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Abeer Jul 2023
All I am is adventures of a traveler
Concentrated till saturation, and blind curiosity
Crushes my attention span to a blink
It's too cornered in my clothes, can you lend me your wisdom?
Abeer Jul 2023
Remember the shine of the great Eye always watching
Fire and shadow lurking over the mountains
An army chanting a language so very harsh, it hurts to sound
The break of the dawn where clouds are darken, and dreams are dead
Towards the pass, between the Black Gates
Lies the servent of great old foe
Who is now unlike his master, survived all the lords of the world
To become a lord of his own
One ring to rule them all
One ring to find them
One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the lands of Mordor where shadow lies
Abeer Jul 2023
Crying very quietly, a strange thing
Feels like a dream when Utumno
Was shrieking into oblivion and we thought
"This dream isn't feeling sweet"
I opened a portal
Into darkness
And lost you
Abeer Jul 2023
The shadow of the angel
Impaled in the rain
Quivers like the flower
Bloomed in spring
The stars foaming glitter
Thawed and stark
Imagine the empty sky
Filled with sharks
And now please to sound exit
Where we are cruel and stars are dead
Abeer Jul 2023
Why does it rain
So loud
That I wish the world
Was set on fire
Does it know that I am burning 'round the midnight spirits
Abeer Jul 2023
It screams at no one but me
Like it's screaming into nothing
Ask me where the hell I'm stopping by
IDIOT SLOW DOWN SLOW DOWN!!!!
Abeer Jul 2023
The last thing I want is pushing behind
The Hollywood sign,
empty boulevard
Hazel pamphlet,
gazed roads ending
meadow beside the city
The road filled with empty
A mean frequency of few cars
The smokey fumes rising
above the walnut tree,
Flirting with the dangling branch
The waves touching heaven and everything,
To sleep so low,
It makes me bleed
The fire keeping us warm,
untouched cold within,
Everyone using the wood and oil
Belong to the mighty
Hollow of our creed
Belong to the mother of the father that
Made us be
Belong to the ghost that guards
Beneath sheets or,
Feeling lonely
Belong to yourself for
Believing
Ambition makes you look pretty ugly, please don't care
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