I'm mad.

I'm mad I can't express myself without the fear of being judged to the point of a breakdown.

I'm mad I can't be with you and your whole existence I call perfection without being looked down upon and shamed.

I'm mad that 'us' will never exist.

I'm just mad...

Repeat that

Find your twisted comfort

But it grows
Strength is waning

Yes, Hope
Yes, Grace
Yes, Forgiveness

Of the greatest magnitude.

But there is a point
Where certain concessions must be made

Infection can progress
In the eye of your mind
To the sharpest edge of choice

Die, or to be saved become blind

I saw myself in the edge of destruction
As where my heart stood
The pain in its eyes grew
As I watch it crawling to the edge

I grab its vein as i felt the blood
Rushing out of itself
It struggles to leap
As i struggle to stay

It screamed at me
Screaming everyone who had killed me
The past who had haunt me
The could have beens that never cAme to be

I lit a cigarette for it to overcome the pain
The smoke that it'll inhale
No one killed it
But me

We don't write the way adults do.
Not in limericks,
perfect lines,
perfect rhymes.
We don't sign our names
but let our initials be our recognition.
We don't write about all the lovely things.
We write with raw emotion.
Translating our sorrows into syllables,
putting our pain on paper,
hardships and hopes of death.
The limits of our society
we see through fresh eyes
that have endured tribulations
far too young.
perfection isn't our aim so
we don't let the rules confine us
because our poetry is free.
//P.T.

It's your voice that I woke up to,
drunken and low,
like a purr of the engine.

You tell me about this girl,
I've never heard you describe anyone like her before,
Nor have I heard you drunk.

She's the answer to your riddles,
the aches in your melody,
the voice you hear in your dreams.

You never told me her name,
And I'd be lying if I didn't say,
**I wanted her to be me.

اظهر لك ما أخفيه عن نفسي
تعال لأعزف على اوتارك ألحان التمني
فمعازفي تشتكي شوقا
وسفينتي تريد ان ترسي
عشت ببحرٍ، بعاصفةٍ، بقصرٍ
لكن افكاري تتوقك حينما تمسي  
إليك الرجوع و الانتماء
و أقصى رغبات البقاء
فكل ما دونك هراء
والحنين.. فيني لعينيك ليس له فناء
تشتهي نفسي الصحيح منك و الخطأ
تشتهي نفسي و يكاد ينهيها الظمأ
تشتهي نفسي لكن ما رغبت به بعيد
وليس كل مرغوب يدرك
وليس كل مبتسم سعيد..