Poets and writers don't cry
They keep bleeding on paper
But words in my throat sigh
Planning to choke me later

I want to utter billion thoughts
Crammed waiting for my speak
I bleed then erase heavy notes
Blood flood mortifies the weak

I wrestle to grasp my hand
Papers fill the room to brim
And I fill the room with sand
For those who can't swim

∴ Lyna Salman

Mother earth clasp your holly wings
Caress me with your benign leaves
Let me forget all the earthly things
Astray euphoria and sore beveares

I am a strain rain drop faint at dew
Cuddle my slumber heart that died
In your deep womb ****** my blue
It's fair for you the oceans i've cried

Sway me in peaceful eloquence
Lulled by your wind i roll a bead
I am a strain rain drop in turbulence
A child of yours in need for heed

∴ Lyna Salman

I am not the body that will decay
I am not the brain which will fester
I am a Neter reborn in every day
I am the sun crafting a daily easter

I exist in time but belong to eternity
I am the lotus flowing in the river
I am the art adversity in patternity
I am the weather of seasons together

I am not attached i dance outlast
I am a flow of energy on a screen
As war blows or fire blast on cast
I am a screen untouched unseen

∴ Lyna Salman

I weigh myself the number is sixty
Physically fit but actually empty
The battle of everyday is sorrow
The same day others call tomorrow
Thoughts swirl toddling in swell
Drag me into a subconscious hell
Sirens pull my marble feet to bed
My lead cold eyes roll dead intead
Who structured my emotions?
Who stole my exciting oceans?
No feelings my heart is hollow
My mind finds everything shallow
From the time they ***** our peace
My siren head is on a frantic grece

∴ Lyna Salman

Act from your brain not pain
It's a reminder you are alive
Rebirth throught it again
A threshold ****** to strive
Vow to stitch wounds alone
Learn to be your own nurse
Drift with bruises on a bone
As dancing on a purple verse
Make your lovely tender heart
Master the steps of letting go
Instead of being torn apart
No force could resist it's flow
As a boat with waters around
Could not be drown below
Yet if water enters its ground
All his strength would blow

∴ Lyna Salman

My mind is on a spacetime ship
No future, present, or even past
In each motion a quite new skip
A trip of now changing so fast

I dance on this persistent illusion
Towards an inexorable demise
Cubed in a black hole diffusion
Reborn in a new different size

Everything happening is the same
***** bouncing in a Bingo flow
Each ball races in a diverse frame
Let me out to know where did it go

∴ Lyna Salman

Sitting in the corner of his place
Several tears ran down his face
For the minds who don't understand
The knowledge and history in hand
For those who desacralize the truth
In greed to take center of the azimuth
For the ones in Tornata for ceremony
Aiming to transgress the disharmony
For the cold souls wishing to evolve
Aware of spirituality unaware of love
For the faces faking praise in a smile
Yet when needed they vanish agile
For the futile who shelter their hope
And soon their loyalty would stop
The last tear was heavy for humanity
For forgeting vain brothers in charity
An angel was touched from heaven
Counted his tears they were seven

∴ Lyna Salman