listen to the world around you
listen to the silence
the sound of everything
but people
smell all that reminds you of your favorite people
listen to your heart
the outside of your head
include those who suffer silently
and feel your connection
maybe someone's heart had hope today
maybe that's why I'm writing this
no one can feel me except them
maybe God listened
nobody knows how i feel except him
maybe if we weren't living life with a heart of a poet
we wouldn't have tried to let go
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 8:58 PM UTC
i cannot speak well
for my head is spinning with too much thoughts
it got dark
when i stopped thinking about more poems to write.
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 9:47 AM UTC
this is the presence that doesn't
for we can't meet somewhere
cause you're in me all along
this unheard symphony
of our closeness
doesn't set us free
doesn't set us apart
it just sets us where we should be
in each other's hearts
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 9:45 AM UTC
he feels like a dark russian film
his emotions are directed guns
only when he likes to shut me away for two days and a half
he leaves me with a memory of him
like a forked road
first road
is my way to a good old friend i no longer know about
second road
my way through forgetting
a bizarre dream i've had years ago
in between, I found the love
that tore down my innocence
for it wasn't the love
that gave you butterflies
only golden beetles and cockroaches
you would have no chance to cringe
and I couldn't bring myself to hate him
his love was unconditional
or there was no love at all
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC
you walk with me, my friend
hand in hand
away from the amort
delighted at a dulcet sound of a violin
an amateur that coalesces two hearts
come meet me at the empyrean garden
bring your lilt and your ebuillence
seeing the mollusks
smelling the jasmine
a fragrance to a dreamy memory
our eyes happy
my heart too
at the thought of you
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 7:44 AM UTC
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 5:47 PM UTC
تعثرنا اليوم في أنقاض ثورة
سكون مَعقل
أقنعة مهجورة
قصائد على الجدران
و ردد آمال
نحس بأنفاس الخوف والفرار
قالت
هناك الكثير من العنف
حتى بدأنا في البحث عن الملاجئ في الزهور
وهذا الأمل
هو اليرقة التي تلوح في الأفق
لتنبعث من خادِرَتها
الجدران تذكرهم
ونحن أيضاً
نجلس
نستمع للشيخ إمام
يسخر من الحرية لنا
ومن الحرية منا
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC
a friend told me it's sad to touch a dissected frog's heart
i knew a frog didn't have emotions
but it does feel pain
when it moves its limbs to jump out
i know its heart is
a mass of pain and fear
i say it's only terrifying
you'd only be afraid it would swallow you whole
for doing this to it
imagine touching the chambers of your heart
the pumping of your ventricle
swallowing another person
doing this to you
all the pain
all the fear
all your attempts to survive
and your heart so full of the person who was your last hope
i say embrace it
or let it swallow you whole
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC