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Aug 2015 · 729
The Blue Moon
Huda Aug 2015
I take a puff and a peek at the blue moon
paitent, thinking: anytime soon
I take another puff and it finally speaks: "have mercy on yourself, child. Have mercy"
I have no more words to use
I have no more emotions to use
I do have a little bit of what they call hope
Almost nothing more or less
Will it do?
"It may, but it could ruin you"
Aug 2015 · 701
Untitled
Huda Aug 2015
Just because I'm giving you your space doesn't mean it's easy for me to do so, my distractions aren't working anymore I'm dried up while drowning, swallowed all the water and still half alive wishing for the best.
Aug 2015 · 545
Silent Thoughts
Huda Aug 2015
-Could I, should I? I won't, defiantly not.
-I'm missing something, probably missing that one person but no defiantly not.
-I need a cigarette, lots of cigarettes.
-it's too cold, it feels nice.
-Fuckfuckfuck
-I'm not lost, I'm home. You're home. We're home, I think.. We'll reach there.
-Don't try, it's not worth the effort.
-it's not your fault, it mostly is but at least not completely. Please believe that.
-You look crazy, take a sip of something.
-Wasted youth? Blekh
-Do you believe that we have our own scents? Just like flowers, and just like flowers I want a pretty color to be. I think I hate flowers sometimes, only a bit. No I don't hate flowers, I like them more than humans so yeah, no. I like flowers, I love orchids.
-Think, think, think of the happiest things it's the same as having wings. Not quite.
-What you fear is probably what you're going to lose, fear that. Fear less, fearless.
-don't talk, it'll come out as nonsense and just be annoying noise to them.
-don't, don't go there. Oh ****.
Okay.
Jul 2015 · 500
Hidden
Huda Jul 2015
I burn like a wildfire underwater, a fireball drowning to light up what's hidden beneath.
Jul 2015 · 61
Sea Shells
Huda Jul 2015
She floats quietly while her thoughts and secrets drift to hide away each in a different shell depending on how big and small it is

Swimming out she hears whispers, warnings, silent lullabys coming out of the shells

She grabs one and it gives her an answer

She grabs another and it gives her a secret

She starts to collect the shells seeking the unknown, still searching for it

"Please be clear, I need an answer"

But what's your question? We only have answers to your questions, we only give secrets for secrets and by giving us away you shall have something in return, have a wild guess.
Jul 2015 · 1.1k
Night Sky's Advise
Huda Jul 2015
An advise will do, I'll take a glow as a yes.
The night sky sings back to me:
you want an advise from me? I, who decides to go naked every night wearing nothing but the stars as jewelry? Are you sure little darling?
The night sky then breathes heavily and a couple of night clouds appear.
I pay a smile and nod a thank you and walk away with its advise close to my heart.
Jun 2015 · 511
Poor Little Kid
Huda Jun 2015
Kid, be more reckless, fearless.
Kid, tell them all about unspoken secrets and shady ****** up strangers.
Don't be careless, don't be as heartless.
Don't fear the unknown for it will do you nothing but the opposite of the well known.
Don't fall for normal and simple and give away the most precious for it's well shown.
It's what you want most, confess.
It's what you fear most, confess.
It's what you lust and love most, confess.
It's what haunts you, confess.
It's what breaks you and builds up, confess.
Confess, be more reckless, be more fearless.
Jun 2015 · 58
staying on the ground
Huda Jun 2015
Standing up requires too much effort
I grab a hard stick and it helps me up, all I keep thinking about is how this is temporary, because such a stick can't hold me up it'll eventually break, but it doesn't. It breaks me. It broke me. A ******* stick.
I light a couple of candles and turn the music so loud so I wouldn't hear my own thoughts, but it doesn't work. I need to stand up, I try but the weight is too heavy, I try again but something keeps pushing me down. This is not right, why don't I just stay here? it's not so bad, I feel comfortable here, I don't fear falling or failing anymore, and if I stop trying nothing can push me down anymore. I can burry the weight and make a comfortable sleeping place out of it.
I am happy here, here I shall stay.
Jun 2015 · 495
Wrong
Huda Jun 2015
Storms, crashed buildings, burning trees, fading colors, silent screams and losing hope all comes in one shape: quiet tears
In a room filled with people where comfort isn't an option, I try to hold back the storms and burnt trees and everything else but it cheats on me and fires away, yet no one notices.
I feel the broken glass and all the blood and screams from the storms
I burn
I burn
I burn
Everything that once grew with me burns
My favorite color now depresses me somehow
I live for the colorless, there I find it
The tears keep streaming down my face on the loudest form it can ever be, but still no one notices, I am happy no one notices but yet I'd be pleased to let all this disappear and I may need some help
But I lose hope
I have a sip of my tea and smile back
A smile full of anger and hatred
A smile full of disappointment
A hopeless smile
A fading smile
I remember how I once got hit to smile in a family picture, and I smile a real one.
Blue lips, red eyes remembering how I laugh hysterically when I'm depressed or after crying so hard and after losing breaths, and it all makes sense now. It all makes so much sense now.
Jun 2015 · 452
Confusion
Huda Jun 2015
Am I wrong for believing foolishly
My brain cells scream loudly to avoid poisonous thoughts such as you
I light the cigarette between my lips to taste your lips and every memory related to it
I take another puff of a fragment
Hell has never been so tempting
May 2015 · 623
The Sun
Huda May 2015
Climbing the stairs to the sun
As I get closer, the stairs get thinner
Right when I'm about to fall
My dragon appears
"You're safe here"
We fly into the sun
It unexpectedly gets darker
The sun whispers
"You're safe here"
Warmth
Comfort
I slowly burn
I will be safe here
May 2015 · 620
Another letter to the dead
Huda May 2015
Lungs filled with blue smoke, eyes filled with tears, hands trembling, soul filled with fear and worry, if you can see me now, I am sorry for disappointing you, but there is no one to guide me through the right path anymore, and you were wrong, I am not smart enough to walk alone. I am sorry for getting used to all the infinite love, I don't even know what that means anymore, I am ruining myself with my bare hands and you're not here to stop me, please come back and stop me, guide me, teach me more, advise me, love me, talk to me just come back and talk to me, I'll listen, I swear to God I will, I just need to hear your calming voice as a reminder, visit me in my dreams, I started believing in signs now so please give me s ******* sign God ******. I'm sorry, I'm just filled with anger all the time for some reason. I've been looking for you in people, I think the whole family is, your brother is putting so much effort into it it's driving him crazy, your mother misses you and we're all trying to be there for her, she's a mess, mom is being strong about this and I have no idea how she's doing it, your daughters, us we're all ****** up. I think we need you more than ever, send us signs so we'd stop recking ourselves. We miss you and your memory is haunting us. Remember when I told you about how hope can ruin a man? how it's so dangerous and you wouldn't believe me and you thought I was being childish about it like everything else? well look at me now, I'm going crazy hoping endlessly, I hope we'll get to see you in another life, I hope I'll have the chance to make it up to you, I hope I'll get to tell you I love you and hug you all the time and make you a nice cup of tea while sharing all the things you've missed, I hope you'd be smiling and not filled with disappointment, I hope we'll get to talk more about our music, I'm listening to The Beatles while writing this, yes I'm still your Beatles Girl, and I hope to share my poetry with you like you hoped but I never did. I would now, I'll read you each and every one of them, I'll keep no more secrets, I'll carry your love around like a mother carrying her first child for the first time and brag about it and how beautiful it is, I just ******* miss you. You visited me in my dreams, I started crying in the dream and mumbling: "You are my happiest thought and my saddest thought, all at once" over and over again. I've met a lot of people, I know you wouldn't like most of them but there's one person that I'd **** for you to meet, I'm drowning in this person, it's consuming me in every way possible, give me limits. I hope I'll get to tell you all about it. In another life. In another life. In another life. God help me, God may you rest in peace. God, I miss you. I'm sorry for swearing, you used to swear a lot, if you thought no one was listening when you I did, I always did. Okay, I know that doesn't give me the right but I'm taking advantage of you not being around as well, I'm sorry about that too.
Goodbye? I don't believe so. Not just yet.
May 2015 · 560
Waiting to be labeled
Huda May 2015
I'm sitting here in a waiting room somewhere that feels far away from home, mom is sitting right next to me and she's making me nervous as ****. This is not some poem but I'm terrified because I don't know what to expect and its terrifying, but I do believe deep down inside that fear is a really good feeling, fear is probably the best sign you can have. I feel the stars bleeding disappointment,I hear the moon screaming silently for only me to hear, they know I'm crazy but they don't want it to be fixed, I apologize to the moon and stars for I need to make another true friends and it's about time to reveal my farewells, let's hope this doctor fixes me, let's hope I am crazy.
Apr 2015 · 429
Desperation
Apr 2015 · 350
Untitled
Huda Apr 2015
You slowly, carefully add the tiny navy blue feathers one by one after fully believing  I can't grow wings on my own. You hold my hand and tell me all about dark broken promises and promise me one. You hold me like I'm a million hundred worth glass crown that's about to break and place it proudly on your head for people to see. Or, at least that's what I thought. You're a part of me I thought I can't detach, true it was hard and painful when you started detaching me but I still believe that you're a part of me I can't ******* detach. My trust lowers slowly on the only person I fully trusted, but it's all right. It's alright. I look at the mirror and see your words written on my forehead, and I weep. I remember your words, how my secrets disgust you, how you say I disgust you. I close my eyes and ears to hear you hating on me to see you effortlessly break the glass crown with your bare hand and wipe the blood from the glass cuts away, I see you burning down my wings, you know all I thought I had was you, all I thought I loved was you and the only place I thought I fully belonged was where you accept me. I hardly believe my own thoughts anymore. I hardly fully love anyone anymore. I trust everyone but with complete trust that they'll betray it and it feels so good, it feels so good because at least I've learned my lesson this time, or haven't I? I miss you a lot, if you're thinking that I've placed a stranger in your place like you did, you're completely wrong. As I said, again and forever, you're a part of me and you can't just cut a part of your body and live like nothing happened. Or can you? It's either you're proving this fact wrong, or I never was a part of you in the first place. I'm in denial about this, I'll always be. Hopefully not.
Apr 2015 · 459
Nonsense
Huda Apr 2015
Just when storms appear you lose yourself under the pressure of the invisible oceans and scream out every name that ever caused you a heartache
but none can hear it.
Listen carefully to the secret silent conversations, do as they command.
Lose that glimpse of hope
Hold on to what's left of you
Cry out what's left of them
Fold and tuck the memories
Fly and kiss a star, that shall distract the moon
Have a cup of patience
Shower yourself with ignorance
Everything is just a matter of time
Mar 2015 · 497
Standing where I once stood
Huda Mar 2015
That little devil keeps asking me to write out all my feelings towards you, and all I can think of is hate, and hate and a lot of other kinds of.. Well, hate..

Because you promised the poor trees with your sins carved into each and every one of them that you'll cut them off their misery

How about where you promised every starry night a lullaby

Or when you promised me, you

The trees are growing bigger and the stars weep and lose hope

I do not cry for this is what I told you would happen soon

I do not cry for my bones kept reminding me of the conversation they had with your big heart and how it confessed of not being capable of beating for another

I do not cry and I ask the stars to stop weeping and there shall be hope but not in you or another human being for that matter

I do not cry for your skin lied and my skin forgot your scent

I do not cry for hate is growing and I can't stop missing you
I can't stop hating you
But I still love you
I'm accepting this
But I will not accept this

I'm burning down the trees
  
The stars are singing me to sleep

The stars and I share the secret lullaby and we seek nothing more
Mar 2015 · 2.2k
A letter to the dead
Huda Mar 2015
Hello, I know it's way too late but can I call you dad?
  It hits me when someone mentions your name and I feel the need of that rare hug of yours that could bring the dead back to life, ironically..
I miss you terribly, I can hear you laughing at me right while I'm writing you this, you would laugh that laugh of yours when one of your siblings make a really bad joke, or when your mother hints about how cigarettes are bad for you and that you should quit smoking. I'm sorry, I got drifted away, God I miss that awful laugh so much. Back to the point, you would make fun of this and I would hate it and you'd laugh that laugh and I would hate it, you'd keep the letter and I would hate it as much as I hate that you will never read this or laugh that laugh ever again. I miss you. Your memory is dragging me down again, I wish for a single day with you, just one day where I can tell you "I love you" for the first and last time, where I  thank you for making me the person I am. I'm trying my best to be the good girl you've always told me is hiding somewhere inside me, I don't think she's completely there anymore, just one day of brilliant random advises and lousy little talks about anything and everything that doesn't actually matter, just one more kiss upon your brow, just one last back pat or one last smile, one last hug, one last failed attempt to show you that I do love you, I swear to God that I regret nothing more than taking you for granted, nothing more than not showing you how much you mean to me or for realizing it a little bit too late. I hope you're where we pray to be, I hope God is showering you with more of what you've blessed us with, I hope you're happy, I hope you're happy, I hope you are happy. I miss you. I miss you terribly. Sometimes it feels like I don't have the right to say that I miss you out loud since I've never showed that I could when  you were here when everyone else did, so now everyone has the right to grieve for losing you and not being capable of showing it to you anymore, but they don't understand that  never saying or showing what they have can be way more horrible, and they wouldn't give me the chance to tell them that. I don't have the right to say it or to love you any more than they do, because I didn't when you were here, I'm sorry I didn't. I didn't know how to show it, you didn't teach me how to show it, teach me how to show it! Teach me all the things you didn't for thinking I wouldn't listen, I would've! I'm sorry I'm late. I know I'm late. I'm trying not to be late, always trying in everything, for you. I know it's late for that too but it helps with the guilt I guess.
I am emtionlly paralyzed by the thought of losing you forever.
I keep your advises close to my heart, I'll keep the memory of your beautiful mind and your pretty fake smile even closer and I bet these small thoughts are what will  keep me going, I'll be always proud of knowing someone like you. I shall grow on loving you even if it wouldn't do anyone any good, I shall pass the love you gave me to those whom deserve it. And those who don't, it's enough for all.
You will always have the biggest piece of my heart. Don't laugh at this, this is not a joke and it's okay not to laugh about it, I'll be embarrassed anyway, but it's okay. God bless your splendid soul.
Goodbye? Seems ironic as well. Goodbye.
Mar 2015 · 688
One last piece
Huda Mar 2015
I shall write another one
You shall take nonsense as an excuse

I shall seek the stars and the full moon for happiness and unacceptable misery

You shall scream the butterflies out, rip the shivers with your bare soft little hands

You shall write my name on the shore and one wave or another can wipe it off

I shall write your name with the stars on the darkest nights, night clouds will hide them, mornings will miss them, high buildings will hide them with jealousy

And I shall unlove you

I shall reach, breathless and embrace you
Effortlessly erase you
Unlove you
Forget
And you shall help
Mar 2015 · 367
Untitled
Huda Mar 2015
Free yourself
If they free you
They're your freedom
You're stuck
until you no longer want freedom
Feb 2015 · 528
Untitled
Huda Feb 2015
اظهر لك ما أخفيه عن نفسي
تعال لأعزف على اوتارك ألحان التمني
فمعازفي تشتكي شوقا
وسفينتي تريد ان ترسي
عشت ببحرٍ، بعاصفةٍ، بقصرٍ
لكن افكاري تتوقك حينما تمسي  
إليك الرجوع و الانتماء
و أقصى رغبات البقاء
فكل ما دونك هراء
والحنين.. فيني لعينيك ليس له فناء
تشتهي نفسي الصحيح منك و الخطأ
تشتهي نفسي و يكاد ينهيها الظمأ
تشتهي نفسي لكن ما رغبت به بعيد
وليس كل مرغوب يدرك
وليس كل مبتسم سعيد..
Huda Feb 2015
Goofily singing me out of my misery
kissing me out of reality and tucking me in between two night clouds
asking the unnamed dragon with the eyes of glass to take care of me

buried kisses on my forehead to **** what's on the other side
**** what's on the other side

the white winged dragon is setting me on fire
reality is ******* me back in
                                            Help me
                          Sing me out of this for now
Feb 2015 · 403
Untitled
Huda Feb 2015
I stand alone where we first stood
and the place offers me three pills

the first pill will give me the rush, the shivers and the loss of breath, one more warm cup of coffee with a last cigarette, burnt fingers with a puff of cold breeze and three cracked stars that no longer shine

The second pill will make me live through everything again and gives me a chance to ask the unasked questions for the sake of sanity

The third pill offers nothing but making all this go away
there was no good and bad
it was all just a sneak peek of perfection

I cling to my bed, sink your scent in
whisper to myself: "It's just you"

dragging myself into earth
I open the doors of reality to pick between
the burning fire
the darkest cave
and the edge of falling an endless fall

But knowing that by picking any of these doors
I'm accepting to be alone

I take all three pills and pick to stay where I am and go to deep sleep and let my dreams and nightmares choose for me
Huda Feb 2015
I take words for granted
So, I believed your stares when you thought I wasn't looking

The way your words playfully dance their way out of your breathtaking smirk

The way your hands hold my waist..
sometimes scared and very careful of not getting burned
and at times I can feel the tips of your fingers bruise "don't go away" on my back when you hold me right before I leave

I believed your heartbeats against mine

                               I take words for granted
                    Now I take actions for granted as well
Feb 2015 · 560
Frowns
Huda Feb 2015
Frowns caused by:
Not being able to reach the rocks in the bottom of the prettiest ocean to draw you the path that suits your existence

Not being able to show you the orchids you grew beneath my skin, the dead stars that's tucked underneath my eyelids or the half dead butterflies that keep feeding on the shivers down my spine

Stepping on the tips of my toes to grab a handhold of the cloud you named after us, I have a taste of the disappointment

We get high on thoughts we seek

Frowns caused by everything but you

I am the smoke you breath in then out and disappear for you to take another puff

I am the dried tears on your cheeks that's caused by sanity and nonsense

I am the night clouds that cover the moon and stars and everything that's beautiful

I am the seaweed in that ocean of yours

I am
Perhaps
Not what belongs to you
Perhaps
Not yet
Jan 2015 · 409
No more escapes wanted
Huda Jan 2015
I hide behind the trees from people, my own thoughts, reality, and you

the waves sing your name
the stars draw a picture of your cheeks
the trees hand me a crown of magical leaves that forbids such things as you

I'm far away from everything else
my plan almost worked
but I found you sitting and staring at the door that I escape to whenever I turn everything off, you're there and I can't do nor want to do anything about it

I guess what the waves, the stars, the unmagical crown of leaves are trying to make me realize is: perhaps I miss you
Jan 2015 · 393
No confusion yet
Huda Jan 2015
I woke up to find myself wearing the cloak of unscented flowers
I take it off and the cloak disappears
closed eyes wishing for more of you
I open my eyes to find you wearing the cloak
I walk into your room and smell that place they call home
I walk out, and try to walk in again but the door is closed
No confusion yet
as your hands share their talks with mine
as your eyes share your thoughts with mine
I whisper, smiling: The room is on fire
and you wear your cloak, and walk out.
everything disappears
Jan 2015 · 397
Our Short Story
Huda Jan 2015
Part one: mixed signals, shivers down my spine and dancing bunnies in my tummy, singing some sort of lullaby

Part two: your fingers reach for my hand, I hold my breath wondering, if this feels like dancing with storms.. how dangerous would it be if your lips reached for mine?

part three: Exchanging thoughts, we find comfort in the cave our words lead us to, no one has ever been here before

part four: burying my flushed face in my pillow.. I'm frightened.

part five: I think I'm falling, drowning, but since when does suffocating feel this good? I drown deeper, waves dance to our heartbeats

part six: What is happening?

part seven: it hits us that we need to leave everything behind for we don't belong to this place or among these people, we're stuck in a place where walls speak, ceilings disappear when stars appear for them to share their stories for us, tiny rocks keeps reminding that no one will ever find us unless we want to when we shouldn't

We agree on not existing, we're lost, we disappear to not find each other on the same path, waves cheated on us for they want a new song to dance on, our heartbeats wasn't the right one they claimed, I still look for you for suffocating doesn't feel so good now that it's near death, drowning deeper looking for pieces of you finding nothing but signs

signs ask me to stop digging and to look beyond the shore for once

And so I do, to find you flying someone else with the wings you asked me for, I believed the lies the waves tried to drown me with

Give it up now

Fifteen: it's alright, isn't happiness one of the things we tended to seek in each other anyway. It's alright, I'll keep in mind how suffocating felt so good once upon a time. It's alright, I'll learn to grow my own someday.
It's alright, we are alright. Everything is alright. Or is going to be soon..
Jan 2015 · 518
Nonsense
Huda Jan 2015
Humble words, sharp knives, heartless pals, cold drinks, the color blue, huge guns with tiny bullets and flawless art.

It all starts when the blue smoke covering up the place, taking us away, taking over our minds and giving us a moment of appreciation of what's about to happen, what we think is always, always worth it.

Screams that will never be heard, lips that will never be bitten, bodies that  have never and will never be touched properly.

Fast cars can always go crazy on empty roads, groaning and loving the road to make it come alive for at least few minutes, you should be loved like an empty road or walking on water, eating clouds or an icy cold lemonade that playfully goes through your body on a sunny day. But there again fast drivers can take the wrong road and mess everything up.

There can never be a right combination when it comes to you, your words can be like sharp knives or soft flower shower, you like proving yourself wrong but you make sure you do it right, you are my wrong mess, you are mine but others can own you too. You are never right but you always make things right, nonsense. Nonsense. Nonsense.

You wear too many masks, some are bright, some are dark, some scream "love me" and some pushes people away, but I've fully loved you with no masks at all, I've invaded your space, I've witnesses your existence, I've witnessed you, God knows there's nothing like what I have witnessed

Your wonderful mind who I, alone got to understand and admire, the list is endless but I tend to keep it to myself for some unknown reason

At least that's what I remember..

That's all what goes through my mind

Oh, my head?

That's the only place we meet now.

— The End —