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When you are silent
when you are mind hunting
I too shall be silent
and help you hold back the wolves
The world falls quiet,
And so do you.

My ears are ringing
Heart swelling
Mi Amor,

The silence burns.

I submerge my mind in liquid courage
and slur my silly confessions,
Puking emotions all over your unread text messages.

Ruby shame becomes me
Whispering evil things to me
Convincing me that I am a burden.

That I am the one that's crazy here.
Crazy in love.
Crazy to admit it.
I am the one that’s crazy here.

You were the one that begged for me to love you.
So why do I have to ask for you to tell me that you love me?
How am I supposed to believe your I love you’s?
Am I so insecure, paranoid?

Is it just me?
Am I crazy?

Crimson waves fuel my heart that whisper Jehime in the silent crackle of the fire that blazes through the night in between my rib cage.

Can you feel that,
Corazón? Do you hear that Mi Amor?
Or am I crazy?

My ears are ringing
My doubts are shouting
as it sears it's emptiness into my soul,

The silence burns.

Pero mi Amor Porque?
Quando yo te di todo mi corazón, porque me haces esto?
Why?
God, why don’t you love me?

It is your silence when I ask you these questions,
Your silence when I bleed Te Amo,
that burns, burns, burns.
The wet smoldering scent
of burning dogwood
leaves

reminds me of the hours
spent in the garden
kissing

the soiled palms of
a woman tousled
from work.
 Oct 2016 hazem al jaber
Pax
I wrote a poem
hoping to give
it to you, will you
even read it?

I wrote it with an aching
heart, will you
ever read it?

The poem I wrote
was given a melody,
will you, will you
even hear it?

I am not a singer
nor a great writer
but will you
even hear my
heart?

will you?


© Pax
raw, i wrote this while listening to "Sia's Soon We'll Be Found"
 Oct 2016 hazem al jaber
May
it's an ambrosia
a heavenly drink.
one is going to die
in the depthless
river of sadness
poetry is the
canoe
which will come
floating towards
and save
poetry is  the
only solution
for one who is
overflowed with
happiness
due to the
magical creations
of mother nature
may be due to the
wordless love
take a sip of poetry
you'll feel you're alive
poets live magically
though others live non-
its a boon
and it is a blessing
one who has powers
to heal the hearts of others
is the poet
who let the readers
to take a sip of true poetry
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