In purple dreams I glide, over sultry evening roads,
Making my way homeward through night's crimson threshold,
Starlit dreams are melting across the ancient seasons,
Sweet scents of royal night, under cloudy, swirling legions,
My mind reflected in galaxies, mesmerized, spellbound,
As the night wind gently flows, with supernatural sound,
In shimmering shades of shadows, in the wild jasmine breeze
Lies a pastoral scene of starlight through mystic swaying trees,
My journey's marked in colors, in passages of love,
I peer up through passing purple, to a presence up above,
Sweet woman of my dreams, gazing down from way up high,
Her lovely face reflected, in windy heights of sky,
Dear Muse, your smile guides me to that home within my heart,
Till the night your sweet love finds me, 'neath evening's starry art.

A divinity's creature a mystical soul

A celestial creation a memory's ghost

A spirit...

Words Of Harfouchism

i used to be
afraid of death
isn't that funny
because now
i like killing myself
i like the feeling of
being torn apart by
other people's opinions
i beg them to tell the truth
even when i know
it's not what i want to hear
tell me
tell me you liked my hair longer
before i cut it short
tell me
tell me i'm too skinny
that i should put on some weight
tell me
tell me you're shocked
tell me i should know these basic things
i want the truth
not a sugar coating
and i don't exactly want it to hurt
but i'm starting to think
it is better than nothing

who was it - walking down the school corridor?

a Spanish teacher?

an honors student?

a football player?

you'll never know; you didn't care.

did it feel good,
mister shooter?
to pull the trigger on

a mother?

a best friend?

a boyfriend?

to take the lives of family and friends and lovers of innocent people?

was seeing those who have hurt you
suffer by your hand
worth a life behind bars?


16 years old

yet you think you have the right to take away life?

if i could put a name
to the feeling of breaking the surface
after being underwater
it would rival euphoria
a phoenix reborn
from the ashes of a past life
taking a breath
of cool winter air
after a lifetime of drowning

in the quiet moments
where i no longer feel
like i am gasping for
every ragged shred of
air in my lungs
and for once feel
whole and untainted
by my own head
i close my eyes and
whisper my thanks into
the frosted air
telling the girl in the mirror
that i am proud of her
and she has done so well

i spend my silent moments
far away from home
on winding mountain roads
and with the wind
whipping through the
open car windows
pulling my hair into wild disarray
around my flushed face
i tighten my hands on the wheel
and as i break the crest
of the mountain
and watch as the setting sun
rises in reverse against
the falling horizon
i feel like i am flying
spreading wings to the western skies
no longer weighed down by waves and sea spray
and as i break the surface
i fill my lungs and say
on a steady exhale:

i am alive