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77 · Jan 2023
Sad bastard
Abeer Jan 2023
Ellie asked for candy and coffee and told me about his new lyric
"They see me smiling,they think it's a frown
Turned upside down"
We laughed it away
77 · Sep 2020
Dulori
Abeer Sep 2020
A fine old village with a family but no answer to a phase
The abuse is the only refinement her endeavors could ever dream
A radical thing about her heart  was doomed with a shadow without a glance
I loved the sense of her feel that I never touched completely
A love that wasn't full of clouds or breeze that I adore
But struggle of the pain crawled to very eye of me
Telling me to never stop loving her
Here I rest, a poet romanticizing a single word she quoted
"No...."(with no desire, dulori)
74 · Sep 2020
Distrust
Abeer Sep 2020
The people chatter about my soul but couldn't see me dead
I had currency without having a single blood drop by my armor
The thickness of my blood was Humorous for very soil where my grave lied
My heart was stuck  by this symphony named  Dulori
But no love I could recall her senses or tongue could  let loose
A woman who made me bled because she thinks I slayed her
72 · Feb 2023
Shake a memory
Abeer Feb 2023
I'm thinking too much
Too much too late
The stars fall from the wedge by the hook of Orion
While everyone's singing 'death to cry'
And Apollo judging from distance
One single tread of silver around us
While the world worships the apathy
We turn incubus and werewolves
And the water turns rogue and dry
The strings of Orpheus' harp loosen
The hungry acolytes consumes us
The dark wins over the silver string
And we use magic and bravery to push hell
But Hades himself pulls us into a cradle for sleep
Then it's morning again
68 · Jan 2023
My trophy
Abeer Jan 2023
I found a secret trophy
Hiding from the herd of men
Secretly floating in some sea
The label just asked "when?"

The trophy was gone and so was the thought
That a puppet could ask for more
The master looked away, to the hounds that were chained
And said "it isn't much you bore"

I saw a dream through the fires
Secretly camping in your eyes
The ventriloquist grew tire
Drew his hands out in quiet

And that was the moment, that our worlds caved in
And you crumble right on my knees
But the timing was wrong, as i crawl to the top
And we missed each other completely

The priest walked in to the bar
Asked "where are the others?"
The bartender said "not that far"
Then some monster killed him and his troubles

Then there was the moonlight, shining on the kitchen aile
Hitting nothing but a lonely knife
The knife melted off, it just couldn't stop
To catch the fiery sun die

I still remember when i told you
I still hold on to that moment
It calls for a blood-rid fortune
And sorry that i couldn't sing

And that's just the lullaby, that just wouldn't die
And the moments before it grew
It took under our castle, the realms of anxious
And whispered "i love you"
Mhmmm and it whispered "i love you"
66 · Sep 2020
Halfway mystery
Abeer Sep 2020
The interior of her heart is tuned with glory
Her spirit lived in the void, screaming in the Halfway mystery
64 · Oct 2020
Hanging symphony
Abeer Oct 2020
I shout to the clouds of the torned-up town,
They said they were hefty so my endeavors drowned.
The town was drunk to a hallucinated sin,
Like a soul on the swing disturbed by his molested scene.

Obnoxiously lamping the soil to bury the truths,
My wretched life shrieked to the hanged forbidden riots,
Their voices were shut and gits were rolled  out,
The hanging symphony of death left no shadow by their houses.
62 · Sep 2020
Immortality
Abeer Sep 2020
"Her hand was cold, and she cried for the sake of her mysterious unusual love"  said people  
The immortality of her blank face wasn't her at all but was
She the young woman who loved her look ignoring the horrors of her past
They had a family with angry strangers and loved ones
But she was killed by an accident without innocence or guilt
The immortal is the thought dear, that doesn't have a face...
51 · Sep 2020
She
Abeer Sep 2020
She
To the voice that alarm my people,
No wonder she bled recalling it,
There is a lust more like an envy roaring for love,  
It is engendered by the echoes in the chamber of her chest.  
To the fires in the forest of memories,  
And the horrors of the forest  dancing and flirting with her soul,
High as the nerve without pulse or false,  drowning in the very soil
The soil so clean as the lines she drew

— The End —