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Sitting on my bed, drowning in my mind,
Thoughts run deep like oceans, wider than the skies behind.
I think about the things that broke me, the ones that made me bleed,
The battles fought inside my chest, the silent, aching need.

I think about the universe, the storms that shaped my way,
The moments that have built this me, who I am today.
I think of fate and wisdom, the lessons carved in pain,
The meaning hiding quietly behind each drop of rain.

I’m drowning in my little world, my chaos, loud and near,
The voices in my head now roar, louder than a lion’s fear.
I think, and think, and think again, with nowhere else to hide,
No ending point, no final stop, just oceans deep inside.
Just a girl who loves writing and expressing emotions through poetry. I originally wrote this poem in Arabic, then thought to myself, 'Maybe I could make it in English.' I have the original copy in Arabic if anyone is interested.
True love ain’t easy, it’s hard, it’s stone-cold tough,
It’s stubborn like the mountains, like edges sharp and rough.
Yet soft and still like quiet clay, it holds you in its hand,
One day it makes you stronger, the next you barely stand.

One day it makes you laugh so loud, the next it makes you cry,
It breaks you down and builds you up, it lifts your spirit high.
But in the end, even the hardest stones will sink and melt away,
Their strength and pride will fade to dust, in soft and quiet clay.

And still, love stays, it stays through pain, through storms you walk on through,
Because it changes how you see the world, it paints your sky more true.
This is love, the real kind, raw, the kind that makes you see,
That even when it hurts so much, it’s where your soul feels free.
Whatever will be, will be
I guess that's what they call certainty
A vague destiny
But where does that leave you and me?
A collective we
We'll have to wait and see
Due too love messing with thé
Predetermined story

©2025
Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
   I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
   And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

’Twas thus, as ancient fables tell,
   Love visited a Grecian maid,
Till she disturbed the sacred spell,
   And woke to find her hopes betrayed.

But gentle sleep shall veil my sight,
   And Psyche’s lamp shall darkling be,
When, in the visions of the night,
   Thou dost renew thy vows to me.

Then come to me in dreams, my love,
   I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
   And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.
A tug of war inside
Cant really pin point the pressure point,
But its at boiling point
But the road map leads to interest and belief
Leading to  askewed aspirations  
Can religion be disregarded for spirituality
Can one enjoy wealth amongst this poverty
Where is the border between self and people
What can be done than what can be said
Revolutionarily   or diplomatically
A healthy mind in a healthy body, so theres none there
Should none of what people say matter
Does when and where really matter if theres a why
Maybe this is just a frustration of pieces not coming together
Maybe i am downplaying me
Is family unconditional or unconditional only applies to family
With tomorrow not promised and the present being the future,
Can i really only live for once
When does the student really become the master if they are unmastered
We lesson from mistakes,
But how can one be sure of correct corrections if every result is unprecedented and cannot be measured
Why is there karma for revenge ,
And no karma for forgiveness
If theres any karma than naturally complete cycle of every season
Detached from politicians and politics,
Yet abiding by the constitution and its policies,
And voting
All this begins when i journey to find my path to my purpose
I still want materialistic at the cost of the planet
Knowing what you waiting for, but not knowing for how long

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