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Sep 2023 · 745
Lost in I
Islam Bader Sep 2023
I'm dead inside, a hollow vessel of desolation,
A soul consumed by the darkness of isolation,
The flicker of life extinguished, an empty shell,
Lost in the depths of my own personal hell.

Emotions once vibrant, now a distant memory,
Replaced by a numbness, a chilling apathy,
The colors of the world fade to shades of gray,
As I navigate this existence, day by day.

No longer do I feel the warmth of the sun,
Nor do I dance with joy, or laugh with anyone,
The echoes of laughter are but a distant sound,
As I wander through this life, without being found.

The smiles of others pass me by, unseen,
For I am locked in a prison, where hope has never been,
I wear a mask of normalcy, a facade for the world,
But inside, I am but a broken, fragmented swirl.

Every beat of my heart is heavy with despair,
As I long for someone to release me from this snare,
But the chains that bind me are of my own creation,
A self-imposed sentence, without liberation.

Yet in this darkness, a spark begins to ignite,
A flicker of hope, a glimmer of light,
For even in the depths of this eternal night,
A whisper of life stirs, ready to take flight.

I may be dead inside, but the ashes still hold fire,
A dormant spirit, waiting to be inspired,
I will rise from the ashes, like a phoenix in flight,
And reclaim my soul, from the depths of this night.

For even in the darkest depths, hope can arise,
And though I may be dead inside, I'll find a way to survive,
For I am more than the emptiness that dwells within,
I am a phoenix, reborn, ready to begin.
Sep 2023 · 1.4k
You Who Adore Roses
Islam Bader Sep 2023
You who adore roses,
Your beauty outshines their delicate blooms,
For in your presence, even the loveliest rose Can only aspire to be as perfect as you.
You who adore roses,
Your fragrance is sweeter than any flower,
For in your embrace, even the softest petal cannot compare to the warmth you bring.
Sep 2023 · 115
Lost in my words
Islam Bader Sep 2023
In the depths of silence I exist,
A voice that falters, a whisper lost,
Echoes swallowed by the vast abyss,
Nobody can hear me, my truth embossed.

I speak, but my words fall on deaf ears,
Lost in the void of indifference and fear,
My song, a symphony of unheard cries,
Lingers in the air, a silent sigh.

I yearn to be heard, to break the spell,
To shatter the walls that confine me,
But my voice remains locked in a lonely cell,
Yearning for freedom, craving to be free.

I scream in silence, my vocal cords strained,
Seeking solace in the winds that blow,
But they carry my words, forever unrestrained,
To a world that refuses to bestow.

Invisible, I wander through crowded streets,
My existence blurred, a ghostly haze,
I reach out, yearning for someone to meet,
But they pass me by, lost in life's maze.

I am a whisper in a world of noise,
A forgotten verse in the grandest of songs,
But deep within, a fire still burns and toys,
With the hope that one day, my voice belongs.

Nobody can hear me, or so it seems,
But still, I persist, I refuse to yield,
For even in silence, my spirit teems,
With dreams that cannot be concealed.

So I'll keep speaking, keep raising my voice,
Though it may echo in an empty room,
I'll keep singing, for in my heart I rejoice,
Knowing my words will find their bloom.

For even if nobody can hear me now,
In the symphony of life, I'll find my place,
And when the world finally takes a bow,
My voice will resound, in boundless grace.
May 2017 · 243
Element 79
Islam Bader May 2017
A bar of an ounce
Highly protected
They're mesmerizing
Shinny little things
Worth to die for
It will come handy during war
And a melted drop can heal
How lovely they are
And what if it doesnt heal
Neither shines
What are they protected for
Jul 2016 · 309
Long
Islam Bader Jul 2016
The solid front door remembers the hand that made it -
You are the key -
and the creak of the universe — it's your sole secret
You lean your dreams and future against it.
For its sake you endure the woodworms
gnawing through your heart
the reek of damp
the hammering of enemies and relatives.
(Long is the absence of light
that paints things awake -
Long is the presence of paint!)

You come home exhausted — from wherever you've been
the wind at your side — just as you wished
toyed with by traumas.

Once he made necklaces from seashells
colouring them with his own fairytales
once he made friends with strange frogs
- and all the while she's watching him
from behind the door /from out the window
(when she runs to pick him up
he will not raise
a cry!)
Jul 2016 · 374
Eye
Islam Bader Jul 2016
Eye
"His siblings were murdered before they were born"
A riddle with a decade an answer
Its on your plate with a huge eye
Could be Ethan, Jackie, Smith, James, Jacob, Rayan
And none before you care
The huge eye could be real
When you look at it, it looks back
But you greedy for its life
With a knife on its throat
A happy family enjoys
Since life defines human
A dream i dream is a dream
That dream's dream is a dream
Could have been anyones
But my dream is
Waking up the dictators
One more time
For the world to look
At the animal's eye.
Looking at the chicken crushed, cows drugged was annoying
Jul 2016 · 530
Curb
Islam Bader Jul 2016
Herb
Curb
Blurb
Superb
Disturb, waving blue moon clearly
Feeling the nature herb curb us
Jul 2016 · 519
Colour
Islam Bader Jul 2016
Come to this darkness
Ogan'ga dances on flames
United the whole village
Like a football game
Ogan'ga is on flames
Reborning the life with her scent
Moments
Jul 2016 · 404
Run
Islam Bader Jul 2016
Run
Run my dear run
This world is full of misery
What more it could give
You dropped the ankh right between of our love
Now his dagger is full of your blood
This world could be beautiful
With flowers and tulips on top of the skyscrapers
Smokes from the moving steel
And a fire beneath the crater
Lets pretend we are happy
Or not
And play the drum while we run for the love and humanity
For freedom of this world
Raise your sword under the sun
For sure the war is between you and yourself

— The End —