Her bare feet and palms are the shade of half ripe maroon dates.
Her strong silhouette, a gazelle at sunset.
Eyes are dark brown granules of coffee.
The clanks of gold jewellery on her forehead and ankles,
her sweet aroma of roses fused with jasmine saturate air.
Her fiery soul - a wild Arabian horse yet untamed by bedouins.
Her sun kissed skin glimmers under sunlight;
falcons are constrained with the touch of her fingertips.
She stands tall as she carries her pride,
tall as she hums with the gentle birds.

We ancient women, are an unbroken chain of tribal ancestry,
interlinked by blood and soul. Our lineage, a mother's lullaby,
carried by the wind that disperses sand,
wind that shakes  the core of oceans.

You should be here with me
My heart is as empty as the side of the bed that you used to sleep on
And my life's crashing harder than the waves on the shore like when you first kissed me
And I'm falling harder and faster into loneliness than I was when I fell for you
And I know there's no stopping this
But you should be next to me
Kissing each freckle on my arm and tracing "I love you" into my palm because each letter deserved it's own recognition for it made up a larger picture
And you should be next to me
With my head leaning onto the very shoulder I spent entire nights crying into
You should be beside me
But I guess this was all besides the point
And now you're next in line for a new girl
I just wish you would give me a next chance

Hello old friends,
For you art thine only ones who hear this dismemberment,
A chocolate tint I need to paint you,
You've grown ugly since I have left!
Solid color,
You depress me oh walls,
Reminding me one is not come to see me,
Though where shall she be? As I write in moribund manner!
No daily planner dear walls, don't need none of those!
The mall you suggest!!? Think again you liar you,
Yet scarred as me its all soo true,
We've seen the grave and back!
Some judgment we have taken eh old friend?
Like you thine peelings haven't just began,
But match the rotted wood!
Shy you say I am ol walls, for you are just as well!
Well yes, a little shy I guess,
After all,
All the heartbrakes I've been presented with really can keep one silent!!!

Whisper into
The wind. and
Hear it tell you
To be silent. for
Only the wind may whisper