tala - Hello Poetry

Dear Mr Terrorist, If it’s okay for me to call you that, or do you maybe prefer the term suicidal, extremist, perhaps a radical? There’s an abundance of questions overwhelming my mind and since I got this opportunity, who better could I ask than you? So Mr Terrorist, may I ask you, do you remember every little feature drawn onto every little face you have executed? May I ask you, can you reminisce every little guy for who you have decided that they should be snatched out of the lives of their loved ones, to tear them from the hearts of their parents and to divide them from the soil they last saw. The same soil that is crying for a scent of the children, weeping for their footsteps, one last time. Dear Mr Terrorist, may I ask you was it a thought- through strategy or a blind action without studying the possible tragedy? Dear Mr Terrorist, may I ask you was your heart filled with an amount of hate so poisonous that had to be unfold, was it your senseless brain that tricked you into it, or perchance your soul so bitter and cold? Dear Mr Terrorist, may I ask you have you once been a little child, one of these little boys, whose thoughts were clouded only by the worries of the game, or did your childhood mess you up so badly, turning you into the demon you now became Dear Mr Terrorist, may I ask you can you still remember what it meant and felt to be alive too? --- Mr Terrorist, may I ask you did you look at me, before you decided to make me exit this life forever? did you notice me, before you decided to ****** every dream I had? did you observe the way every bone in my body was cheering, the way all of our eyes were smiling at that trophy? Mr Terrorist, may I ask you Today, when you marched into the stadium, when the smell of grass triggered your senses, when little sand grains were felt between your toes, when the sweat was soaking each part of your existing body, and when we shared that very little moment of eye contact, before they would forever close, may I ask you, did you know? Terrorist, did you know? did you know that this very moment that this point of our lives that this exact time these seconds would be our very last? Dear Mr Terrorist, in all truth, I don’t care about the answers you may give me and in all truth, you don’t deserve the words dear or mister thrown at you in all truth, terrorist, I just wonder. I wonder if you can see me, right now, as I am drowned in a sea consisting of my blood only. I wonder if you can see my dear father and my loving mother who are about to hear the most horrific news they ever heard. I wonder if you can see my brother waiting for me, probably wondering where I am by now. I wonder if you can see the moment when they realise what you yourself have created. I wonder if you can see my mother mourning over every little piece left of my body while feeling like the ground beneath her has escaped. I wonder if you can see my father not capable to believe, holding firmly each one of our memories while feeling his heart and soul leave. I wonder if you can see what you have done, by tearing me out of this world, terrorist, and me, out of so many, my soul is just one.

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Jun 21, 2018

Jun 21, 2018 at 6:04 AM UTC

tala

13/04/2016

Dear Mr Terrorist, If it’s okay for me to call you that, or do you maybe prefer the term suicidal, extremist, perhaps a radical? There’s an abundance of questions overwhelming my mind and since I got this opportunity, who better could I ask than you? So Mr Terrorist, may I ask you, do you remember every little feature drawn onto every little face you have executed? May I ask you, can you reminisce every little guy for who you have decided that they should be snatched out of the lives of their loved ones, to tear them from the hearts of their parents and to divide them from the soil they last saw. The same soil that is crying for a scent of the children, weeping for their footsteps, one last time. Dear Mr Terrorist, may I ask you was it a thought- through strategy or a blind action without studying the possible tragedy? Dear Mr Terrorist, may I ask you was your heart filled with an amount of hate so poisonous that had to be unfold, was it your senseless brain that tricked you into it, or perchance your soul so bitter and cold? Dear Mr Terrorist, may I ask you have you once been a little child, one of these little boys, whose thoughts were clouded only by the worries of the game, or did your childhood mess you up so badly, turning you into the demon you now became Dear Mr Terrorist, may I ask you can you still remember what it meant and felt to be alive too? --- Mr Terrorist, may I ask you did you look at me, before you decided to make me exit this life forever? did you notice me, before you decided to ****** every dream I had? did you observe the way every bone in my body was cheering, the way all of our eyes were smiling at that trophy? Mr Terrorist, may I ask you Today, when you marched into the stadium, when the smell of grass triggered your senses, when little sand grains were felt between your toes, when the sweat was soaking each part of your existing body, and when we shared that very little moment of eye contact, before they would forever close, may I ask you, did you know? Terrorist, did you know? did you know that this very moment that this point of our lives that this exact time these seconds would be our very last? Dear Mr Terrorist, in all truth, I don’t care about the answers you may give me and in all truth, you don’t deserve the words dear or mister thrown at you in all truth, terrorist, I just wonder. I wonder if you can see me, right now, as I am drowned in a sea consisting of my blood only. I wonder if you can see my dear father and my loving mother who are about to hear the most horrific news they ever heard. I wonder if you can see my brother waiting for me, probably wondering where I am by now. I wonder if you can see the moment when they realise what you yourself have created. I wonder if you can see my mother mourning over every little piece left of my body while feeling like the ground beneath her has escaped. I wonder if you can see my father not capable to believe, holding firmly each one of our memories while feeling his heart and soul leave. I wonder if you can see what you have done, by tearing me out of this world, terrorist, and me, out of so many, my soul is just one.

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I need some clarification, a little explanation, maybe your interpretation of how one can be feeling just so home along with feeling so awfully deviant. I want, I crave, you see, I need to know how these two very opposites meet their way and come together burning into ever little piece of my deeply puzzled soul.

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Jun 21, 2018

Jun 21, 2018 at 6:00 AM UTC

tala

home II

I need some clarification, a little explanation, maybe your interpretation of how one can be feeling just so home along with feeling so awfully deviant. I want, I crave, you see, I need to know how these two very opposites meet their way and come together burning into ever little piece of my deeply puzzled soul.

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. . 'Can you do me this favour, will you promise me this? I am asking you, just in case...' I think, looking at my mother while she prays. Don't forget my face, when your silver and grey locks are brushed by your tender hand without leaving a visible trace. Don't forget my face, when you reach out to find the roads and peaks your skin has seen, turned into maps that it will someday embrace. Don't forget my face, when your eyes can only meet with cold, white ceilings and yellow lamps for days. Don't forget my face, when you peek outside your window to see only foreign places and strange crowds in haze. Don't forget my face, when your nurturing smile has surrendered to the infinite load of tubes, that soothing smile I praise. Don't forget my face, when the precious past and troubling now cross paths into a bewildering maze. Don't forget my face, when you find the inevitable light of lifes games and maths take place. Don't forget my face, Don't forget my, Don't forget, Don't, Don't forget me. . . . Love, That unfamiliair - "have I seen you before?" - face.

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Feb 1, 2017

Feb 1, 2017 at 4:02 PM UTC

tala

Dear you,

. . 'Can you do me this favour, will you promise me this? I am asking you, just in case...' I think, looking at my mother while she prays. Don't forget my face, when your silver and grey locks are brushed by your tender hand without leaving a visible trace. Don't forget my face, when you reach out to find the roads and peaks your skin has seen, turned into maps that it will someday embrace. Don't forget my face, when your eyes can only meet with cold, white ceilings and yellow lamps for days. Don't forget my face, when you peek outside your window to see only foreign places and strange crowds in haze. Don't forget my face, when your nurturing smile has surrendered to the infinite load of tubes, that soothing smile I praise. Don't forget my face, when the precious past and troubling now cross paths into a bewildering maze. Don't forget my face, when you find the inevitable light of lifes games and maths take place. Don't forget my face, Don't forget my, Don't forget, Don't, Don't forget me. . . . Love, That unfamiliair - "have I seen you before?" - face.

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You with the silky hair and a troubled look in your eyes I see you drifting all alone between the crowds you look at me with surprise I once too Was like you A stranger A stranger, I was a stranger in my own home My eyes close as the sweltering air embraces me and i inhale deeply i inhale deeply my eyes still closed the feeling, it takes me back to memories i never had I open my eyes lost, i'm lost, i'm lost between my own people and the heat of the sun is burning my skin my gaze turns upon the skies oh, these clear blue skies and again i look into your eyes I'm home, I'm home a smile appears on my face i smile and breathe deeply i smile to my people to my people to whom i am just another stranger Yes you! don't flee just yet I am home home is inside me smile, show your teeth like me, you too are home just let yourself breathe

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Oct 20, 2015

Oct 20, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC

tala

Home

You with the silky hair and a troubled look in your eyes I see you drifting all alone between the crowds you look at me with surprise I once too Was like you A stranger A stranger, I was a stranger in my own home My eyes close as the sweltering air embraces me and i inhale deeply i inhale deeply my eyes still closed the feeling, it takes me back to memories i never had I open my eyes lost, i'm lost, i'm lost between my own people and the heat of the sun is burning my skin my gaze turns upon the skies oh, these clear blue skies and again i look into your eyes I'm home, I'm home a smile appears on my face i smile and breathe deeply i smile to my people to my people to whom i am just another stranger Yes you! don't flee just yet I am home home is inside me smile, show your teeth like me, you too are home just let yourself breathe

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There's a pain in my body that is being built It is rushing through my veins this strong feeling of guilt "Shut your eyes" I say to myself, but still there it lies "Look at the stars, look up" I tell myself, but it just won't drop I want to laugh but it's telling me to stop 'Cause how can I enjoy, when I know I least deserve Oh, tell me how can I enjoy, when I feel I don't belong Please, explain to me how can I enjoy, when I see you in pain And I know the reason you are is because I am acting insane t.s.

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Sep 4, 2014

Sep 4, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC

tala

Guilt

There's a pain in my body that is being built It is rushing through my veins this strong feeling of guilt "Shut your eyes" I say to myself, but still there it lies "Look at the stars, look up" I tell myself, but it just won't drop I want to laugh but it's telling me to stop 'Cause how can I enjoy, when I know I least deserve Oh, tell me how can I enjoy, when I feel I don't belong Please, explain to me how can I enjoy, when I see you in pain And I know the reason you are is because I am acting insane t.s.

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i miss you i miss you a lot

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May 12, 2014

May 12, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC

tala

Untitled

i miss you i miss you a lot

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Staring, staring is all she does with a wide eyed- gaze not knowing what to do observing, yet having no clue Trying to figure out trying not to get too caught up in all of this trying to figure it all out A missing part, a big hole right in the middle of her heart Perhaps you could help her to figure it all out But I am afraid There's no chance of you together to be found. t.s.

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Nov 25, 2013

Nov 25, 2013 at 12:23 PM UTC

tala

staring

Staring, staring is all she does with a wide eyed- gaze not knowing what to do observing, yet having no clue Trying to figure out trying not to get too caught up in all of this trying to figure it all out A missing part, a big hole right in the middle of her heart Perhaps you could help her to figure it all out But I am afraid There's no chance of you together to be found. t.s.

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As my eyes slowly get closed, the water starts do drown into my lungs, the world shuts down. I feel the light slowly vanishing, as gravity pulls me down. I'm sinking, descending to the bottom, the world is shrinking. Tremendous thoughts, urge to my brain. And slowly, the sand starts hugging my skin and everything is turning plain. But then I look around, there's no ocean to be seen. So please tell me, where have i all this time been because, still my head is under water and of you, there's no sign I am sinking but I am breathing perfectly fine. t.s.

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Oct 31, 2013

Oct 31, 2013 at 8:40 AM UTC

tala

Sinking

As my eyes slowly get closed, the water starts do drown into my lungs, the world shuts down. I feel the light slowly vanishing, as gravity pulls me down. I'm sinking, descending to the bottom, the world is shrinking. Tremendous thoughts, urge to my brain. And slowly, the sand starts hugging my skin and everything is turning plain. But then I look around, there's no ocean to be seen. So please tell me, where have i all this time been because, still my head is under water and of you, there's no sign I am sinking but I am breathing perfectly fine. t.s.

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