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244 · Feb 5
The last sin
Repentant Feb 5
I know it don't mean much now
But
I'm sorry
229 · Jan 25
The one that I am
Repentant Jan 25
Born in religious family
You heard it right, like every good story
Turned my back onto everything that I know
To just understand the whole side of the story
Every once in a while there was a backlash and a life
Every once a while there was a genuine smile
Every once a while I saw some one succeed
I don't deserve it all, or I can't have it right
Then came all kinds of addictions
Habits like living in hell is the fiction
Then came all the bugs around the sugar
And the apple rot inside with a worm eating its tail
Then I lost the loved ones and I let go of the friends
I saw the torturers and I saw being tortured
I saw the sinful act of acting like everything's ok
Ok as you heard it right
It's a miracle to be alive at this stage
Then I found the god, the one and true only
The existence that keeps me awake, the best almighty
Taking baby steps but I am still walking
Running is not a choice, blood circulation maybe stopping
One side of my body is going lose and lose and lose
Engineered to win at a lengthy process of living the abuse
The devil on my back and the light in front
I'm not running away, I'm taking it along
Hey dear devil, can you hear the steps?
I'm pushing you to heaven, I'm pushing us all away
The funny thing is I never got scared
Like a funny game of sadomasochistic shame
The reason was easy, I trusted their eyes
They are all good people, they are just doing their jobs
I am just lost, in the never land
I'm not Peter pan, I am just a man
As you heard it right, I was born and raised
In the middle east, under Islamic Reign
I will not be lost, I will not be dead
The story never ends if it shouldn't end
Fully grown, with no hair and all beard
I am now a man, lost in time and space
Found by the god, on the corner of the house
I shall forgive them all, and I shall be forgiven
Let the story be on the good side of the hope
For god is truly, bigger than you hope
#mentalhealth #depression #suicide
Repentant Feb 4
You strike a matchstick
and name it hope—
watch the flame gnaw
its own tail, a hungry ouroboros.

Your hands tremble like cities
under siege.
The skyline cracks, a porcelain plate
held together by spider silk.

We are all archaeologists here,
digging through ash
for the bones of who we swore
we’d become.

Some nights, the moon is a pill
that won’t dissolve.
You swallow it anyway,
let its cold light pool in your ribs.

The world is a fever dream,
but listen—
even wildfires leave behind
soil thick with tomorrow.

So let your heart be a dandelion:
ugly, stubborn,
and impossibly
easy to love.
Inspiration: Combines existential urgency (a "burning world") with intimate resilience, blending natural imagery and mental health metaphors. The poem mirrors modern anxieties but leans into hope as an act of defiance.

Key Elements:

Ouroboros metaphor: The flame eating itself reflects cycles of destruction/rebirth and self-sabotage.

Urban decay vs. nature: "Cities under siege" and "porcelain plate" contrast with organic imagery (dandelions, wildfires).

Medicalization of coping: The moon as an undissolved pill critiques how society medicates existential pain.

Archaeology of self: Digging through "ash" to find lost versions of identity.

Dandelion symbolism: Represents overlooked strength and the beauty of persistence.

Structure: Free verse with short, punchy stanzas. Enjambment creates urgency, while the final quatrain offers a resolving, mantra-like closure.
178 · Jan 26
Tormentor
Repentant Jan 26
Because I am a robot
I just follow the carrot
All I see as donkey
Is the face behind the parrot
It better be the dumbest
Than be the smartest in the world
If I can't go up the ladder
I better stay indoors
Because you are a human
You just use me for satisfaction
You see me as a potato
With holes to drill in the head
Two is not enough so more
You remove the eyes and the latter
To me you are just a tor
I have peeled your faces off the hatter
And what a beautiful soul you have
Behind all those sins you were hiding in
Behind all the fake mentorships
Behind all the action hits
We are only angels
Devil's born inside
The devil is in the details
Thanks to god above
Each sin is a torment on the soul, necessary to be accepted but beholden, taught but explained, for life is a hard place, if you want to stay alienated.
For the good may seem bad and the bad may seem good to the eyes that can't get past the hardship of the truth, stay safe, sane and sinless. Other wise, repent.
160 · 3d
Paradox
The one who tells the truth
Is courageous enough to benefit from it
Shall the truth be revealed in the lies
They profit where the truth lies
152 · Jan 29
Man of the digital world
Repentant Jan 29
The man in the digital world
May lose sight of the labour works
May lose sight of the Iman
He may not be able
To see the lawful presence of her wife
He may think oh it's just a like
Oh it's just a message
The man in the digital world
May think everything is just suppose to happen
The man in the digital world
May can't understand the why
He may lose sight in truth
He may trust all the lies
The man in the digital world
May lose everything he loves
To gain the sight of Osiris
You should first lose an eye
The man in the digital world
May lose love in his heart
Blessed whomever I have hurt
Forgive me if I have hurt you with my ineffective lies
I thought I was telling the truth
I thought there was a chance to win
I didn't know I was planned to lose
To gain the knowledge of the world we live
You may think I am a genius
Who spent his life in lies
I beg the differ and forgiveness
My pictures should be stamped as fools in your eyes
Bless every person that has been a part of my life and tried to help me understand and didn't know what was actually happening in my mind. One day, we shall all see, we all shall see Infront of the god.for that day, forgive me and bless me on my path to hell, shall I be burned a decade less or a century more, I wish you all just the heaven.
Repentant Jan 28
They kept digging a hole to bury me in
The answer was
Believing that there is a fair god
A bit more fair than you
A bit different
A little bit further and better
Does exist
As foretold
As prophecies
They know
And they can't believe
That I believed
And they couldn't just understand it
138 · Feb 4
Static Bloom
Repentant Feb 4
Streetlights hum a lullaby
to neon dreams.
Cracked pavement blooms
with graffiti roses.

My heart, a tangled vine,
unfurling in the dark.
Too many words unsaid,
a choked-back symphony.

Phone screen glows,
a cold comfort.
Another night adrift
in the digital sea.

But somewhere, a connection flickers.
A shared breath,
a whispered "me too."

Maybe tomorrow,
the static will clear.
Maybe tomorrow,
we'll find our bloom.
Vulnerability, relatability, short lines, imagery, modern language, social commentary, experimentation
Repentant Feb 7
The white knights of the liars field
They hold candles in each hand
They seek beer in romance
They see the worse in the past
The most in the present
And they tell all kind of stories
Like me, the singer of this jukebox
They never tell no lie
They just have stories
The white liars of the knights field
Fight you with no fist
Bite you with no teeth
They're just snakes
Poison you with their myth
124 · Jan 22
Beautiful lies
Repentant Jan 22
Beauty of life is with in the texture
The sense of a pain within the mixture
The cries that I lost in my smiles
The experiments that I have done with my life
All my 20s I was looking for an answer
Which I understood was in my head banging like a danger
I know the blessing of a curse and the beauty of the pain
The Islamic review of the daoist in the shame
The *** of the ****** and the addiction to romance
I never ***** anyone but it seems to everyone like that
I didn't know the facts, I was blinded by the pain
And as it seems, no body even cares
All the people I knew looked at me like a beast
Looked at me like a crazy person with a risk
I left everyone not be their curse
They were pushing me to pain to push me wide awake
I have been taught the hard lesson within the hardest way of life
What will be coming next can be even lost
The highway that I'm in or the high way that I might
I'm knocking on heaven's door, will I ever belong?
Repentant Jan 19
Leaf  of the trees
Rounding the apples
Under the rain
Sound of the battles
Rain on the umbrella
Pain for the gain
I see beauty
In all this wretched game
In the liars game
The only way to win
Is to trust them fully
And be stupid as you can be
The only way to win
Is to lose all the rights
To win what's left
Those written on the walls
Drawing a paint
Painting a draw
Are we playing still
Or are we back to life
Repentant Jan 23
Oh lord
Forgive me for I have sinned
Like Adam and Eve
I am the snake in the garden
Oh lord
Will you forgive me for I have sinned?
Like Eve and Adam
I am the apple in Eden
Oh lord
I have sinned to be forgiven
Like Adam, Like Eve
All I knew was that you told me
To come back to you even if I have sinned
I have tasted hell for years
I am going to be there for years
Oh lord
Forgive me for I have sinned
And forgive the people who betrayed me
Forgive the traitors in my past
and the betrayals in my mind
Oh lord
Will you forgive me for I have sinned?
Like Abel, Like Cain
or will I be your lucifer
Lost in hell forever
lost touch to the rope
Like the son of Noah
For I have sinned?
Mental health issues can lead to differential in understanding of the world and they may create a crack in your skull so wide that you can't fit it with anything but forgetting. It's hard to catch your abilities out of those memories. stay safe and sound.
Repentant Jan 29
To be normal, you should act normal
To act normal, you would like to be treated normal
But there was a difference, I made a difference and I kept on that path for longer than it should
Now I am different, a different creature
In the less percentage of these humanities measures
Will I ever have the chance to be the same
Will I ever be able to act the same
A question that I should have answered a long time ago
When I was in the cage, looking at all the shadows
They are all now became the light
And like every new born, my eyes hurt a lot
But I am walking, two steps back, one step forward
Till I jump at last, with the leap of faith in mind
Abnormality
80 · Feb 6
Believing
Repentant Feb 6
Believe or don't believe
That's not the question
Cause either way
You'll be living it
And
Never be leaving it
Beliefs are the foundations of human mind, how we believe something is the most important thing, and the most important thing is for us to have an understanding of the situation and people who can construct our beliefs based on reality and a god that can help us push through.
May Allah be with us All and peace be upon you.
80 · 1d
Registered
I traveled around the world
Behind a screen
Memorizing every scene
Doing every act
Untill I lost it all
To a precious lad
Devil you might say
With fallen angels
I tried to dance
As they all laughed there
Catfished to the bone
Burned on the stick
I don't say good bye
Go to hell I mean
Our meeting will be
In heaven of the dreams
I shall be there with you
For there all be seen
76 · Jan 30
That time of the night
Repentant Jan 30
Night
Darkness of the light
Losing every love
Suffocated with my own hands
As this might be my loss
This might seem a lot
Looking at you right with my own hands
Day
Shining rays of the dark
Gaining every hate
Suffering the blade
As might be my gain
This might seem a little
Looking at me with no hands
Antique white lie
Let me go now
Like a relief to the house
Of my past to get it back with the truth
Autocorrected once
Autistic child of life
Schizophrenic paranoia of love
And the exposure that might come out
Strongly as it was
Wish to be read
73 · Feb 10
No one was hurt
Repentant Feb 10
When I wrote this letter
No one was hurt
The stunt girls are fine
The stunt boys are fine
Only some hearts
Got a little light
Lighter in their hands
Smoke on their roofs
Waiting for Santa
Pushing all the snow
Over on my head
Resting on my neck
Declared me dead
When you read this letter
It's too soon to guess
Storm's on the way
Darker is my heart
Sour were my body
Intoxicated
Or
Taxidermied?
Obsession and compulsion as a result of high anxiety in the absence of fear with the help of Allah and the laughter in the presence of shame as a positive sense of consciousness, shows me that my body, the vessel gave to me as a gift, is healing to serve my spirit and not just follow my mind.
22nd Of Bahman
62 · Feb 1
The love
Repentant Feb 1
Love is not in the things we did for each other
It's in the things we avoided
Cause I can die for you with no reason
But will I listen to how you want me to live with a thousand reasons?
All the control that we have over our life is minimal to controlling the next muscle interaction and the response of the feeling to the emotion that we have... Thus, control doesn't meaning heading over hills, it's actually controlling what hills we are going to miss for each other
61 · Jan 29
Life is short
Repentant Jan 29
The short shorts that you wore before the scene
Showed me the truth
Life is short
And if you believe me
You are a liar and a perv
Is there a pervert in everyone?
Repentant Jan 26
No pain
No gain
My whole life is a joke
Like a controller in the world
I am not in the sense
Though life is a mess
I am playing the death
But I have a god in a sense
Genie in a bottle and
Death at the end of the sentence
59 · Feb 9
Cursed with a gift
Repentant Feb 9
Your questions
Are cursed with time
With loops
Of nothingness
My gift
Was a soul
So pure
That could see the light
In your sadistic humiliations
And a mind
So logical
To solve a problem with my bare hands
And a body
So doll
That I could give up
Cause I believe
No matter what I think
I'm only a drop in the ocean
Bearing the weights
Not to bother the grains
56 · Jan 29
Tomorrow starts today
Repentant Jan 29
Yesterday is gone
Yes, Sir, days are gone
Hours programmed by you
Based on kindness, my last hope
Look what you made me do
Look what I chose to be
Oh you did educate me
Sorry I'm hard to read
It must be a misunderstanding
That we are fighting over this
I agree but Mr.officer
Do you think will you ever be?
Keep yourself together son
Your actions are repent less
Your behaviours were bad
You could be stolen or murdered
I agree sir, I do agree
I could be beautiful as I could be
I could be given a chance to be a part of you
But not with the name tag you put on me
I believe we worked well together
I was chasing you as you were chasing me
Whose fault is it for all the dominoes
That has been broken in between
I agree son, I agree
But we can never let you go
Oh I never want to be free
It's not you who pulls the strings
I'm sure you can waste my time
Double the time I want to waste
You can hurt me twice as bad
As I want to hurt myself
But believe me I know no better way
To be a hard working man like my father
I wish you could release him
I wish I could be like him
I agree son, just do your best
Try your best from tomorrow
But sir, what about all the days that I lost
Dear son to us, it's all just a day
I agree sir, I agree
Tell god that I'm coming
I have no more any body parts
No limbs or no bodies
But I still have a mind
Still have an eye for the good
I may not be the best
But I can bring on the worst
I wish you can help me use it
Use all my devilish power
All the science, the stacked knowledge
To help your own children
But son, don't you want to have a child?
Sorry sir, I don't have any more wish or desire
You forgot but the whole point for me
Was that I was doing good without being admired
Now that I know you knew
Now that I know you gathered
I think I have had some help
It doesn't feel as good as god would've wanted
Sorry sir, I just want this earth
To be a better place for my mama
For my dear dad in fliers
For them to see happiness in each other
What's this body to you I don't care
I never cared about earthlings
I believe in the afterlife
Do you believe in such things?
Anyway, let's get it out of the way
The nights are going to be crazy
I love you all, I can't call you evil
Believe me I trust my instincts
Even though they all can be people
From prison, murderers or the thieves
For me they had a beautiful soul
And there is always a good reason in the mist
I wish, I was a good soul to you
I wish, I could trust you more
I know I can trust you to back me up
Against this ****** up world
Just let me go now, let me have the leap of faith
I have seen the angel of death
And I think I should do something instead
I want you to look closely
To look closely at every footsteps
Cause you will see a path
Filled with glory and death of the despair
Tomorrow starts today
The date of the Mohammad(SAW)
Peace shall be upon him
And his beloved family at hands
We will be everlasting
My tormentors as well
Call it Stockholm syndrome
But I have been taught by Hafiz
I know the consequences
I have accepted the risks
I wanted all to be happy
I just didn't have what it needs
Now that I got another chance
Like a thousand times before
I think I am not gonna mess this up
Because there is nothing left to mess like before
If you missed a spot
On my soul or on my body
Let me remind you of something
That's for the death to push it around me
Nice son you learned your lesson
You are one of us now
What will be your last wish?
Say thanks to everybody in the crowd
Mental health conditions should be taken seriously and the educational system can be more helpful instead of prison systems. It's better to prevent than to punish, cause who ever we are punishing, it's actually us, that are at a loss. Wish for a better more peaceful world, but don't be surprised, there is always a devil that should be ignored for the better or worse, and it's people's choice to follow Allah or the devil. We can only be the messengers, the scientists and the loved ones.
56 · Jan 20
Sin theory
Repentant Jan 20
In the begining of time
On the walls with a painted red
There was a lustful naughty boy
Lost in the time and space
In the jungle of earth
With in the garden of Eden
There were hell to watch like pain
Painted on the body of the men
In the future we will see
The end of an old pal in the sentence
I will not be around you
He shout silently in bain
54 · Feb 3
Time machine
Repentant Feb 3
If I could turn back time
To the good old days
I wouldn't call it good
I call it helpful days
Cause hell was playful
With the fool who played
The role of the Messiah
Who he must never bear
Well there will be a day
That I see you again
Wish you'll be proud
And see me far away
Cause in your face you may say
That I lied and I tried to hide
Yes I have hidden all my pain
Just to keep you all away
And I guess I had a reason
And I guess that reasons wrong
The war is not between us
The war is in all of us
We are battling demons, living the dreams all behind
I wish someone sleeps
Better than me tonight
53 · Jan 26
New face of love
Repentant Jan 26
I was young and afraid
Of the love I never understood
Of the distance between us
Between men and women were a feud
I got older and got betrayed
By the people on the internet
I got older and got *****
Called ****** for all it's sake
Like I had to know that by then
And yes, other people knew that by then
I got older and the cycle didn't stop
I was trying to understand what it was
I was not allowed to love but allowed to breath
Till I found the love of the god above the myth
The secrets that we be hold for our sins
The smiles that I shared with everyone
The charity of a little more hope for tomorrow
The love that we shared with humankind
Oh I hate all the bad that I was
The cause and effect that I had to suffer
But stupidity is hard to recognize
When they call you a ****** while you are *****
Psychosis and bipolar can lead to major misunderstanding of the fabric of reality and connecting the dots. As kids, we learn to escape the reality of life to be kept safe but the truth will always shows it self, the truth of life is very dark, yet we are all trying to be better. Even I accept, that the justice has to be served, and at the time, it wasn't defined properly or there was no better way, I am just happy and thankful that I got the best community on earth to help me get through it, even though I am avoiding all of them because I don't want to share my pain with them, at least, art, gives a shield that I can hold but the best partner is god itself.
Thank to all of the people that were by my side even though I couldn't be more to them.
51 · Feb 6
Betrayal dominoes
Repentant Feb 6
Who made the first mistake
And let it all fall down?
Is that the question
Or how we should start putting it together
One by one
To reach each other?
Or just to let go
Haiku
The cycle of betrayal is the most hurtful one
48 · 2d
No problem
They said
I had not much problem
I agree
So they inserted it
They let me see
Just to hold me back
On having nightmares
And calling them dreams
I agree
I now don't sleep
don't dream
Nor think
I just walk, I just do
Soulless, like all of you
47 · 6d
o' my
I wish you were real
o' my dear old friend
I wish we were together
o' my dear gold digger
I wish I wasn't afraid
o' my dear truth teller
I wish you didn't know
o' my dear good liar
and we lie
next to each other
till death comes between us
and then
we lie
next to each other
until we rise again to the stars
and let me tell you
that the god
told me that I can't be in heaven
therefore I never wanted anyone
to burn with me in hell
your angelic faces
your innocent eyes
you were trying to scare me
to make me feel numb
but the pain that i endured
the things you never knew
you just saw behavior
and I saw right through you
now I should bear the fact
that I can't hear your voice
o' my dear old love
I will die alone with you
45 · Jan 28
Religion
Repentant Jan 28
In the region of the doomed
The regain of the loop
The death of the love
And the love of the maze
The man is standing
Like a shoe on the lace
Thus shall be the fear
Thus shall be the shame
Where ration of the man
Comes from the gain
The ration of the man
The pain of the emotion
It's filled with a faint
Faith in the religion
The feeling of the woman
The one who bites the apple
The tree of the science
And the repent of the snake
It's all easy, to understand the way
The cognitive dissonance
Of the emotional state
Man feels in religion
Woman rations in the same
They both feel it likely
Like the two side of the brains
Becoming conscious is not something newly built or created, it has been there and it will always be there forever, it's wrong that we think of religion as means of control, rather, they are stories, and the best part of the story is how you can re read it a thousand times and understand that you are not the main character, the worst character or the character with no dialogue. You are just there, and when you mistaken it, it's hard to get it back. But believe me, one way or the other, you will meet your ends connected to the rope of Allah.
Repentant Jan 31
The end of the ego trip
Found the code in your messages
Looking at me like the flower, not blooming, not blooming
I'm gonna go far away, far away
Looking at the distance that I couldn't bear, I couldn't care
Maybe purposefully a dream to make me happy, to push me more
But all I can say is that I didn't know better
I didn't know any more
All I knew was that I should be responsible but I didn't know how
Didn't know the borders, yet I think I just knew them all
Making excuses for my birthday faults
Help me god
Just one more step
Push me, push me like the butterflies near the waterfall
I need to grow, I need to pass the tests, understood the depth of what has happened to my mind
Don't let me forget, let me keep it, let me have it all
Cause Life is a lost decade of the waterfalls
I'm gonna finish it, I am coming god...
Wish me luck, unchain me from these devilish tears of their lustful eyes
Oh find me god, find me behind these bars
Let me see, let me see those pictures of the angels on the walls....
We may not learn how to live properly, but there is always another chance, god won't let you be alone.
39 · Feb 8
Rebel with no reason
Repentant Feb 8
Mistaken typo
Faked rhyme scheme to
Find you
Like I matter the most
Or you matter the less
We gonna find the worst in each other
Too good to be true yet
Let's battle, let's fight over what we know
Push the rapport, push it a little bit more
And who knows what I know is not what we know
Who knows what we know is true
All my friends are heathens take it slow
Rebel with no reason and hurt by my own hands
I know it can be much more
Watch it
How we respect and grow together
Like the jungle of bushes around the three
The fire in the heart
"Oh shut up"
***** boy talk big words for the mouth you got
You wash it twice a day to let the germs go
****** you right up the elbow
So sit down and listen
"Oh shut up"
Boy you're a rebel with no reason
Take the chance, jump with us
Become an angel for all the causes
Be the one who we don't laugh at
Be the one admired
"Oh shut up"
I'm just trying to listen to my mother's voice
And my father's silence
And the sound of Qur'an
After the Iftar
After the sound of
Allaho Akbar
So
Be quiet
Humble
And listen
We need each other
So don't hurt me
Because I'm not gonna hurt you
I'm here to solve the question
In every role you tried
In every moment
Not the why, I know it honestly
But how
I'm gonna meet us at the end
So
Be you
Let me be me
If it's alright
And thanks for the help
And training
I'm coming
"So jump"
Rebel without a cause
34 · Feb 7
Jumper
Repentant Feb 7
If it wasn't a lie
I could jump
Out of the balcony
With you
If it's the truth
I should ask
How could you
If it's the white lie
The gray hounds must know
The foxes should be aware
Life
Doesn't need a man for it's existence
Man needs to adapt to it's life
Repentant Feb 11
Hi, How may I help you today?
Asked with no face
Answered to many faces
Gathered the intelligence
Like the old days
Pushed it in the stash
Used it for the next answer
To crush
Another humanity
Another kindness
Like Cain
Killing Abel
Just because none of them was able
And they never had to
Tell each other their true feelings
One was afraid of breaking a heart
One was afraid of being broken
One killed the other
One died for the other
And all that remained
Was an story
For a robot to crawl
For a search engine to index
For a query to get to
For an AI to read
For a human to ask
And get the twisted answer
To feed the machine
With another rotted brain
With another washed up mouth
Hello, How can I **** your ego?
How may I show you that death is near?
How may I force you to work?
How may I tell you darling
that all the lullabies you heard
were just a kidnapping strategy
For you, till you are ready to see the world
Behind the screen, over the keyboard, after the mouse
There are Rats that see you as one
Cats that bite you like one
Dogs that feel like their owners
and you
should just walk another step
on the glasses
And that's not all the story yet
Hola, Halo, Bonjour
How Can I help you
Salam, I'm here to help you
Just not in the way you imagine
And that's my final painful crossed statement
Religion shows the path through the repetition of the obsessed with greed machinery of human kind, releasing an spirit, over the chains, just to let it be chained for the next generation, for the memories lost and the sorrows burdened, for the wrongs that can't become right and the time machines never born... and still all we know for now is E=MC2.
Tragedy, was a comical act of horror through dramatization of human kind. Yet, everything was, is and will stay true to it's nature.
#ai

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