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In the distance I hear them,
Under the silence I see them,
The drums of beating hearts,
Past, present and future,
They thunder over the memories of our ancestors,
They roar through the veins of our young,
They are the drums of truth,
Beating timelessly and in rhythm,
With the stars,
Your universe,
Your very being,
Be the drum,  
Be the loudest drum,
Because I can hear your beat already.
 Apr 2017 Chelsea Brooks
Gidgette
She saw the blood this morning,
as she was making the bed
She sat down in the rocking chair,
and sadly, dropped her head
Remembering what he did last night,
the awful things he said
Shame came creeping over her,
turning her bruised face bright red
All the years they'd been together,
seven, since they'd wed
She had hoped for love and kindness,
but got misery instead
She heard his boot heels on the walk,
her heart sank, filled with dread
The monster hit her too hard that time,
now
she sleeps with Angels, in heavens bed
أمّي، قولي لي أن الحروب تنتهي
قولي لي أنَّ الحرب الأهليّة شارفت على الفناء
قولي لي أنَّ حرب حَلَب مجّرد حُلم
و أنَّ حرب العراق قد تموت
وأنَّ حرب النَّفس لم توجَد
و أنَّ حروب الخلايا ستنتصر على الأمراض الخبيثة
قولي لي، أمي
هل إنتهت حروبك؟
بين إمرأة تريد أن تكون و إمرأة لا تريد أن تكون
بين فنجان القهوة على الفيراندا في صباحٍ صيفي و فنجان آخر ثمين السعر
أمي، فإن قهوتك أثمن
هل إنتهت حروبك مع رجل لاتعرفيه و إمرأة ما عُدت تعرفيها؟
أخبريني بأن حَربي مع تلك المرأة و ذلك الرّجل ستنتهي أيضاً
هل سأنتصر على جميع حروبي؟
،أمي
دعيني أقول لك
،جميع الحروب لا تتوقف
بل هي على تَأهُّبٍ دائم
فحروب العالم أجمع لا زالت تجمع جراحها حتى اليوم

.أمي، سنكون على ما يرام



Mother, tell me wars end
Tell me that the civil war is withering
Tell me that the war in Aleppo is just a dream
And that the war in Iraq might die
That our inner wars never existed
That the war led by cells will take over deadly sicknesses
Tell me, mother,
Did your wars end?
Between a woman that wants to be and another that's tired of being
Between a cup of coffee on the patio on a summer morning and another expensive sip of coffee
Mother, your coffee is the most expensive.
Did your wars end between a man you don't know and a woman you no longer identify?
Tell me that my wars with that same man and that same woman will end as well.
Will I conquer all my wars?
Mother,
Let me tell you,
No war has ever ended,
They have always been on hold
For all the wars of the world are still suffering from their scars.

Mother, we will be just fine.



لين اا -
- LynnAA
7/4/2017
 Apr 2017 Chelsea Brooks
Jawad
When I
Remembered
Your name

When I
Imagined
Your smile

Heart beat...
                   ...Heart beat

When I
Received
A message

Containing
Some of
Your thoughts

                        Bright eyes...    
Bright eyes...

When I saw
Your face
Blushing

From
Something
That I did
Say

                     Hot ears...
                     Hot ears...

When I listened
To your voice

Whispering
Something
So cute

Goose bumps...goose bumps...

When I
Noticed that
Your eyes

Started to
Tear from
My talk

Melt
       Down
                  ....
                  Melt
                           Down...

But since all
Is over
Now

Everything
Feels
So mundane

                      
Silence.

                    Just.

Silence.
Interactions feel so stimulating and emotions so intense when we are in love. The rush disappears after its over, and only silence and a feeling of tiredness remains...
Why do we always get high
When we're feeling low?
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