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Dearest,
Please close your eyes,
And for a while hold your sighs,
Imagine in twenty years
When our happy lives have reached
The limits of unknown frontiers,
Giving the signal for a new pitch,
Would you let me
Look at your face for an hour?
Would you show me
Your amazing smile forever?
Would you give me space
To prove that my heart melts for you,
You would even listen to its pace,
Before your eyes dive in my ocean blue.
And when our dreams have not died,
When love we can still explore
Will you be by my side,
When I'm sixty four?
Inspired by The Beatles' song "When I'm Sixty Four" and by (less known) Michel Berger's song "Seras-tu là?"
<3

I know Someone,
Who lives across the Ocean,
Whose beautiful face
In my memory slowly fades.
But after I hear her voice,
- You might say this is hopeless -
It gives me no other choice,
All night to remain sleepless.
Hey, don't go back to the Blue
My Delightful Pain,
'Cause I can't stop loving You,
Again and Again...


<3
A few drops
Of happiness in life
Build new hopes
And the will for strife.
Here they are
The sunrays
On the altar
Giving shape to
The promises
Of a singing tomorrow.
 Jan 2015 GailForceWinds
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How much do you have to hate life,
to not be scared of death?
- ThePoet


I'd be lying if I said I wasn't
Because I really am afraid
But life has only sharp things
Wonder if death is willing to trade...

Longing
...a splinter
Embedded in the recesses of my core
Nestled deep, this tiny thorn
The source of my disconcerting sore

Need
...a shard
That stabs itself deep
Extract it I will not
Think it's worth the keep

Miss
...a knife
With never a dull blade
Stabs itself right through
Pain that will never fade

Want
...a syringe
Injecting the good and bad
Side effects loom
Driving me quite mad

Love
...a stake
Rammed into my heart
It doubles me over
It rips me apart

Life*
...a spike
Impaling without fail
Siphoning my soul
Through the holes in my mail


These are the few sharp things that I own
The only things I've learnt to savour
I've nurtured them large; now fully grown
Always wondered what death has got to offer...
Line taken off ThePoet's "How?", for Frank Ruland's "I Love Doing Lines!" challenge.

This line left me speechless when I first read it. It boasts of so few words but bears so much weight. It's smart, thought provoking and amazingly deep.
I started toying with it and came up with a response.

I am a big fan of ThePoet. I find that her entries exhibit uncanny wisdom, well laid thoughts and they're incredibly captivating.
Here's to you, ThePoet...
Thank you for the inspiration!
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I have a time zone of my own
I can stay from dusk to dawn
I feel like a dead meadow
I can't sense life,
I can't even moan
© Copyrighted
Abdullah Ayyash
November 11th, 2014
In a silky forest
In a shape of a golden rose
Wandered back and forth
Waved her forgiveness
Blessed me with her mercy
With the gift of her soul
Madam, I have no soul left
My body is just a dust
I'm a graveyard...
I'm an immortal guest
I'm no one if not in her chest
Her treasured smile
Her lovely sight
Her heavenly touch
Her misty lips
Her eternal nest
I'm just a graveyard...
I'm just an immortal guest
© Copyrighted
Abdullah Ayyash
November 28th, 2014
An invitation from a guest in the past
The bed I'm in now won't be the last
Life isn't fair and you know that's true
You were not honest when you got me through
I don't know if I shed my tears or hide
From you or the pain that won't subside
The castle is closed now and not like before
When my heart was the room and my arms were the door
© Copyrighted
Abdullah Ayyash
December 19th, 2014
The sea is becoming rapidly salty
No matter how much skies rain
The waves are strongly agitating
And my ship can no longer sustain

So again and again and again
I want you to look at my vane
I want you to be so much closer
I want you to heal all of my pain
© Copyrighted
Abdullah Ayyash
December 11th, 2014
My little box, tell me the truth
I can't see brightness
I can't hear happiness
I'm torn in little pieces
I'm within fire storm
My little box, don't blame me
When I miss my torturer
When I miss my torture
When I miss my pain
My little box, it's not your fault
It's my fault to love
It's my fault to trust
It's my fault to be hurt
I'm the only one to blame
My little box, show me
The way to my agony
Feed me with your misery
Jail my hopes and dreams
And have me put to sleep
My little box, grant my wishes
To never have a life
To never be happy
To never wish for coming days
And never let her leave you again
© Copyrighted
Abdullah Ayyash
January 9th, 2015
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