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 May 2019 Muse
typhany
ICARUS
 May 2019 Muse
typhany
sitting
outside
i allow myself
a breath
through the pain

the wind
moving
alive and free
pitter patters
against my face

the sunlight
feels anew
but diluted;
thoughts
clouding beauty

i pull myself
open
asking for warmth
yet, cool breezes
push by

i ache
for a touch
of the sun;
so much,
i’d die for it
written on: 2.18.2019
t. phoenix
 May 2019 Muse
typhany
pillow talk
 May 2019 Muse
typhany
you smothered me
for crying
too loud
written on 2.02.2019 about a previous experience
 May 2019 Muse
typhany
memory
 May 2019 Muse
typhany
it doesn’t exist
because it is
so locked away
so far away
from prying eyes

peeping toms
and nosy nancys
see only a wall;
they never realize...
i’m on the other side

i am safe
in the grey areas
outside of memory
so i, too
see only a wall

i keep myself
stuck, trapped
here,
between memory
and the now

i still feel it
but the memory
isn’t here
why did you tell me
not to forget
written on: 1.27.2019
 May 2017 Muse
typhany
nineteen
 May 2017 Muse
typhany
two broken bones,
a sprained ankle,
an abusive relationship,
depression,
and mania

i am sensual,
and smart
filled with anger
and compassion;
i am so lonely

no happy birthday,
no beautiful love story,
no more good days,
no more happy endings
no hope

a ten day jail sentence
two stays in detox
not enough meetings
too many drugs
and a lust for change

i'm nineteen
and these years
already weigh me down
with all of their force
relentlessly
i feel broken
28 strings hanging from above, teetering and creaking with each of my steps.

The wood below feels as if sand seeps into my skin, making the next heavier, and heavier.

When did the world decide to become so clever?

The marionette is unnamed although the disease is written clearly across the fogged bathroom mirror.

I avert my eyes from the truth as though I could never decipher.

A slap to the face and a fluid ounce of love is all it took,
two floating hands to fix my gaze upon all I could, my own life book.

I suddenly could hear the willows whipping and dripping wet in the rain outside the brook, I was no longer deaf to the pain I caused and took.

The mental games we play are never far from the outsides the lines of our life's coloring book.

Climb to the tallest line of the page with your grappling hook.

It only takes one outside and unbiased look and the keys to the castle are unhooked.
 Feb 2017 Muse
Joshua Dougan
I gave someone an inch, they dragged me for miles.
Called me "*******"; some laughed but no one smiled.
Now I'm suffering like this, this bastardized trial.
Lovers that hit while they kiss its the standard I've reviled
I'm tired. I admit I'm soured to the pit.
But this fire that's within is like the flowers to the kids.
Disclaimer: This is not inspired by my life. This poem just evolved from the first two lines. I love my wife, I love my kids, so this more or less is about the moment when someone opens themselves up to abusive people.
 Feb 2017 Muse
hazem al jaber
Where you gone...






why you left...

why you traveled....

its not easy to live into this world...

not easy to be here while you not...

so hard i am suffering right now...

your absence i can't bear...

can't stand with...

so dark days and nights...

even when i am among all...



sweetheart...

we are in love...

and its not a guess...

its a reality which we lived...

we promised each others...

there is a covenant between our hearts...

its an agreement forever...

no one can repeal it..

we promised on that...

even its carved into our hearts both...



so ,,,

why you traveled...

why you left...

did you really meant it...

i can't bear those nights after you...

long darkest nights,your absence...

long they are ,no life ,no air...

only tears eyes....

weary body and mind...

and so pains into my heart...



sweetheart...

here i am waiting as i promised you...

here waiting to your coming back...

come sweetheart..

take me away from my darkest night...

and hug me so tight...

i am missing you so much...

Hazem Al Jaber ...
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