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 Sep 2016 Imad Black
Traveler
He hugged me
Tears running down his face
I felt him shudder
For the whole human race

Just who condemned him
Has always been clear
The righteous
The believers
The possessors
Of fear

Yet sympathy
I felt
For the Devil
Himself
Because forgiveness
   Runs through my veins...
Traveler Tim

We pay our debt sometimes.
 Jul 2016 Imad Black
Ginelle
you.
 Jul 2016 Imad Black
Ginelle
i used to romanticize
blue eyes,
grey eyes,
green eyes,
and even hazel eyes;

but i never knew what it was like
to be touched in a way that made my heart skip beats,
or to feel ecstatic at the mention of a name;
i never knew what it was like
to make love with someone by only holding hands,
or how intertwined hands could send shivers to your core.
i never knew what it was like
to stare so deeply into dark, chocolate-coloured eyes,
and notice how they shimmer of gold while spontaneously shining like millions of tiny galaxies from a world i saw inside them.

i used to romanticize
blue eyes,
grey eyes,
green eyes,
and even hazel eyes;
i never romanticized brown eyes,
until i fell in love with you.
this took forever to write. it might be a lil rough around the edges. but it's true.
 Jul 2016 Imad Black
Isha Kumar
The day we met,
the leaves were red.
"Nice to meet you"
that's what you said.

Our simple conversations
and you're witty replies.
I made you my friend
because of the twinkle in your eyes.

The day we became closer
the red leaves had vanished.
The barriers surrounding us
they had been vanquished.

Together we laughed,
and I was in awe.
Our meeting was a blessing
that' s all I saw.

The day I called you my sister
the leaves had turned green.
I wondered, all my life,
just where had you been?

We talked and talked
until we could no more.
We could never part
I was so sure.

The leaves turned red
when the sad news crept.
I had to leave
and my heart wept.

Then came the day
when we said goodbye.
Though my lips smiled,
my heart did still cry.

The day I left,
the leaves were dead.
"Please don't go."
That' s what you said.

I promise you this,
we'll meet again someday.
When the leaves are green
and the skies aren't grey.
It's a dedication to one of my very very very very special friend. Thank you for being there for me when I thought I had no one to listen to my cries.
 Jul 2016 Imad Black
Johanna May
On such nights
my friend
when pain blooms
like a hot red flower
inside you, look up
and chew the gristle
of a bone white star.

While remnants
of a south breeze,
waft smells of life, death,
wars.

Graves are laid
Dues are paid
Farewells bade

Poetry is made.
 Jul 2016 Imad Black
Johanna May
Love is an otherworldly beast,
a most welcome burglar.
It softly feeds upon your heart,
then sweetly asks for your jugular.
♫♪ don't hurt me, no more...♫♪
"I'm sorry..."
I feel a pause,
As I hear myself say the words.
Were they meant for *me

Or someone else?
Written 12-10-14
 Jun 2016 Imad Black
earnoux
I'm repeating
in my head
                              I'm sorry
because
I don't believe  
I said it enough to you.
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