hello poetry
hello poetry became my facebook
i use to wake everyday to check my facebook's new status
but since i found hello poetry
i wake up to check hello poetry new poems
hello poetry, where i meet people,
with the same passion as me, writing.
hello petry, is where i take all my happiness,
all my sadness, and all my creativity.
when i don't have enthusiasm to study for my exam,
i go to hello poetry and somehow i get pumped
when i fell in love, i go to hello poetry
when my heart is broken, i go to hello poetry
when i had a beautiful day, i go to hello poetry
when i had a bad day, i go to hello poetry
the world is a place full of happiness,
sorrow, obstacles and hardships,
i have learned to live and survived it
because i take it out on my writing.

I sit here, alone with my thoughts,
trying to write as the sound of that
infernal colck rises and falls..
And rises again.
That infuriating tick-tick-tick
TOCK!
I visualize a different muse
each time I write, but when
I search for a muse...
TOCK...tick-tick-TOCK!
Back at square one,
trying to remember an idea
I almost had before that clock
scared my muse into hiding again...


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

i am a slave of words, i am a slave of pen
i am a slave of books, my heart was stolen  by the words of my thoughts
and stored in my books and used by the pen which i wake up everyday to find that is using my words and hiding them in my books.

Eyes are at rest, the stars are setting.

Hushed are the stirrings of birds in their nests,

Of monsters in the ocean.



You are the Just who knows no change,

The Balance that can never swerve,

The Eternal which never passes away.



The doors of Kings are bolted now and guarded by soldiers.

Your Door is open to all who call upon You.



My Lord,

Each love is now alone with his beloved.

And I am alone with You.
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- Rabia al Basri

From Perfume of the Desert – Inspirations from Sufi Wisdom

Edited: A. Harvey and E. Hanut