand that he was more than a ******** guy.
He was just,
so much more,
and even though sometimes he hurt me,
I still love him.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
Even for all the tears I do not cry,
It doesn't mean I'm not grieving
I was aiming for the stars but
I got shot down and fell back to Earth
Get ur head out of the clouds
I could have made it right
The nightingales sing
To awaken dawn
And the girl in the mirror shows no mercy
Was I always like this
Take my heart and lay me to rest
Free me from the chains that hold my mind
They broken, fragile hands blind me by there beauty
But the harsh cold darkness pulls me over
Sleep now, i'll stay awake
In hopes to wake from this bad dream
I thought only of myself
And my heart was torn in 2
And now i hang by a thread
The stars shine so brightly tonight
I hope u can hear me right now
Frozen tears leave icy streaks down my cheeks
The blizzard tears at my thoughts
The eternal drink is now a poison
The ghouls claw down my throat
But sleep now, i'll stay awake
And hear the ravens sing
Once I touched a rose,
It left trails of blood
I bring it to my lips
And ask for forgiveness
Life is a cliff and i'm on the edge
One more step and i fall
Finding the light that shattered my heart
The missing piece
I'm not the answer
Who is?
Sleep now and i’ll stay awake.
All this time
Yet i can't see the truth
I crack the ice
Screaming till my lungs burst
All these nights i sleep alone
Wondering why i am here
Was i put on this Earth by the heavens above
To survive trauma and play for their
Own sick amusement
Am i a toy
Just to entertain
Who am i
I ponder
Yet to no avail
Sleep now and don't trip the wire
To fall into an empty trap
That was once my heart
Don't wake the demons in the corners
Hide your soul
Play the cord of death and it plays a new song
Sleep now and forever stay silent
For silence is the language of the unworthy.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
Sometimes I wake,
In the middle of the night.
And I watch the moon.
I'm barely conscious,
But my mind's already racing.
And then I wake in the morning.
And I understand what you mean,
when you say those foul things.
I ask myself what's wrong with me.
I understand why you hate me.
Because now I hate myself too.
You see me laughing,
But I'm silently screaming.
The harsh words run through my head,
a never ending cycle,
and I can't think about anything else.
You judge without knowing,
tell without seeing first.
You think I'm powerless to you,
little do you know.
But,
the scars beneath
the mask you see,
and the creak in my bones,
hide who I want you to see.
Now you seem to be winning,
so I surrender.
Take your thorns
and drag them along my face.
Set fire to my soul.
Freeze my heart so I'm just like you.
Then leave me drowning.
Let the wind rip out my hair,
and torture me once more.
'Till I fall to my knees sobbing.
Leave me with my heart broken,
like so many before.
I'll sew it back up again,
just so you can rip it out more.
Tell me you love me,
then show me that you don't.
Toy in my heart
and leave me in pieces.
Then you walk away
and don't look back.
May we meet again,
sooner or later
I'll see you when the tides have turned
and then
maybe...
maybe you'll know how it feels
to be the outcast.
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
A perfect day,
Clear skies,
Mild in the shade,
Pleasant warm in the sunlight.
In this community of people,
The usual,
Children shrieking with joy,
But today is not the usual,
A curtain of silence befalls,
This perfect day.
Lulling the children to sleep,
With the soft hushes of the grass,
And the whistling wind.
A harmony of sweet sounds.
Today is different,
Today nature is in-sync with man,
As they both sit in silence.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
Dazzling mounds of white,
Throwing diamonds,
As the rays of the sun,
Hit it.
Blinding you,
From the beauty.
As you watch,
The cascade of falling snow,
Drift onto your shoulders,
Stealing your breath,
Because you are afraid.
To ruin the moment,
All in a day's worth
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
A glistening tear falls
Heavily to the ground
Weighted down
By the sorrows
And
pains of the world
Holding it hostage
Until Mister Sun
Can't
Bear it any longer.
He lets go
returning man's sorrows.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
She sits in the corner and waits
Among the ciaos of family
Just waiting and listening
To the polite gossip running
Through the people
Listening
Because she knows
That is she waits long enough
Someone will take her into mind
And a new friendship will be formed.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
Trembling hands and stuttering words
Every step I take forward
Fear grips a hold of me
Blossoms of red cloud visions
A dragon of fiery
Ready to spout it's crimson flames
But you do not see the full picture
The whole of the painting
The words I hold inside me
Longing to be free
Making my head spin
I'm forever picking up broken pieces of lead
'Till my anger subsides
But for now all I can do is hope
That on day, one day
You will hear my voice
Strong and clear
See my words
Slabs of beautiful paint
On the canvas of literature
One day I hope
That you will see the real me.
'Till my anger subsides
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
I'm Tired, Mother
April 9, 2018
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Poet_Anonymous
Sometimes it gets hard to breathe
Because my chest is filled
With the guilt and
The regret of the
Unwanted pain I've
Caused you.
We get in arguments,
Although not either of us
Try to show
A little empathy
For the other.
I've been a stubborn *****
And unfortuenly
I know that I have.
But as much as it seems
That I don't care
I do.
But I just don't know
How to show you.
You tell me ways
To show
That I care
And I try
I really do
But it seems that every
Time I do try
I ***** up and we
Argue once more.
Mother,
It gets hard,
To follow in your
Footsteps
Because every
footstep of yours
Is a footstep of shadows and agony for me,
With my mind and heart saying
In agreeance
"I don't want this."
It gets hard
Because although I know
You as my role model
As my idol
I also know
That I will never
Be anything more
Than a faint echo
Of the amazing woman you are.
It gets hard
To talk to you
Becasuse as much as I try
You never seem to understand
And you always say
That you've been through it before
But one flaw in that statement is
Dear Mother
Is that you may have been
Through the same struggles as mine
But you've never been through
It as me.
Try as you might,
But you will never be able to comprehend these
Thoughts running a wild in
My head
It gets hard mother
To paste a smile
on my procaine face
when we meet someone new
As they are always
commending how you
And Sister look alike
They rarely ever look at me
And say how
Similar you and I look
It gets hard, Mother
Because when people are
Comparing you and Sister
Or contrasting you and I
I am breaking in the background
And it gets hard to accept that I don't have anyone, anymore
That people can compare me too.
It gets hard, Mother
When I tell people my history
I tell the brave people
Who ask if Stepfather is Father
And when I say no,
Then they ask where Father is
And all I can say is "I don't know."
But the thing that breaks me the most
Is when, after I say that, that they
Look down, with pity on their face
They say their sorry
But I can tell that they aren't
But I dismiss it
making sure I don't show what I really feel
Because in actuality
I am crying inside
I always led pride and stubbornness show
When all I want to do is weep
What I have been holding in for so long.
I know that I am acting vain
That there are people out there
Who have it worse than I
But it gets hard, Mother
To square my shoulders and stand up straight
When I'd much rather roll into a ball
In the hideous corners of an inky black room
I really get tired, Mother,
Of pretending to be someone I'm not
I'm just tired, Mother, I really am.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC