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O steadfast ones in the heart of the battle,
Bow to the goddesses of beauty and to the kingdom,
Kingdoms of charm and beauties of the north,
Women of the frost and the treacherous sea,
Sultans of the south and the narrow paths,
Women of the sands and the enchanting beauty,
And the sacred lands in the crowded earth,
And the worshipers of normalization
with the foxes of the herd,
Occupiers of the lands and binders of hands,
Hands preventing ******,
Hands addicted to ******,
****** of the right of land ownership,
And the right of protecting honor,
The right of the land of peace,
Against the sellers of illusions,
And lovers of bedtime stories,
Stories of Kalila and Dimna,
And the piled-up books,
The sacred holy books,
And the stained treaties
with the blood of the innocent,
And the fabrication of news,
the forging of testimonies,
And the internal incidents,
And despair,
And despair,
And despair,
And the betrayal of humanity..
Ahmed Elsherbini Jul 2022
It doesn't care
If I tried to draw circles
Planning hard about the whole thing flare
I don't still care about the surroundings
No effort will I give, everything from today
I'll spare, for myself to myself
High ego, narcissism but no despair

Words are low, act is fact
Sadness and happiness were hoaxes
I put the points, I lead no follow
I make sorrows no sorrow
I hug the solitary selfiness,
they hug the lonely shallows
May be sometimes warmth pillows
I'm an aware animal,
between the naiv puppets
A gap between cheetahs and rabbits
I'm a god, they are barely humans..

Can't you see,
the greatness shining out of me
Can't you see,
how can I bear the darkness to the rise
even the night couldn't compete
A bad mood writing after being broken hearted in a toxic experience that led to a feeling of defeat, so an ego mechanism works to rebuild a self-trust to move on.
Ahmed Elsherbini Jul 2022
You who escaped from the grip of the darkness
In an atmosphere of openness,
sadness and loneliness
In freedom and joy
In desired solitude
and the psychological status required,
The amateur dreams,
the footsteps of the sinners
And the sweetness of the sin
Which clearly disbelieve the interpretations,
The Meaning and Location
and repeat the hymns
to the world of matter
And sweet touches,
wild instinct and sharp kisses
Serious fantasies
Habituation and Normalisation
Migration and Justification
And then back to no return
Reviewing and thinking
And return..
And back from the bitter situation
                  
Fugitive you won again
With a heart you put in the left hand
After losing your right hand
Because of your much cunning,
fleeing and hate
or rather..
From a lot of fear and abuse
From the abundance of guilt and procrastination
Dumbness, selfishness, and sluggishness

You are a winner despite your loss
You are a survivor despite your misfortune
You rise and go to your abode
To the sight of your eye..
Win your left and fist
And make your past less miserable
Make it your burner and ember
and burn the leaves
To write with on white papers
words and phrases
You announce the new situation
seek the newborn heart
Only a tender heart,
A strong and stubborn heart..
An orthodox correction within the inner soul.
Ahmed Elsherbini Jul 2022
Between thorns and longing
The clouds fall from the clouds of sorrow.
So the memories are broken with them.
The silence that cut off my tongue.
And I was forced to shut up.
In the world of noise and bright lights
That's formed in the sad mind.
The dark, the painful sadness.
And the darkness and the mean longing
Which drives me to hate,
and miserable moods.
And the excessive selfishness,
and its inferiority.

Those passions that stab me,
in the mind before the heart.
And my prisoner's body is strained,
between the numerator and the arrest.
My pulse warns me,
and my flashes are bouncing.
And instead of it, my passion is inflamed.
Every time you pass through,
the thorns of abandonment.
I blame myself for what,
I didn't have in my hands.
From a sincere, virginal love I gave,
And a cruel, brutal wound I got.
Because of my innocence,
I planted it with my naivety.
And I made up for everything,
that wasn't in my transplant.

Now I'm writing in my cold room.
In its narrow, distant corner.
That narrows my breath every time I shed.
Every breath I take out,
and every tear I erase my memory with
Or cover it with another one.
And lie on my back.

On a padded bed and a soft cloth
But my back still hurts from my hard load.
My vertebrae are still exhausted by needing.
And it's with unfortunate compressed
by boredom, screaming and anger.

Why am I tortured?
And she's enjoying with her little choice
Why am I in pain?
Doesn't she have a heart,
or a heart like mine?
Isn't there justice and god?
Or is it chaos and corruption?

I almost realize the bad things in the world.
When I faced what I was hiding behind,
of love, kindness and tenderness
It's like I was in pinky dreams.
And imaginary convictions.
Peace, love and respect..

But the embers in my heart,
have demolished the walls.
And what was ******* is now set free
It intends to ignite and fight,
It seeks disarrangement and revenge.,
But from whom?
But from whom..
A journey of self talking.
Ahmed Elsherbini Sep 2020
Adoring a girl, fighting a virus
I love and fight both nonsynchronous
I am a mere lover in a quarentine
Long distant misery, that's what I mean

Time passes, I misses
Playing cards, smoking cigarettes
Writing all the day, dreaming all the night
My heart is beating, my brain is still in a fight

For your loving in a condition of a loneliness
In my boring silent bedroom, where darkness
A poor heart yearning and love sickness
That's a love in a quarentine


I'm in love isolated in my quarantine
Drawing with words, catching scene
Looking to your photo, reading your posts
I'm in a deep love issue, I have never seen

I'm writing to you honey with my bored tears
How cruel the world to put us apart
You know how I'm living, y'know how we feel
Still hoping honey, all of this is temporary
And my love for you is real..
Ahmed Elsherbini Jan 2018
I wasn't related to you,
Finally with sorrow, I admit
My heart is broken, my hope is taken
Your love made me sick.. Ohhh Sobbing
Your lies left me wrecked..

Once I believe in my heart, my heart has gone away
Away to the life of crying and grief
To be easily picked and stolen by any cunning theif
He was deceived by everyone..
He is depressed, broken and saddened
Once I believed in my heart..

They said "no problem to lose your love"
I know, but my heart is still addicting it
They said "you will come over your sorrow"
But I see without love no tomorrow
"Don't be depressed, you'll find someone better"
I found in love somethings so much more bitter..

I wasn't related to you,
Finally with sorrow, I admit
My heart is broken, my hope is taken
Your love made me sick.. Ohhh Sobbing
Your lies left me wrecked..
That's dramatic monologue of brokenhearted female.
Ahmed Elsherbini Dec 2017
My lovely girl wakes at eight
She eats breakfast and get dressed
Her dress makes her put on weight
She sings, dances and meets kate
While I'm watching with some mate
Oh I'm crushing and loving you!

She works at a nursery
I'm going to her door
Knocking and touching within her soul
Love her personality, body and her all
To leave her or forget, it's something so fool
Her is such a baby and my heart as a cuddlery
At afternoon she rests in the home
Taking shower and relaxing in the bathtub
With soap and foam
I'm still watching though
Oh I'm crushing and loving you!

At the night she drives to the club
Always smile and saying What's up!
She is so cuddly when she to home returns
Across the darkness of streets, she shines
To the home she owns..

She sleeps at nine
When my heart is not mine
She steals it before she sleeps
And return it when the alarm says "beeb!"

Oh I'm crushing and loving you
And waiting for tomorrow to watch you
I love you, I love you, I love you
Oh I'm crushing and loving you
A lover addresses his crush describing hid day crushing on her in comedy monologue..
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