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Dec 2021 · 898
vox
Ghenwa Dec 2021
vox
It is in the midst of insecurity
weakness and pain
that I found my voice
resonant, loud
not lurking in the shadows
It is in the darkest of times that my creative soul emerged
embraced me in its warmth
and gave me a sign
a forever reminder
that I can carry a world with words
that my hands were made to create
a forever reminder
that insecurity will not eat me up
it will not consume me
it will not overpower me
my power lays in words, needle and thread
most importantly
my power lays in a burning passion for what i do
a burning passion that will not dim nor fade away into the uncertainty of insecurity
Oct 2021 · 246
warp and weft
Ghenwa Oct 2021
my world has spun around you as its orbit for way too long
i choose to distance myself day after day for my own sanity
as you have woven so many parts of me and it became way too hard to untangle
so i choose to leave them messy
a reminder of the love that turned into self damage
i’ll weave them together slowly and with time
thread by thread
weft and warp
it will not look the same as it has once before

i choose to distance myself from this love,
to heal from the pain it has cost me

as the world stops to spin and revolve around you
i find, slowly, happiness i’ve missed
i know there was happiness and that there will be more of it
as my heart gets woven back again into the pieces i thought i had lost
Oct 2021 · 142
to love again
Ghenwa Oct 2021
i’d bend over backwards for you
still
after all this time
you may ask me why
and i have no answer for that
absolutely none

i’ll try to explain it to you the best way i can
maybe it’s because everything you made me feel
was not replicated in any way

maybe it’s because every time i think of your smile my brain stops working for a while and my heart acts up

maybe it’s all the affection that i never felt worthy of that you graced me with

maybe, for the first time in my life i felt secure in your arms
you had me
i had you

i thought it would be forever
turns out
forever was only forever on my side
forever faded for you and there’s no blame thrown at you in any way
because people have every right to leave
change
and feel their feelings change
but mine haven’t
and i hope they do
i look at you with fondness and the greatest affection
but i hope it turns into moving on, trying to find love again
any way i can
Oct 2021 · 121
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Ghenwa Oct 2021
the ones i love most, scattered around the world.
London, Paris, Dubai, Montreal etc.

the ones left here go through waves of anger and sadness.
their loved ones are scattered around the world.
and they’re looking to join them.

and everybody asks me when my turn is coming, assuming that i’m joking when i say i’m not leaving.

but there’s a simple answer,
i love it here.
it’s my home.
i can’t be think of myself being anywhere else in the world right now.
Sep 2019 · 135
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Ghenwa Sep 2019
and then,
there was missing you
between the drunken times
and the fake smiles
i found myself thinking
of the way way you used to hold my hand
the way you used to hold me
the way you enjoyed being around my friends
sometimes, on nights like these
i miss the way things were
on nights like these
reality hits
hard
and the weight of the world falls on my shoulders
it’s a good reminder to be around people you love
people you care about
some people you cherish
some people who feel the same about you
Apr 2019 · 1.3k
8- dedication
Ghenwa Apr 2019
hard work makes a woman strong
hard work and dedication go hand in hand

Dedication is loyalty to something great
Something greater than yourself
Some greater passion you build up inside

Dedication is sweat and tears
Sleepless nights scarred fingers

Dedication is the light at the end of the tunnel
Dedication is the feeling of accomplishment
The happiness of having accomplished something great
Ghenwa Apr 2019
This time, another heartbreak
not my first, certainly not my last
I decided to let go of the man who let me go
I have learned time after time, you cannot force anyone to love you

I have tried many times, and failed endlessly.

Love is not something you control
You wish you could but if the feelings fade away
They are not going to spark up again

Do not get your hopes up, the spark will not be present
The spark has faded
It is no longer a burning flames
But ashes to dust
Apr 2019 · 267
6-STRENGTH
Ghenwa Apr 2019
STRENGTH WILL FIND YOU SOONER THAN YOU EVER THOUGHT IT WOULD


With the love
I am overwhelmed
For the support
I am eternally grateful
Apr 2019 · 151
5- day 2 and mama
Ghenwa Apr 2019
Second day
A hazy day
The thought crosses my mind
Then stops
Comes and goes in flashes
A few tears crept their way to my eyes
But the day passed

Mama held me close that night
As I wept and she caressed my hair
She let me cry
She didn’t say a word
She was there
The way she always is
Thank you mama
Apr 2019 · 151
4- The Day After
Ghenwa Apr 2019
That night, I could not get any sleep
I think he slept like a baby

That day my tears carved a hole under my eyes
I looked the way I felt
trying to go on with a day I didn’t want to be living

He took his jacket and my heart with him.
I tried to get my mind off it

Everyone told me to surround myself with people I loved
That day, there was nothing I wanted more than to have him next to me
That day I didn’t believe it would be better
That day I did not believe that anyone loved me

Watery eyes, blurred vision
I didn’t want anything
Food felt like an obligation
That day I did not have to fake a smile
I wasn’t expected to

I was held close by the people I love and the ones who love me
I realize that today
Apr 2019 · 156
3- In his car
Ghenwa Apr 2019
I wanted to go for a drive
Something familiar to us
Something we shared for a year and half
Laughter, sing alongs
and all kinds of stories

I though maybe in that moment I could change his mind
show him who we are, or at least a part of us
Something that reminds us of our good days

What was I thinking?
I couldn’t tell you.
We talked. I felt myself agreeing.
Did I really?
Not at all

We left on a hug
I thought I was okay.
Apr 2019 · 166
1- The Day Before
Ghenwa Apr 2019
Nothing felt much different, until the day before
His touch felt the same and so did his kisses.
He still smelled and smiled the same but nothing was really quite the same to him

My foolish self
making jokes about him leaving me to my friends
I didn’t know what I was getting myself into
It didn’t think about it twice
not even once.
I gave it no importance
or tried not to

My anxiety was sparking
to the thoughts of good news
good ideas
good thoughts only
This good kind of anxiety
The anticipation
But nothing was quite the same
Apr 2019 · 150
2- The Day Of
Ghenwa Apr 2019
Something started feeling wrong
the anticipation turned into what i dread most
anxiety

He walks in my room
with a lost look on his face
right then I knew

He sat on the couch,
He did not kiss me,
He did not touch me.

My hands were shaking
An elephant sat on my chest,
right then I knew
although I wish I didn’t

In a second, the words came out of his mouth
He didn’t want to be with me anymore
I didn’t know I would feel my heart break the way I did
And in silence,
the tears started to slide down my cheeks
It was the heaviest my heart had felt in years
I could not breathe
I heard him
but I didn’t want to

I suddenly heard myself asking;
Was it my fault?
Why am I not good enough?
Jan 2019 · 195
22
Ghenwa Jan 2019
22
december 9th 1996
a rainy rainy day

but when i turned 22
everything was clam
everything was okay

tangled between the sheets
our bodies wrapped around each other
we smell like shampoo and feel like cotton pyjamas

when i turned 22 there was nothing but love surrounding me
a feeling of weightlessness
a feeling of joy

when i turned 22
we were sitting outside
with nothing but the city lights to clear our sights
and the stories kept coming
your childhood and ex lovers
your trips and adventures
while the music plays on in the background

when i turned 22 i had love on my side
and a hand holding mine
Apr 2018 · 674
DAY 23: VANILLA
Ghenwa Apr 2018
Red lipstick with vanilla smell
Red lipstick with vanilla taste
It’s not the only reason you crave my lips
But the feeling of safety we give each other
It’s not just vanilla but time stops and it’s only you
Everything is you,
Now vanilla lipstick reminds me of you
I keep you on my lips not to miss you
You love vanilla on me
You make me love vanilla
Apr 2018 · 200
DAY 22: HELP
Ghenwa Apr 2018
It takes a long time, for many
to find it okay to ask for help
For as long as we’re alive
It’s not too late to say
Mama I’m struggling
It’s not too late to say
I stay up way too late
And think way too much

It’s not too late
to stay my heart burns and my chest feels like it’s gonna explode
that I can’t breathe in a crowded room
that my hands shake when I talk in public

It’s not too late to say,
I think life is not for me
Because I think life is for everybody
You just have to be reminded
You just have to be reminded that you have a hand to hold when it shakes
And someone to sit with you
Remind you that you can breathe
And breathe with you
A familiar face in the crowd
To make you feel safe
Ghenwa Apr 2018
Patience
2. Gratitude
3. Anger Management
4. Love
5. Faith
6. Anxiety Relief
7. Asking for help
8. Hard work
9. Perseverance
10. Forgiveness
11. Turning a blind eye
12. Trust
13. Sleeping with one eye open
14. Living guilt free
15. Fighting off the voices in my head
16. Self-worth
17. Grace
18. Respect
19. Honesty
20. My versions of Right
21. And Wrong
Apr 2018 · 1.1k
DAY 20: MIDAS
Ghenwa Apr 2018
As Midas discovered what he thought was a blessing turned into a curse
As if all he’s turned to gold was now stone.

His lover’s touch cold
His lover’s eyes empty it became scary
His lover’s body like a statue that haunts him in the middle of the night

Midas learned the hard way that greed is a very ugly thing
Lost everything he could ever have
The possibility of something
Midas would starve

Midas would be no different really than Medusa
Midas Medusa
Medusa Midas
Ghenwa Apr 2018
I may be the person who cries the most.
In sadness and in happiness
In funerals and weddings.

I may be sensitive but sometimes, cold as stone

I will feel deeply or be completely indifferent
Rarely in the middle
Little grey area
A complete opposition of the person I am
Apr 2018 · 160
DAY 18: 6 YEARS OLD
Ghenwa Apr 2018
When people ask me,
how long I’ve been writing
I tell them the same story

I was 6 years old, and a friend got me a little notebook

My first thought in it, was in French, about how easy the language was.

I was so excited to see my thoughts on paper. Something concrete, visual, that made you feel something

For the past 15 years, I’ve made language my own.
Wrote about first crushes and how hard it was to be 9.
An later on 10, 12, 15, 18, 19 and 20

I fell in love with the smell and sound of Bic on paper
The idea that my thoughts were now real and immortal.

I fell in love with language and how one word can mean different things.
I fell in love with the only thing that came easy to me, words

I was 6 years old and said. Language is the most beautiful thing ever.
I may be 90 years old and say
Language is the most beautiful life I’ve ever lived
Apr 2018 · 173
DAY 17: ADDICTION
Ghenwa Apr 2018
Tangled up with tea cups in our hands
It’s cold outside
This is what addiction feels like

The comfort of home in a person
Something I keep on craving

For some of you, this might seem crazy
But two kinds of people understand me

Lovers,
And pill poppers

The anxious wait,
By the phone or the bottle

Turning away and spinning in circles in a room with no windows

This is what addiction feels like

And if you’ve recovered at all
And you’re trying to stay away,
The mere thought is temptation.

So when temptation is at your door
Or on the phone
Or a prescription bottle
You hesitate
Not knowing if you should open the door
or close it for good
Answer the phone with a shiver in your voice
Or say ‘just one more, I promise it’s the last time’

But for us addicts, it’s a vicious circle that grows more powerful with each relapse

And it’s never the last time
Apr 2018 · 143
DAY 16: LATIN
Ghenwa Apr 2018
To understand something you must go back to its origin.

The root of the tree, not the branches who’ve grown and dispersed.

To find something you’ve lost, trace back your steps.

Repeat them again in your head.

To live in wiser manner, remember the mistakes you’ve made

Because those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it.

To know where cancer came from
Look up that family tree

Because everything has a grandparent
And a great grandparent

And it’s beautiful to look at what’s past and gone
History and yesterdays
The wrinkles on a skin so old,
That tell so much stories of things we know
Things we do
and thing’s we’ll leave behind
Apr 2018 · 169
DAY 15: SOMEONE ELSE
Ghenwa Apr 2018
‘Please don’t be in love with someone else,
Please don’t have somebody waiting on you’

It terrifies me to say,
that I’m terrified
You’d fall
For someone else

It terrifies me,
That her eyes
Speak louder than mine

And I’ll hold on
to everything you say
And I’ll capture every moment you stay

Don’t let go,
To find someone else who’s better than me
To hold you close
And make you feel like the whole world’s stopping now

I will hold you through the dark
and if you choose the way out

I’ll pack my things and go
But I’ll hold you close
Until I find
Someone else
Apr 2018 · 169
DAY 14: TRAVELER
Ghenwa Apr 2018
There’s a traveler
Who went far away
Who ran away from everything he ever knew
Who thought he’d find something new

A backpack and a lot of hope
He came back with a couple stories

He said to me;
People laugh and people cry
All in the same way
People love and people hate
All in the same way
People hurt and people heal
All in the same way

From Mumbai to Beirut
Paris to New York
South Africa to Sydney

The language may differ,
The color of our eyes may not be same,
The color of our skin may just as well turn green or blue
The sun may rise at different times

But under skin and bone
We’re all the same

And he looks at me vaguely
For a few seconds quietly
And he asks me,

So why’d you think it’s so hard for us to admit we feel the same
Ghenwa Apr 2018
there’s no age for heartbreak,
for the feeling that you won’t feel
the feeling you won’t feel the way you felt when you felt what your felt

And by that I mean that feeling is love

There is no age to feel love
Something I’ve felt
Something I’m feeling

For a while I felt numb to the core
Food didn’t taste the same
but that love
this love,
gave me life back
It reminded my heart to beat
loud
very loud
almost out of my chest
it reminded me of the most beautiful sound
the one
of the person you love
saying
i love you
Apr 2018 · 159
DAY 14: CHANGE
Ghenwa Apr 2018
Change is not a bad thing
We must change,
Adapt,
Or die

The thing is, we rarely consider
that we cannot stay the same person forever
That evolving is a part of who we are

Our skin sheds to be replaced by new skin,
Change is within us.

Friends will leave to go on their own
and you will do the same

Everybody’s flame must run out
and life will not be the same without them

You will grow, change, forget and your flame will run out.

But how will you be remembered?
Apr 2018 · 134
DAY 13: COFFEE
Ghenwa Apr 2018
Coffee keeps you awake
on your feet
It keeps me on my toes
Wide eyed and tired

I become cranky,
It makes my heart race
I don’t like the rush

It makes feel weak
lacking in control

I like to be in control
To have my thoughts together

I like to be calmer
I already have a tornado brewing in me
Apr 2018 · 139
DAY 12: A GREAT FEAR
Ghenwa Apr 2018
My biggest fear,
Is not growing old,
Not looking old

Time would have carved my skin
With reminders of its passing
Reminders of the mistakes I’ve made
The falls I’ve recovered from

My biggest fear is forgetting
(Alongside death)
My biggest fear is not recognizing
The faces that made my days beautiful
The faces that made my life a little harder

My biggest fear is not recognizing any achievements or failures

I keep journals,
Struggles and great loves
I’ll make sure I’d remember it all
Or at least try
Apr 2018 · 155
DAY 11: CAT IN THE TREE
Ghenwa Apr 2018
A cat got up,
Stuck in a tree

Didn’t realise how high it has gotten
It stands on a branch
Looking down
Too scared to come down

When help comes,
It becomes hesitant,
It doesn’t know;
To jump?
Or not to?

To let itself fall?
Or not to?

Because sometimes,
Help,
Is not as easy to take
Apr 2018 · 202
DAY 10: IMPROV
Ghenwa Apr 2018
The first rule of improv, is to say YES
Don’t block the flow or rythm

Don’t say no to the opportunity
To make something out of nothing
To create something beautiful

Look at it this way,
If you say no,
You’re closing the door
To a new friendship
To a new flame
To a new job
A new adventure

Don’t close the door,
To what may become
Something great,
Something bad,
A new experience,
A new lesson

Give yourself a chance
Apr 2018 · 155
DAY 9: 19
Ghenwa Apr 2018
Bathroom floors are not only for movie scenes
They’re not only for holding your best friend’s hair while trying not to puke over her

Sad echoing phone calls
Stories to laugh about

Hiding from other people with the shower on

Somehow,
We’ll always remember
on those bathroom floors
the tears we shed
and everything that brought us closer
Apr 2018 · 154
DAY 8: RUN
Ghenwa Apr 2018
There are things we run from
Nightmares
Danger and death

Things we run to,
People
Dreams and ambition

We’ll get tired along the way,
stop for a minute,
enjoy the view.

We all run for different reasons,
At different speeds.
We make the best of what we have
The best of our abilities

We keep running,
Because we look forward to something
No matter how tiring it gets
We’ll keep running
towards the finish line
Apr 2018 · 230
DAY 7: STOCKHOLM SYNDROME
Ghenwa Apr 2018
Captivity is a state in which I guess we all live in
Have lived in
Or will live in.

Captivity may be holding the key to open the door but never quite taking that step.

Captivity may be having the door open,
one foot out,
Without the guts to put the other one out
And closing the door behind you.

Captivity is not like being claustrophobic in an elevator
It’s sometimes the best feeling in the world.
The best, it’s a feeling of peace,
Love,
And maybe overlooking some of the most important things
And your vision is a little blurred

Until you leave, close the door behind you
Give it time
Look back on it

You’ll see things,
The things you’ve overlooked,
You’ll learn a little,
Look a little older
Be a little wiser.

But something you must understand,
Is to never, EVER
Let anyone hold you captive.
You must always feel free to open the door
and leave
Apr 2018 · 154
DAY 6: BODY
Ghenwa Apr 2018
You can know a lot about how a person is living
or has lived by observing their body

It’s not as crazy as you may think,
It shows, if it is well fed or not
If it holds disease
Any signs from smell to a million other things

You can tell a lot about a body,
just by looking at it
Skin problems,
Bone or muscle problems,

You can tell,
if they carry skin problems
bones or muscle

You can tell,
crimes of passion,
from other crimes.

You can tell age,
You can tell how tired they are
if they are
You can tell what they’re feeling
if they’re nervous or happy

You can tell,
if they’re been loved and cherished
and if they have have been
abused and betrayed
Ghenwa Apr 2018
It’s not just your story,
It’s also every story around you,
love stories or breakups
friendships and heartaches
Adventures and late night phone calls
You could write about anything.
Not your feelings but maybe
Your best friend’s

But we choose writer’s block
Because in our mind,
The idea sounded much better
than the way it looks on paper

And we could write for days,
pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages...
and it would feel like the words are insignificant,
like we worked so hard
to say nothing at all,

But the story is there,
Maybe it needs a twist,
A little color,
A coffee break,
A night out on the town.

Maybe it needs a good night of sleep
Maybe it’s about time to stop stressing
Maybe it needs to be written,
left behind,
Maybe it needs to be forgotten about,
Found,
Out of the blue
To be reread, refined,
rethought with a new perspective


We never run out of ideas,
We just question our ability
To make somebody feel something.
Apr 2018 · 153
DAY 4: WHY WE WRITE POETRY
Ghenwa Apr 2018
It doesn’t have to rhyme to say something
or make you feel something

If we have the words for it,
then why not just say it?
Apr 2018 · 151
DAY 3: TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE
Ghenwa Apr 2018
I blurt out something about God,
Maybe believing maybe not
And something about my obsessiveness
how compuslive I can get
and something about passion or lack of

He glances at me and says
You’re a very bad liar aren’t you?
Apr 2018 · 172
DAY 2: LOVE
Ghenwa Apr 2018
It’s what we talk about
whisper about.
It’s what we sing about
and cuss about
It’s what we laugh about,
cry about,
lie about.
It’s what makes us feel the most joy
the most pain.

Yet the word itself scares us to the bone
Because saying something out loud,
Makes it a little more real
Apr 2018 · 1.1k
DAY 1: AFTER PILLS
Ghenwa Apr 2018
I think I wrote this 30 times not knowing how to explain or shape the sentences but here goes nothing

Pop, one pill in the morning.
This one will make you happy

Pop, one pill at lunch.
This one will make you numb.

Pop, one pill at night.
This one will make you sleep.

Pop, another, whenever.
This one, will calm your heart,
Make you get out of bed in the morning,
Make your work harder,
Make you concentrate,
Make you
Make you
Make you

Alice feels jealous, her pills make her larger or small
But not happy.
But Alice doesn't know,
After every pill,
Headache,
Nausea,
Dizziness,
Fatigue,

Alice feels, but I don't

Three hundred sixty-five days and some other dozen
After pills
Slowly but surely
I started feeling again
Sadness had a taste
And so did food
Laughter had a meaning
and so did tears.

And If you ask me what I remember of that time,
I'll tell you, not much.
It is no way to live, when you live numb
When you should feel things, but you don't.

When the struggle is no longer sadness, but the lack of it
When it is not finding happiness, but not feeling it..

Another three hundred sixty five days and some dozen
I feel things on my own
Get out of bed on my own

After pills,
I pray nothing gets in my way of feeling things on my own.
Mar 2018 · 187
The Kind of Woman
Ghenwa Mar 2018
Mama taught me to be kind
Mama taught me to respect
Mama taught me to love
Mama taught me to fight

That's the kind of woman I want to be*

Woman,
Be strong.
This world is a tough place to be in
Not everybody can handle
the way your eyes burn bright
with hopes and dreams

Be resilient
you’ll have to fight
to get what you deserve

When everybody tells you
to stop doing things like a girl
Don’t feel shame
You’re a girl
Who does things like a girl
the way you’re supposed to

Woman,
Don’t be oil in the machinery
Be the tiny blockage
That stops the way this world works
That makes them think of what is wrong
That changes their behavior towards us

That screams for all girl’s education
Because knowledge is power
And we all deserve equal power

Against **** culture
Because our body is ours and only ours
And nobody has the right to touch us without our permission

Against glass walls and glass ceilings
Racism and discrimination

My heart is with all my women out in the world
My mama, and the other half of the global population
Soldiers and fighters
Women who will not be silenced by anything
by the shameful stares directed towards them

To be a woman is not easy
In more ways than one
But we stand tall

We stand with each other, for each other
That’s the kind of women we should aim to be
Jan 2018 · 228
About Depression
Ghenwa Jan 2018
I once read somewhere something I relate to very much:

Us depressed children don’t think we csn make it till 18. Some of us do and some of us don’t.

And for us who do, it’s a bit weird because we haven’t planned for what’s to come after that.

And do you have any idea how scary that is?

It’s terribly terrifying.

I recently turned 21 and it is still as terrifying as ever.
Every day we get is another chance, another accomplishment for us.
Every time we get out of bed a rush of pride goes through our veins.

It’s hard to go on, but I promised to hold on
and I am
I hold on because that’s the strength
Giving up is not an option

But my god is it hard!
To feel nothing at all and pretend to taste the tenderness and biterness of life
To eat because you have to
To go out trying to snap out of it
To try and find passion in what you do and what you love
And mostly try to fall in love
Because you don’t really know how anymore

But some of us meet someone who will hold them in the middle of the night
and ignite something that was no longer there
As if in the fraction of a second
Someone found an on switch to your feelings
and everything started to rush in again

and it feels weird, because you don’t really know how feelings work anymore
but you try
and that’s the most important part
Dec 2017 · 191
A reminder
Ghenwa Dec 2017
Nobody has the right to put their hands on you unless you give them the right to

Your body, your property
It’s that easy actually

However you define yourself to be, man or woman
anyone
I repeat,
Nobody has the right to put their hands on you unless you give them the right to

Nobody has the right to feel entitled to to your body, but you
Nobody has the right to define you
whoever you may be

Here’s to you

I know, there are so many of you, like you

Who felt violated in their own body
Who felt the sting of words
The sharp double edged sword of them

You, who didn’t let the thiefs in but that’s why we call them that
the criminals who leave you traumatized

They might not have killed but they wounded to the core

A reminder:
It is not your fault.
It‘s not your fault whatever you wear
It’s not your fault however you walk
It’s not your fault

It’s theirs.

Don’t stay silent. Fight.
Oct 2017 · 171
Untitled
Ghenwa Oct 2017
I want you to see me in a pretty dress
something that’ll please you
or a high bun that I put down
I think that’ll tease you

hey baby
i want you on your worst behavior
Ghenwa May 2017
i don't mind a little smoke in my eyes baby
bright lights and sharing drinks
whiskey and beer
flirtatious looks from across the room
hands on my hips take me wherever you go

hands in each other's hair and so much laughter
lip bite
ear whisper
neck brush
ice back
take me wherever you go

4, 3, 2, 1
stairs run
catching up with friends
and stopping along the way
hearing whistles
and sleepy grumpy friends
up against a wall
not caring too much

take me wherever you will go
May 2017 · 277
So long but never gooodbye
Ghenwa May 2017
Maybe it is my fault,
Maybe I started a fight
Maybe I did
But you know, I've had enough
I'm bad at all sorts of things
Friendship is one of them
But caring isn't
I care too much
Too deeply
Sometimes too much for my own good
Listen,
I'm glad I was there, not anymore
I tried to stand for you
But how can you stand for someone when you can't stand for yourself?
And how can you stand for someone when they don't want you to?
Maybe I had an eye opener.
So long but never goodbye
I am always here for you
Apr 2017 · 309
Renovation
Ghenwa Apr 2017
I've made a decision, a decision I am very proud of;

because all of my life I've been betrayed by everyone I've ever loved
and everyone that was given the keys to my home

my body is my home, and boys oh so foolish
want a hotel stay for one night
but I won't let them

my heart is my home, and people
want to find refuge, calling themselves lovers, friends...
knowing it is a safe place with walls built up very high
walls they brought down
and walls that I can't build back up

my shoulders are a home, holding my head steady
and people want to land on my shoulders
making it heavier for me to breathe
They know it's a safe place to land and cry on

But you know something?
I'm nobody's territory, nobody's home
nobody's home but myself
and nobody will take care of me like I do them
Nobody will build back my walls
and nobody will let the roses grow back
after they've stepped on them.

So I've decided to kick my residents out,
for renovation
to clean my windows, and change my locks
build my walls back up, minute by minute
and vein by vein grow my garden
and to close the gates now and forever
for I'm the only one allowed to reside here
Apr 2017 · 267
Apr. 8 8:37PM
Ghenwa Apr 2017
Today is one of the days
when the night early, gets heavy on me.
And Today is one of those days when I just want to give up on everything
It was hard to get out of bed today, it was hard.
It was hard to work and work well
It was hard to smile to taxi drivers and keep conversations going
Because today I was stuck in my own brain
stuck in an endless conversation with myself.
And you know today is not the day to mess with me
Today is not the day to challenge me or encourage me
or mess with my emotions
I will be wreck, and I will cry, and I will scream and break glass

So please just don't make me feel worse than I already do.
Feb 2017 · 406
bad poet
Ghenwa Feb 2017
i'm the worst kind of poet
the one who doesn't care much for rhymes or anything else
traditon is not something i'd conform to
but i do appreciate it

here's the thing
i am the worst kind of poet
because in my words
it doesn't have to rhyme
but it has to make you feel something

it doesn't have to be the most intricate of language
but it has to tell you a story

a story that is most probably mine

here's also why i'm a bad poet
i feel too much and am too much
or simply not enough
i'm either too interested or not
too in love or without a feeling

here's more
i'll tell you thr truth
but romanticize the pain
say something,
and its complete opposite
i'm a living paradox
the worst kind

i'm the worst because i'll simply say
that

i miss you


i love you


i hate you


are poetry
and i sure as heck am not
Feb 2017 · 568
14th of Febuary
Ghenwa Feb 2017
I've dreaded that day for quite some time
The flowers aren't mine, they're hers
The smiles aren't mine, they're hers
The love isn't yours it's hers
and not only hers
but mine

Love,
Love that is real makes you forget
makes you depend
makes you forget
all of the lovers that have gone
makes you depend
when your heart beats louder than you hear
and when kisses are an escape
or a taste of chaos in your brain

love is the simple act
a simple act of feeling
feeling you
feeling through you

love is not the red red roses
but the long night talks to a silent television screen
love is the simple closeness and intimacy

a word you know nothing about
a word you judge you know
but intimacy is not only physical
but the way that I knew what you were going to say before you would
and catching the lie beforw it came out
and understanding your eyes don't lie

I hope you fall in love as many times as you please
but for what it's worth I'll never fall for anyone else
not for you
but for the thought of you and what it gives me
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