Oh-de-la-ly

Lifes like a cart return,
Filled with Cheshire cats,
Bad luck,
You broke your mothers mirror,

Drink from a cup that has been spilled,
He said his life is tipped over,
He gladly went home,

Loves no place for me,
Save your sermon,
It's not sunday yet,

I've got plenty of time to regret,
Future mistakes,
You will never
Deserve,
P
O
    E
        T
            R
                Y
Generally you will,
I only have words,
To fill swimming pools,
So we can drown once again.

Id be lying if I said I wasn't bitter.

I want to be , but ...                                                                                                  I can do a lot of things , but ...                                                                                 I would like to go forward , but ...                                                                           I am sure , but ...                                                                                                       I have a lot of buts , so                                                                                             That's the way with me ...                                                                                        They are my buts and                                                                                             Not me ...                                                                                                                  I am so sorry for all those buts                                                                               Simply because I can not get ride of them ...

Since killed them the Diclofenac
vultures never came back
riverside carcasses in the sun dry
with not one long wing to swoop from the sky.

But vultures around me still abound
preying on the living thriving all around.

Cry until your head aches worse than your freaking heart aches, that's my mantra.

It's exhausting being us. Half-lidded
eyes that reflect the darkness
between stars, impedimented acceptance
of where you are in life. Our adventures
are painful pursuits to locate
authenticity in a filtered world that
seems ugly every other day.

We move through life like a slow exhale
of smoke, hurt gathering inside our chests
lasting for months and years. This bitterness,
it burns. But we don't stop because
watching ourselves bleed is just another form
of living.

Life can be so full that it almost
bursts, or it can be depleted as a
vacuum ******* your epiphanies and
inspiration out of your body until
you explode in
self-doubt. You and I, we don't have
time for false apologies
at the rate of our inconsequential
breathing. We are not red-flags
in our own eyes, we are just
impatient for self love
to finally have a meaning.

اوعك تسلم رئبتك                                                                                                             لمين ما كان يكون                                                                                                             لأنو اللي بيسلم رئبتو                                                                                                         لمين من كان                                                                                                                  بيروح بشربة مي ...                                                                                                       في كتير ناس                                                                                                                 بيسلموا رئباتون                                                                                                             متل الخواريف                                                                                                               و بيروحوا بشربة مي ...                                                                                                       اوعك تسلم رئبتك                                                                                                                      لمين من كان يكون                                                                                                       لأنو هاي رئبتك                                                                                                          و ما رئبة غيرك ....                                                                                                    ___________________­

When any ugly war breaks out , then                                                                    A lot of pretty innocent people                                                                                Will be lost as an ugly outcome ...                                                                         Wars' traders don't care                                                                                           About human lives                                                                                                  Simply because they are greedy and                                                                     Coward at the same time ...                                                                                     A lot of graves are dug for those                                                                             Get perished anytime ...                                                                                             Peace is The pretty alternative to any ugly war ...                                                          Ugly wars go on endlessly ...                                                                               _____________________

You
        may
               be
                    in
                       my
                             dreams,
                                          but
                                                you
                                                      are
                                                            not
                                                                  of
                                                                      them.