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729 · Oct 2016
Get Well Soon
Lynn Al-Abiad Oct 2016
You got used to my absence.
My absence doesn't affect you.



- LynnAA
#ImAwayToo

2/10/2016
722 · Apr 2016
Silent Colours, Deaf Eyes
Lynn Al-Abiad Apr 2016
...
And when you come back, if I feel that all of this and all of you are true, I will run into your arms like a wounded lioness who has just found her shelter.

And I will sail with you, till you either drop me on a new land, push me into the water or take me to an island.

I don't care where you'll drop me, as long as you're true. Everything else, I can save myself from it.



- LynnAA
To the man who might be looking at the moon right now.

21/4/2016
718 · Jun 2017
Dessine Moi - Draw me
Lynn Al-Abiad Jun 2017
Dessine moi des moutons, des nuages, ou des astres, des êtres indignes, une atome de phényléthylamine, un inconnu dont je ferai connaissance, une lune gibbeuse en plein jour
Dessine moi, dans un lit, dans tes bras, sous la lumière des étoiles en une nuit d'une nouvelle lune, après une ****** embuée, après t'avoir embrassé, au reveil de mon jour d'anniversaire
Dessine moi tout ce qui te déclenche un battement de coeur
Dessine moi quand je fais battre ton coeur



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Draw me sheep, clouds, or stars, unworthy beings, a phenylethylamine atom, a stranger whom I'll meet, a gibbous moon in broad daylight
Draw me, in bed, in your arms, under the light of the stars on a new moon night, after a misty shower, after kissing you, after I wake up on my birthday
Draw me everything that triggers your heart
Draw me when I set off your heart



- LynnAA
Love note for the, yet, unknown

18/06/2017
717 · Sep 2016
Pink Necklace
Lynn Al-Abiad Sep 2016
I can't be your enemy
We can't part like we've never met

We shared our hearts
We traded our hearts
We gave our hearts

And now you are a part of me
You merged into my cells
And I lost you in my being

And if someone ever asks me what love is
Every atom in me will shiver
All my body will reminisce you
My lips will part to breathe you
And my pupil will grow ever so widely
As I spell your name at the tip of my tongue



- LynnAA
2/9/2016
713 · Nov 2016
You Are How You Love
Lynn Al-Abiad Nov 2016
Tell me you love me one more time
Test me
What will I do?
Will I fall back again?
Will I take the bus to see you?
Will I walk away or come closer?
Will I smile or lower my irises to the ground?
Will I say it back or clear my throat?
Will I make love to you or touch your face fondly?

Endless choices to an endless love
Test me
You'll go to bed holding one more soft memory of me.



- LynnAA
"Yes"

16/11/2016
699 · May 2017
Memories Are Courageous
Lynn Al-Abiad May 2017
And, sometimes, when I look back, I dont even remember how I got the courage to do it, yet I'm glad I've done it.
With all the pain I have inflicted upon myself at that precise moment, I'm glad I did it.
Because, today, I don't remember what the pain felt like, but I remember I heard my breath for the first time in a while.
I was alive.



- LynnAA
26/05/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Sep 2016
قَولك قلمي سحري؟
يعني إذا كَتَب صُوَر، بت صير هل صُوَر عايشة؟
مثلاً،  إذا خبّرك إنّي لابسي قميصتي البيضاء و ناطرتك، رح تشوفني؟

عبالي جرّب

بتتذكّر هيدي القميص البيضاء الطّويلة، كانت بت لالي بوقتها و بعدها بت لالي
و أنا لابستها و ناطرتك، شعري مَيّ، جسمي دافي، وريحتي منغوليا
و ع كتر ما نطرتك، غفيت، و الحْرام أنجأ مغطّاني و الشباك مفتوح و هوا أيلول عم ب سَرحِب عليّي ليسرق لمسة منّي قبل ما إنت ترجع

"لين حبيبي"

إيد بشعري

"لينو"

شفتك

أوّل ما فَتّحت عيوني شفتك
انقطع نفسي و بوبّو عيني وِسِع
إيدك رَوَّحت آثار نسمة أيلول عن جسمي
و شفافك التهموني
و قميصي بطّلت ع جسمي
و الشّرشف صار عل أرض
و إنت احتلّيت عاري
و أنا بلّشت إبكي
و تمَسّكت فيك متل ولد ما بدّو يفارق إمّو أوّل نهار مدرس

"ضَلّ، ما تفِل"
"ضَلّ، ما تفِل"
"ضَلّ، ما تفِل"

حَبَستَك بين إيديّي
شدّيت من كل قلبي
راسك لقي ع كتفي
و ريحة المنغوليا لفّتنا

"بحبّك"


Do you think my pen is magical?
I mean, if it writes pictures, do the pictures come alive?
Like, for example, if it tells you about how I waited for you in my white shirt, would you see me?

I'd like to try.

Do you remember my long white shirt, the one that wasn't opaque, and still isn't
I am wearing it, waiting for you
My hair is wet, my body is warm and I smell like Magnolia
I've been waiting for you long enough to fall asleep
The sheet is barely covering me, the window is cracked open and September's air is sneaking its way to me to feel my skin before you come back

"Lynn, baby"

A hand in my hair

"Lynno"

I see you

I open my eyes and the first thing I see is you
I lose my breath and my pupil grows ever so widely
Your hand gets rid of what was left of the September's breeze
Your lips devour me
My shirt isn't on my body anymore
And the sheet falls on the ground
And you are all over my bare skin
And I start to cry
I hold on to you just like a little kid would hold on to his mother's hand the first day of school

"Stay, don't go"
"Stay, don't go"
"Stay, don't go"

I lock you in my arms
I lock you as tight as I can
Your head lays on my shoulder
And the scent of the Magnolia wraps us

" I love you"



لين اا -
- LynnAA
نسيت إنّي عم بفرجيك صورة، ايه؟
You forgot that I was only showing you images, right?

9/9/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad Sep 2016
شعراتك منكوشين
ضحكتك عالية
كلماتك مَخْبوصين
منخارك أعوج
عيونك مْبَرْزْئين
إجرك مجروحة
شفافك مْأشبين
و ظفرك مكسور
بس قلبك
قلبك أبيض من غيمة بشهر تمّوز واقفة تتفَرّج ع زراق البحر


Your hair is a mess
Your laugh is too loud
Your words are trouble
Your nose is bumpy
Your eyes are protruding
Your leg is bruised
Your lips are chapped
And your nail is broken
But your heart
Your heart is whiter than a cloud in a July sky looking down at the depth of the sea



لين اا -
- LynnAA
.إنتي منيحة
You are fine, little lady.

1/9/2016
668 · Oct 2016
أنا بحر - I am a sea
Lynn Al-Abiad Oct 2016
يمكن البحر ما بدّو يوصل ع الشَّط
و لا بدّو الأمواج تطلَع من المَي
و لا بدّو رَغْوتُه تطبش بالصّخر
و الرّمل يكون قَعْرُه
و لا بدّو زراقُه يعكس لون السما
و الملح يطَعّم مَيْتُه
بس هيدا البحر،  هيدا جماله، هيدي قوته، و هيدا سحره
و أنا بحر
أمواجي مزروعة ورود
رَغْوتي طعمتها فنيليا
لوني أحمر نبيذي
قَعْري رقصة معاصرة
مشاعري شَطّ
قلبي صخرة
و ملحي حلاوة الطّفلة اللي فيّي
و يمكن أنا منّي مطابقة لمواصفات البحر
بس هيدي أنا، هيدا جمالي، هيدي قوتي، و هيدا سحري



Maybe the sea doesn't want to land on a shore
And it doesn't want its waves to grow out of its water
And it doesn't want its foam to disperse on rocks
Nor the sand to be its bottom
And it doesn't want to reflect the colour of the sky
Nor the salt to taste its water
But that's the sea, that's its beauty, that's its power, that's its magic
And I am a sea
My waves are planted with flowers
My foam tastes like vanilla
My colour is wine red
My bottom is a contemporary dance
My feelings are a shore
My heart is a rock
And my salt tastes like the sweetness of the little girl I hold in me
And I might not be easily identifiable with the sea
But that's who I am, that's my beauty, that's my power, that's my magic



لين اا -
- LynnAA
Que la mer nous avale dans l'immensité de sa profondeur.

26/10/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad Aug 2016
.قاعدين. كاسة شاي بين إيدينا و عيونا ما عم بفارقو بعض
.عم بتِطَّلَّع فيّي, بدّك تغطس بكَياني و تصارع أمواجي و تسبح بتَيّاراتي
.و أنا بوبو عيني واسع و مش شايف غيرك و عم بِصَرِّخ
.بدّو تتركو بسلام
بدّو تحرّرو منّك
بدّو يديق ليرجع يوسع لغيرك
و ما بلاقي غير إيدك صارت ع فخذي
و أمواجي بتجرّب تعلى لطُّمَّك
و تيّاراتي بتجرّب تقوى لتسحبك
.و كَياني بصير مِلِك هورمونات بتخَدّر دماغي للحظة و بآمن بوجودي معك
.بآمن فينا أنا و إنت سوى
.و الإيمان بدّو صلاة ليستمر
.فبشرب كاسنا و كاس إيماننا و بِكْرَع فنجاني الشاي لآخر شَفِّة


We're sitting together, drinking tea and looking at each other.
You're looking into my eyes, diving into my entity, conquering my waves and swimming in my stream.
And my pupil is wide open, seeing no one but you and yelling.
It wants you to leave it be,
It wants you to set it free
It wants to tighten so it can widen again for anyone but you.
Only then, your hand finds its way to my thigh
And my tide grows high, trying to drown you
And my stream grows stronger trying to pull you to its bottom
And my entity becomes the slave of hormones that shut down my brain for a moment
For it to believe in my presence with you.
For it to believe in you and I as one.
And since every belief requires a prayer,
I drink to us and to our belief and I chug my cup of tea till its last drop.



لين اا -
- LynnAA
.من كَسّر لنرجع نعَمّر
We destroy to build anew.

16/8/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad Mar 2017
Doux et amer
Du café avec de la cardamome
L'odeur du garam Masala
Et l'air du paprika
Framboises, myrtilles, mûres et cerises,
Un cépage fruité de la méditerranée
Les oliviers nous ombragent et je regarde le soleil se coucher sur ta peau
La nuit se prend à mes paupières
Et je me laisse aller à l'odeur de la mer, à la chaleur de tes rêves et à la lourdeur exquise de ta tête sur ma poitrine.


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Sweet and sour
Coffee with a hint of cardamom
The smell of garam Masala
And the breeze of Paprika
Raspberries, blueberries , blackberries and cherries
The fruity taste of a Mediterranean wine
The olive trees offer us shade and I gaze at the sun setting on your skin
The night conquers my eyes
And I abandon myself to the smell of the sea, the warmth of your dreams and the lovely heaviness of your head on my chest.



- LynnAA
Baies baies baies partout! Et un peu d'amour, à ceux qui aimeraient y croire.

30/3/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Aug 2016
Dessine moi des souvenirs biasés.
Je ne serai jamais capable de témoigner un coucher de soleil avec toi, car c'est en ce moment même que le jolie papillon aux ailes pointillés vient se poser sur mes yeux pour m'aveugler.

Les étoiles scintillent.
La lune s'élargit pour se rapetisser.
Les nuages tracent des formes dans l'obscurité.
Et tout est beau.
Toi. Moi. Et le papillon.
Le noir m'appartient.
Le papillon le crée et toi tu en fais partie.

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Draw me biased memories.
I will never be able to witness a sunset with you, because it is at this moment that the beautiful dotted winged butterfly comes to blind my eyes.

The stars sparkle.
The moon expands to shrink again.
The clouds draw shapes in the dark.
And everything is beautiful.
You. I. And the butterfly.
The dark belongs to me.
The butterfly created it and you are a part of it.



- LynnAA
La date du poeme n'existe pas.
The date of this poem has been lost.

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639 · Jun 2017
Where No One Can See Me
Lynn Al-Abiad Jun 2017
I kissed the sun and the sun kissed every inch of my naked body.
At that moment I was only swinging, basking between spots of shade, a little mountain breeze and the warm feeling of the sun on my belly
And I realized that right now I am alone with myself, with no one to call me by my name.

A breath of fresh air, a sun setting already and a tear on my face - the day is coming to an end, and I would have to go back where nakedness under the sun is a sin.



- LynnAA
Note To Self / Love Note
Happy.

11/06/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Sep 2016
قلبي محروق متل جزع كل شجرة زيتون راح ضحيّة إنسان بلا ضمير و بلا حياة و راح يفتّش ع حياتو بين أوراق شجر برائتها عمرا أكتر من عشرين سنة
دموعي ما قدرت طّفّي النّار اللي ولعت بجذوع شجر حسّت بلمسة إيدي من أنا و عمري سنتين
دموعي ما قدرت تحمي أوراق حميوني من الهبّ بظلهم
دموعي ما قدرت تخلّص جذوع بوعا و بنام عليها كل يوم
دموعي ما قدرت تنقذ حياة أكبر و أبرأ من حياتي

ما بقي محلكن إلا رماد
قلبي نطَمّ معكن
اليوم شقفي من عمري راحت معكن



My heart is burning, like every branch of every Olive tree that was a victim of a human being with no soul and no life, who went to fetch himself a decent life in between leaves which innocence is older than my own existence
My tears couldn't put the fire off branches that felt the touch of my skin since I was 2 years old
My tears couldn't protect leaves that shadowed me from the heat
My tears couldn't save branches I wake up and sleep to
My tears couldn't rescue lives older and wiser than mine

You are nothing but ashes now
My heart is buried with you
Today, a part of my life has been lost with you.



لين اا -
- LynnAA
May you lovely Olive trees rest in peace.

4/9/2016
638 · Dec 2016
Sweet For A Change
Lynn Al-Abiad Dec 2016
"Every time I taste your Masala tea, it is always a bit too bitter! How many spoons of it do you put in the kettle?"

Tonight I'm drinking it light with a teaspoon full of honey.
Cheers to us.



- LynnAA
Nothing but a smile :)

20/12/2016
634 · Jan 2017
Jan - Dec 2016
Lynn Al-Abiad Jan 2017
When cuddles turns into curfew and happiness into radicalism

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When you can't let go of someone because it feels like a home you're about to rent.

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Je te promets, si tes yeux caressent encore une fois mon corps, je m'en prendrai à tes lèvres comme une lionne qui s'est abandonnée à ta parade nuptiale.

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We seek each other's lips and avoid each other's eyes.

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To run away from the things we desire but can't have.

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When people give you something nice to get used to, your life can become a mess, waiting for it everyday.

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You make me want to wonder what you look like.

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A sunset is an eternity with you.

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We smell of love and violence.

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You and I live in a bubble of dreams crushed by the reality of who we are.

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Although we'll be strangers soon, he'll dream about me tonight.

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We try to physically escape a cage that is in our mind.

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Even when he calls me to tell me he loves me, he breaks my heart.

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بدَّك تكون عَنيد؟ كون عنيد ع غيري




- LynnAA
2016 // 14 thoughts out of 366 - almost one thought for every month, in order.
631 · Aug 2016
Tyre
Lynn Al-Abiad Aug 2016
I am the little girl of the sea and every summer it calls for me and every summer I fail to visit its shore.
This year I wanted to go with him, I wanted the sea to meet him, to meet us, and to take us into its folds for it to remind me that there will come the summers where I won't be standing with him at its shores.
But he already goes to visit the sea without me.



- LynnAA
Late night ugly silence.

7/7/2016
630 · Sep 2016
Love And Its Forms
Lynn Al-Abiad Sep 2016
You're not my Jesus.
I am my own Jesus.



- LynnAA
I Am Alone In My Own Salvation.

9/9/2016
626 · Mar 2017
On Love and Keeping Secrets
Lynn Al-Abiad Mar 2017
Secrets - When you're alone in your bed, they are harmless, in fact they might induce a sense of pleasure.
But when you are around the people you're keeping your secrets from, they nibble slowly on your heart until the pain of every nonexistent bite numbs you.
But dear, being numb is losing all senses, it is losing all feelings, therefore being numb is losing yourself.
Be careful what you wish for at heart.



- LynnAA
Blows of images

6/3/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Jul 2016
علّقت الشّرشف على الحيط
و الشّرشف كبير و قَعَدِت نسمة الصّيْفيّة تلعبلو بطرفو
و أنا كنت لابسي فستان عْلي ورود و إنت كنت لابس قميص بيضاء و بنطالون بني
و أنا عم بركض و إنت لاحقني
متل الأولاد الصغار
و شفت الشّرشف عم بيِعْلى طَرَفو عن الحيط
فركضت أسرع و مسِكتو و تخبّيت ورا
و ما بلاقي غير طار و إنت صرت تحتو
إيديك مش مكَفيِينَك لتغمرني
و أنا حالي مش مكفّيني لعَلْقَك بين إيدَيّي و بَوْسَك
و وطي الشّرشف علينا و خبّى أجسامنا اللّي عم بتِلْتَف على بعضها
و ما بقي غير ريحة الشّرشف لتخَبّر عن أفعالنا


You hung the sheet on the wall
And the sheet was big and the summer breeze kept swaying its end off the wall
And I was wearing a floral dress and you were wearing a white shirt and brown pants
I was running and you were following me
Just like kids do
And I saw the end of the sheet rising off the wall
So I ran faster to grab it and hid behind it
And I saw nothing but the sheet flying and you appearing under it
You not having enough hands to embrace me
And I not having enough of myself to get a hold of you and fill you with my kisses
And the sheet fell back on us, and hid our bodies that were wrapping around each other
And only the smell of the sheet was left to tell about our doings



لين اا -
-LynnAA
.لإنّو إيّام, بِكْرَهَك هَلْقَد
Because sometimes, I hate you so.

9/7/2016
618 · Aug 2016
Filmstrips
Lynn Al-Abiad Aug 2016
I see pictures of us

At a party
At a friend's marriage
At a concert
On the sand
On a cruise
In a tent
On my bed
On your bed
Under a tree
Under a waterfall
On a high rock
In cold water
On my balcony
In your car
In my dad's car
At an old ruin

Eating Balila
Running on pebbles
My lips on your cheek
My lips on your lips
Our eyes closed
Holding flowers
Drinking wine in a bottle of water
Naked
Dancing in the sea
Riding your back
Wearing your sunglasses
Looking at me sleeping
Looking at you looking at me
Splashing me with water
Running after you
Wearing your jacket

That is all I have
Pictures of us
Where you always reside
Where I can always be with you.



- LynnAA
Love, always and never.

6/7/2016
617 · Oct 2016
Petite Mort - Little Death
Lynn Al-Abiad Oct 2016
Un tissu dentelé, couleur rouge-sang, effleure ma peau et fait frissonner mon être.
Mon amant à l'autre bout du tissu devore ma peau de ses yeux et extasie mon existence.
Ne me touche pas de tes doigts.
Enveloppe mon vagin du tissu rouge et exhale ton souffle dans le creux de mes seins.
Mes lèvres sont pulpeuses à force de les mordre.
Le bout de mes seins sont saillants.
Mes poils se redressent pour s'aggriper à toi.
Je me perds.
Je me laisse aller.
Mon corps bouge imparablement. Il devient le tien.
Je m'abandonne à toi, les yeux fermés.
Je ne veux que sentir.
Tu m'enveloppes.
Tu poses ton coeur sur le mien et nos pulsations se synchronisent.
J'inhale. Tu inhales. Tu exhales. J'exhale.
On fusionne.
Plus. Encore. Davantage.
Plus. Encore. Davantage.
Plus. Encore. Davantage.
Plus. Encore. Davantage.
Petite mort.
Quiétude.
Sourire.
Assouvissement.
Étreinte.
Je t'aime.


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Lace cloth, blood red, touches my skin and quivers my being.
My lover on the other end of the cloth is devouring my skin with his eyes and rapturing my existence.
Don't let your fingers touch me.
Wrap the lace around my ****** and exhale your breath in between my *******.
My lips are pulpy, I bit them too much.
The tips of my ******* are protruding.
My little hairs straighten out to reach you.
I get lost.
I let myself go.
My body moves unstoppably . It becomes yours.
I abandon myself to you, my eyes closed.
I only want to feel.
You enfold me.
Your heart meets mine and our pulsations synchronize.
I inhale. You inhale. You exhale. I exhale.
We merge and blend.
More. Further. Anew.
More. Further. Anew.
More. Further. Anew.
More. Further. Anew.
Little death.
Quietude.
Smile.
Satisfaction.
Embrace.
I love you.



- LynnAA
12/10//2016
606 · Jul 2017
Puff
Lynn Al-Abiad Jul 2017
Give me a puff.
Drowse me and kiss me.



- LynnAA
24/06/2017
598 · Dec 2014
Priest, I Must Confess
Lynn Al-Abiad Dec 2014
I was sitting in church
Reading a Bukowski
When I heard
The sound of her black heels
Silencing all divinity
Leaking through the church's walls.
She walked towards me
As she always did
Then
She stopped for a moment
And looked at the cross.
I saw God in her eyes
While she walked towards Him
And kneeled
The way she always did
To tell me her darkest sins.
I waited for her
Her Rosary seemed endless.
She drew the sign of the Cross
And got up.
Should I go to her?
She was walking towards the door.
Should I go to her?
She opened the door.
"Karen!"
But the door has already closed on me
Leaving me in hell
As she took Heaven away.




- LynnAA
15/12/2014
Lynn Al-Abiad Apr 2017
You're with someone you don't feel comfortable with and you drink huge amounts of water until your bladder can no longer hold it in - only to use your urge to *** as an excuse to leave.

Little cowards.



- LynnAA
2017
585 · Feb 2015
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Lynn Al-Abiad Feb 2015
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You might need to estrange me
Because the way I observed your nape
Made my inner vampire arise




-LynnAA
No title because this poem is like "double Espresso, it says and tastes it all."
5/2/2015
583 · Jul 2017
Heart Wide Open
Lynn Al-Abiad Jul 2017
It is a sunset after a dance
A light leaking in in the morning on a bed that isn't yours
A child's happiness in the prairie
The first dip in the sea
The gradient line the sun leaves in the sky after it disappears
It is how the moon is always in the sky
It is late night rides filled with love after a very long day
It is dancing till you drowse, till you have no more feelings to give, till you feel the tear swallowing itself back into the ball of your eye
It is how the sea looks exactly the same on early morning hours and early evening hours
A moment of extreme tiredness and you can sleep anywhere that supports your head
A realization that people you care about are looking for the exact same thing you're looking for
A bike ride
The longest way home
A cup of vanilla latte
A cup of almond milk
A kind cab driver that would make a turn so you won't have to cross the street

It is all around you if you look closely
Happiness is next to you if you choose to see it



- LynnAA
27/06/2017
562 · Apr 2017
Big Champagne
Lynn Al-Abiad Apr 2017
I am bigger only when I know how big I am instead of how little other people are - and that is your problem, you don't know how big you can be and the only way for you to know is by belittling every person you potentially fear.



- LynnAA
"Big"

2017
557 · Jan 2015
Snake Bite
Lynn Al-Abiad Jan 2015
Lady, why do you cry?
Did his cigarette drag on your hair?
And his black coffee stain your clothes?
Lady, why is your mascara running?
Did he miss your lips?
Did another woman get a kiss?
Lady, why are your watery eyes beautiful?
Did he meet you in the dark?
Or did he turn off the lights on your beauty?




-LynnAA
19/1/2015
554 · Jan 2017
On Feeling Anonymous Love
Lynn Al-Abiad Jan 2017
Your crying eyes are gorgeous, tell me all your little secrets.


- LynnAA
Quietness.

29/1/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Nov 2014
The grey hair in your young beard
Tell me you've got it burned
On many women's bodies
And tonight I am sitting by the fire
Wearing my favorite burgundy dress
And dark red lipstick has painted my lips.
Forget about the wine
Forget about the cold
And let's paint our fire grey
Let Chopin play for us
As we make our own music
Until midnight announces
Our little death.
I'll keep sitting by the fire
Until your dark beard turns grey.




-LynnAA
24/11/2014
548 · Jul 2017
Inch?
Lynn Al-Abiad Jul 2017
All I hear them talking is blablabla, gibberish, sounds I don't recognise, letters I have never pronounced, words that have no similarity to mine
All I hear them talking is another language that sets me in a box of my own no matter how close they are to me, even if their skin is on mine, even if they're talking about me and I have no clue that they are
And sometimes I just love it, being alone in this crowd, being my own island
Now I know what Bukowski means
They remain nothing but a noise in my background that I'd wish, so sincerely, to turn off



- LynnAA
What does consideration and respect mean to people like you ?

14/07/2017
545 · Dec 2016
Tricks
Lynn Al-Abiad Dec 2016
My mind is stimulating presence in me knowing that absence is present.
Stay absent.
Your absence should be present for your presence is absent.



- LynnAA
4/12/2016
544 · May 2017
Spin Me Around In My Skirt
Lynn Al-Abiad May 2017
Engrave your fingers in me and pull me out of my presence.



- LynnAA
April 2017 / Lost and found
542 · Mar 2017
Un Amour Qui Traîne
Lynn Al-Abiad Mar 2017
Nostalgia.
I knew the word but I never thought of using it before someone actually knew that that's what I was feeling.
This urge to run away from everything only to attend what I love to do the most.
I said,
"It's as if, in my past life, I was a dancer who has danced on stages around the world. I give myself to my body. It's more than love, more than adoration, more than passion."
"It's nostalgia." she said.
I was struck.
Yes. It feels as if I never stopped dancing. It feels as if it's the only thing I know how to do ever so naturally.
I sleep knowing tomorrow I'll dance.
I dream about the dancer I have yet to become.
I wake up thinking how to dance throughout the day.
It's not about The Nutcracker and the Sugar Plum Fairy, nor the last dance of the Dying Swan in the Swan Lake, nor about Giselle and its romanticism.
It's about Clara's courage that saves The Nutcracker, and how the Dying Swan feels pain in her broken wings and how true love saves the man Giselle loved from death.

I've always told myself that at the end of the day you only have yourself, but now I've came to realize that I've forever slept with an immense love in my heart - the dance world, a world that has found me decades ago and left in me a nostalgia, a longing, an approach to how amorously  I can embrace myself.



- LynnAA
Dance on and on and on.
Obsession saine.

7/3/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Aug 2017
...
I am a constant battle, but are you willing to fight with me or against me?
...



- LynnAA
Let's step out of bed.

13/08/2017
536 · Feb 2015
Junk Hour
Lynn Al-Abiad Feb 2015
He kindly refused
To have a drink with her
For he was physically drained
But he promised her
He'd take her this Tuesday
To the same place she suggested.

She smiled.

Then she felt that
That Tuesday would be
Like any other Tuesday:

Raw with his absence.




-LynnAA
1/2/2015
534 · Oct 2017
Wednesday 18th of October
Lynn Al-Abiad Oct 2017
A lot of women were smoking today.



- LynnAA
Notes of an observant pedestrian.
533 · Oct 2017
Night Cab
Lynn Al-Abiad Oct 2017
Today, as the wind started to cool down as I was going back from Beirut to my house, I sat in a cab, with the window wide open, listening to some oldies the driver was playing, feeling my soft hair revealing my face with my hand on my cheek, and looking outside the window.
I was at peace then, but I felt the urge to cry.



- LynnAA
19/10/2017
532 · Nov 2017
Excuse My French
Lynn Al-Abiad Nov 2017
Some people seek attention the same way they forcefully drink coffee to be able to **** in the morning.



- LynnAA
2/11/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Aug 2016
:علقاني بهل معضلة

يا باخد حبّك و بشبع منّو و البسمة ع وجّي
يا بِبعد عن حبّك و بحمي حالي و البسمة ع وجّي

بالحالتين، رح ينتاك قلب مشاعري



I'm stuck in this dilema:

Either I take all the love you can give me, drench myself in it and smile
Or, I refuse all the love you can give me, protect myself from it and smile

Either ways, my heart will be ******



لين اا -
- LynnAA
.إخِرْتْ هل الليل، يا لين
Go to sleep Lynn.
522 · Nov 2017
لكِ ٦
Lynn Al-Abiad Nov 2017
لم أجد لكِ، يا عاشقة الأشعار، أيّ كلامٍ يُواسيكِ
و أصبحت أنا، كاتبة الأشعار، بَكماء


لين اا -
ِاشتقت لك
أحبّكِ

27/10/2017
519 · Nov 2017
A Flower Amidst A Storm
Lynn Al-Abiad Nov 2017
My anger is so vulnerable, so fragile.



- LynnAA
Always.

7/11/2017
519 · Dec 2017
NYC
Lynn Al-Abiad Dec 2017
NYC
World,
May you take
And give back as
Abundantly as we deserve.



- LynnAA
(and need)
4/12/2017
516 · Apr 2017
Cheap Photographs
Lynn Al-Abiad Apr 2017
You are only an image, an image of who you'd like to be.
Yes, your image doesn't resemble you.
You project strength but your eyes gleam weakness.
You stand tall, but your acts are hunchbacked.
You bore me.


- LynnAA
2017
511 · Nov 2016
Coldness In My Summer
Lynn Al-Abiad Nov 2016
People say "**** them with Kindness," but I would say offer flowers to their inner wars.



- LynnAA
Keep the cold out, and if it comes in, offer it wine to warm its blood.

21/11/2016
508 · Apr 2015
Cigarette, please
Lynn Al-Abiad Apr 2015
You linger in my mind
Just like nicotine would linger in my system if I ever decided to smoke



-LynnAA
Get me a pack of Marlboro Medium.

26/4/2015
507 · Jul 2016
Another Shattered Light
Lynn Al-Abiad Jul 2016
I was standing in front of you.
You taller than me.
I was looking down.

"If you're not happy, you can leave."

And on these words, my mind became numb.
And I pictured us:

You and I
Far from each other
In a wide room surrounded by big windows
And I'm walking away from you
And my heart took a sudden leap out of my chest towards you
And it kept pulling to the point where I couldn't walk anymore
And I was yelling my lungs out at it but it wouldn't listen
And I was pulling it back to me but it kept going towards you just like nickels go to magnets
And you stood there watching me fight with myself
Not coming to help
Neither leaving to help also

"Say something."

I look up to see you
My eyes swollen and my heart trying to find its way to you out of my chest.
I clear my throat and sigh.
Only then you hug me.
And I let you, knowing that, one day, I will be strong enough to pull my heart into my chest and leave you looking at a wide empty room while the light leaks through the big windows to cover the red tiles of the floor on which you are standing.



- LynnAA
11/7/2016
504 · Oct 2017
Take Away My Mirrors
Lynn Al-Abiad Oct 2017
I am all that is around me.



- LynnAA
18/10/2017
501 · May 2017
Chin-Chin!
Lynn Al-Abiad May 2017
Why do we want to keep each other caged?
Why is it a norm for us to feel pain after a separation?
The only way to love you is to set you free. No. Not physically.
I set you free when the thought of you doesn't burden my heart.
I set you free when I understand that what we did was an act of love coated with our human needs.
I set you free when I leave out of love.
I set you free when I know that by leaving, I love myself and only by loving myself can I love you.
I set you free when I believe that you have freed me of you the day you first laid your eyes on me.
I set you free when I understand that freeing someone is letting go of our needs that we hang on to so effortly.
I set you free when you are no longer a need.
I set you free so I can be free.



- LynnAA
Happy birthday. I love you.

18/05/2017
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