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 Aug 11 Sirad
is wondering how the world works
does not know what to do
is abandoned in the universe full of meaninglessness
blames herself
is beautiful
A beautiful, frightened mess
is desperately searching for love and a purpose in life
we are all in this together. I don't know what I am saying though
 Aug 6 Sirad
My Summer
 Aug 6 Sirad
Coz you are my summer
Like a full bloom flower
With you it’s always sweeter
You, I’ll fall forever.
April 07, 2014 – 11:56AM
 Aug 2 Sirad
 Aug 2 Sirad
Swords hiss, armor clinks.
slash- scream- in- ache- out- red- peace.
Cannons roar, sky blurs.

a caged flesh flutters
-corpses pile up at my throat-
I won't say a word.
No need speaking, I need breath.
 Aug 2 Sirad
Am I justified for my suffering
When I live with people
Who have suffered through more
They have greater pain than me
They know the true definition of pain
Of lonely
Of heartbreak
Of disappointment
Of depression
My pain is nothing compared to theirs
Am I justified for my so called suffering
....You don’t know pain like they do....
 Aug 1 Sirad
Sk Abdul Aziz
A setback is never the end of the world...rather it is an opportunity to make a spectacular comeback.
I’m beat
The heat
But Can’t complain
Beats the rain
Feeling drained
I’m zapped
I need ice
That would be nice
And To chill
Literally at will
But that sun is hot
The air is steamy warm
Just like in Mexico
When we used to go!
But at least there
They had storms
ThT clear the air!
So I’ll jump in the jacuzzi
When I’m not feeling so woozy!
Living in beautiful Palestine today

As our children can't play

Hiding away in my bedroom

Today watching my children cry

Every day so much wars in

Beautiful Palestine falling apart

Bombing killing children every day

Our happiness taken away

No more educated today

I'm so sad every day

Watching my children crying every day

My heart weeps for the suffering

But Palestine I'll promise you

I'll love and pray for

Every Palestinian suffering every day..
Palestine ❤️
 Jul 20 Sirad
Achlys Nyx
 Jul 20 Sirad
Achlys Nyx
To my 20 years old self

              Hope you still alive.

                    From your 17 years old self
 Jul 20 Sirad
do you ever just wonder
and ponder on death?

do you ever look to the sky
and envision your last good bye?

do you ever just look to depths above
and picture the end of love?

do you ever flirt with ideas
and wish the truth existed in tiers?

i wonder where my body resides when i die
will it be up in that same alleged heavenly sky?
or will i be ash particles
or will i be washed away at sea
or will i be surrounded by soil

regardless of wherever i lay
the real question is
whether above, in ashes, in the ground or at sea
will i be at peace?
will i finally be free to be me?
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