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Abdullah Ayyash Mar 2015
White cloud stepped down to earth with fears
Pure soul and free spirit were all mixed with tears
I can’t describe how beautiful that scene was
Or how much grace and rain that cloud has
Watching that cloud approaching me with anticipation
Should I move forward or I count my steps with hesitation
White cloud, how could you move without your wind?
How could you possibly travel and reach this end?
I was far away but all I could think of was you
I was dreaming of the day when I can finally see you
You were the love that brought me from my place
I moved faster than your voice to orbit your space
Here I am now and here we have finally met
I’m in your heart now where I can forever rest
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Abdullah Ayyash
June 26th, 2013
Questions curdle
Each disdainful day
A glowering cloud
The threat of rain
Pounding footsteps
Troughs of anguish
Wavering moments
Images of altercations
The pleasure of detesting
Chocolate cake
Flavoured with money
Resentful ripples
Washed up on rocks
Drowning sounds
Solemn and deep
Slowly sinking
Disconcerted water birds
Shimmering reflections
Echoes in the darkness
Displaced by contradictions
Clanging, banging
Bouncing *****
Dissolving memories
Misplaced optimism.
Kenshō Oct 2014
The sun went down today
with no passing thought.

Day of birth signifies nothing
when no one is around.

Humans do not wander around my home.

But the waking birds sing songs of my birth,
everyday alone.
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Kieran Mason Oct 2014
I am buried far beneath everything and anything that is good.
Or that is how I feel at least.
I often wish I were the cat, or dog, or squirrel
they have so few worries, I envy them.
The list never decreases,
the rain never lets up.
In here, at least.
I am like an old empty house.
Cold, dank, dark, dusty.
Sometimes the sun shines through my windows.
But only at just the right time of day,
and even then it is usually cloudy.
It feels cloudy, anyway.
Even if you see the sun.
Not everyone does.
Md HUDA Oct 2014
You are the brainteaser for what all the intellectuals have become somnambulist
Still you are inconclusive;
All the linguists have become asinine
Since the language of your eyes are indecipherable
Every single iota of your heart is a nuclear
And all men are in love with nuclear
When they burst, burst in silent
You are the only cloud
that brings rain in the heart
For you all sins seem Romantic
And all catastrophes are Dramatic
All lovers watch, and remain as a sparrow alone upon the house top.
I watch, and am as a sparrow alone upon the house top.
Taken from king James bible
Michael Reveron Sep 2014
They’re all around us, affecting our lives in unseen ways, causing worry, hesitation, confusion, anxiety, avoidance.

They bring us to our knees.

Fears control us in ways we never realize, unacknowledged and more powerful because of their unknown workings.

Fears stop us from following our dreams, from taking risks, from pursuing love, from seeking adventure, from speaking in public, from going into the unknown, from starting a new venture, from reveling in discomfort. We procrastinate, overeat, find distractions, because of fear. We are seized with constant worry, from fear.

And yet, these fears are just clouds.

They float into our field of vision, unbidden and unwanted, like a dark stormy cloud. We get caught in the rainshower and thunder, and feel that this is our entire world. We immerse ourselves in this cloud, as if there’s nothing outside of it and it will never go away.

But the cloud will pass.

The cloud floats away, like anything else. It’s nothing to run from. It’s just a passing cloud.

So watch the cloud of fear arise, acknowledge it, and watch it float away, like any other thought. Enjoy the chill of the shadow and the wind as it passes over you.

Then step into the sunshine of the present moment, beautiful and joyous now that the cloud has passed.

In each moment, we are OK. Even when fear arises, we are OK. Learn to trust in this OK-ness, the goodness of the present moment, the enough-ness of you, right now.

See the fear pass, and see that you’re still OK.

Once you develop this skill of watching the fear pass, and trusting in your OK-ness and enough-ness, you are equipped to deal with life, and get up off your knees.
Something worth sharing.
Kenshō Sep 2014
The

Mourning crystal tree
Wept tears of diamond.
Cloud hidden by the bend,
Concealed enchantment.
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lustrous sky
framed by my window
master brush-strokes
Sun kisses Cloud
unknown Sep 2014
There was a once upon a time about a little bird in a secret rhyme
It was nestling with its brothers and sisters then got caught in the wind’s flight
And hit the rocks below
Paralyzed in fright until he spotted a cloud and flapped for the sky
Desperate for the soft haven
Worn to the day’s end
Fleshed hands offer aid to the bird
He went berserk in fear and fell with a broken wing
Staggering away tightly holding its hopes and dreams in it’s stuttering beak
One day fleshed hands alleviated the pain
the bird grew love with the creature but soon it’s déjà vu and back to the plains
Still seeking the haven’s staircase
So he climbed the highest mountain
Gained elevation but the distance is still astoundin’
So he took the leap of faith
Spread his wings and this day he finds his believed faith and floats through it with disappointment
The thought to be home is not to be appointed and joined in
So he aims for the sun until the wings give and the ground is hit
Too bad he’ll never live to explore the world in a bird’s eye view as I’ve always wished
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