Pretty girls lifting up their skirts, while the moon is out.
Coming off strong the night still young, a mix of alcohol and doubt.
Ring around the torches whoever ***** on the porches, took a different route.

I can't decide
what I am anymore
Happy? Sad?
Drifting
in the middle
My nose is above the surface
while my mouth keeps swallowing the waves
So that I'm almost drowning
Almost breathing.

Old eyeglasses on wetland.
Deep footmarks in cold sand.
Green tide takes all.
LazharBouazzi, January 11, 2017

thank you for coming into my life
for knocking on my closed doors

i'm sorry for the days when it seem like there's no one on the other side,
for the days when i forget that i'm not alone

i know that you also get those kind of days,
when ghosts come uninvited
and i'm sorry for not being there

but i also know that you're strong
and capable of chasing them away
you're one of the strongest persons i've met
(but you're also one of the most fragile)

i'm thankful that the universe conspired for us to not only meet,
or cross paths
or be acquainted
or settle for what we already had
but also to be more than that

more than i ever thought would be possible
maybe it's just you and your persistence
that tied our constellations together

but it's bigger than that, it's bigger than us

he's bigger than the universe and its conspiracies
and i thank Him everyday for the gift of your existence

i often wonder if my impact on your life is as big as your impact on mine
i know that it's not

you're surrounded by all these wonderful people
and i'm happy that you are

just remember that i may not be the first person you will run to
but i'll always be here for you

and i will always support you
in whatever you do
in wherever you go
in whoever you choose to be
or to be with

i will always support you
or not if it'll probably
be something you'll regret after

i have a bad history with friendship
i am filled with distant memories from strangers
with moments from the time of what once was

it's sad
and i don't want that to happen to us

i hope not

because i want to be there in your future
i want to be part of your future

you're one of the brightest constellations i've seen
(even on your bad days)
and i want to witness your good days
your best days

the days we've always dreamed of,
the unforgettable ones
the ones that doesn't involve school and tiring routines

i know that we'll make it

i wish you all the happiness
and fewer sad days

i also wish you love
may you find it at the right place
at the right time
from the right people

and from yourself

because you are not as terrible as you think you are

you are loved, you are wanted
and believe me—
we are thankful for your existence,
i am thankful for your existence

*(and i hope that this day will be one of the unforgettable ones)

Beat Hit Me Like A Punch In My Face
Beat Broke Like My Heart in 00'
Words Lingered On Around My Heart Like A Leech ******* My Blood

Made Me Feel Like I was Real
Made Me Feel Like I was Powerful
Made Me Feel Like I was meant to be here

4 Your Eyez Only

I am listening for the name to be called of our next President.
I am listening for the ring of the Liberty Bell to sound again.
I am listening for happiness to be discussed on the sidewalks of my town.
I am listening for my name to be called on graduation day.
I am listening for my name to be called on commencement day.
I am listening for the buzz of the city outside of my apartment in Boston.
I am listening for a pleasant change to be reverberated throughout society.
I am listening for a rebirth of happiness to excite the nation.
I am listening for the happiness inside me to awaken.
I am listening for that voice inside my head that encourages me.
I am listening for the sound of true love that speaks from the heart.
I am listening for the words, "Will you marry me?"
I am listening for the cries of a baby.
I am listening for the endless, "I love you's."
I am listening for the cries of a second child.
I am listening for the gentle small talk of dog walkers in my suburban neighborhood.
I am listening for the rush of busy work that floods my office.
I am listening for endless presentations I must listen to in order to pay my bills.
I am listening for the excitement in my friends' voices when they tell me they're engaged.
I am listening for the cries of my friends' babies.
I am listening for my children's names to be called on their graduation day.
I am listening for the sermons at my parents' funerals.
I am listening for this cycle to repeat itself throughout time.
I am listening for the afternoon breeze tickling the tree branches as I sit beside my husband in rocking chairs in our later years.
I am listening for that voice in my head to tell me that I did it, that I lived an amazing life.
Finally, I am listening for the sound of God's voice to say one word, "Welcome".

There's a horrifying darkness in caring too much.
I am empathetic
and I am emotional
but deep within, I feel something so dark
so terrifying
that I find myself
pleading to a God I don't believe in
to end this punishment
and set me free