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Budour Al Issaei Nov 2014
What can I be if I am not me
A deadly figure standing
Made of ****** flesh and broken bones
Struck by thoughts and emotions
Lurking and seeking a time to strike
I strive in the moment to release my might
Show the world that I can be me
Without being ruled by authority
I would rather die unique
Than be a copy for a lifetime
Teachers teach us business and science
But not individuality
Not to be unique
But to be the rest of us
Clones by society
Fighting a war of economics and business
Where art and imagery disappear
And leave the world
Being who you are is not accepted
For it could change the world
With what you give it
Written by me and a friend ... Who calls this poem ****
Budour Al Issaei Jun 2014
Imagine me
Waiting at the top of the tower
For you
Waking up with a glimpse of hope
Though my heart is still bleeding  
I sleep everyday with a smile on my face
With a tear in my eye and blade in my soul
Imagine me
At the top of the mountain
Raising my flag
But you never got to see me do it
Cause you never showed up
Keep in mind  .... That if you cut me open
You'll see the feelings that were never discovered
The experience
Never uncovered
Except all the feelings were happy and joyful and misunderstood
And the the experience was adventurous filled with thrill and life
And I am still happy
Even though you never showed up
Instead all you did was show off
Imagine me
Happy as ever, dying with a smile on my face
And you weren't the reason
you were never there
Budour Al Issaei Apr 2014
What can we do with all these faces of boredom

Can't we just shoo them away

What can we do with all these faces of depression?

Can't we just place a smile right on his face?

What is possible in the world today?

What are we accomplishing nowadays

Most people laugh and smile and act as if everything is okay

When really deep inside they are breaking and crying and they really feel like dying

But really .....

What can we do today ?

All people now do is cry ... And cry
And drown in there very own tears

and we don't even try

At least not out best

Well here I am today ... Trying to change your perspective in what you do

And how you do it

Well let me just conclude this


Our world needs this creativity, the creativity we lost by our distracticness and selfishness

Let's get it back let's try ...
Budour Al Issaei Apr 2014
Nobody knows the real me

Nobody knows how many times I've rushed into my room and cried

How manny times I've lost hope

How many times I've been let down

Nobody knows the amount of tears
I've held back

Or how manny times I was really just about to snap but I don't just for the sake of others

Nobody knows the real me
and nobody will unless I do something about it

Nobody realizes that they give me an opportunity to feel free everyday

But I decline it saying "No No I am alright" or maybe "What?! don't worry I am fine"

Nobody knows how much I really need to run through a field of grass with somebody by my side

Somebody that knows

Well that's just too bad

because no body knows that I do want somebody to know.
Budour Al Issaei Apr 2014
He is an elephant of black and white
                              Honored with eyes just too bright
                                     He fights for his people
                       Keeping them as High as a building’s steeple
                            After years of glory he has rested
                      It’s all back to us; we have bean tested
                                      I half white half black
                         People whom are lying on my back
                                 We will finish this war
                                  I open the first door
                        People have caused all this chaos
                            I am tiered from all the loss
                                  Rise the white flag
                            No more bodies to drag
                              We speak to freedom
           What are people doing drinking all that ***?
                We hold the power of a thousand apes
              We need these men to push these breaks
                  I remember the day we cried please
                    As the mountain echo the seas

Written by my brother: bader al Issaei

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