I like being alone.
That’s how I knew you were different.
For the first time ever I craved someone else’s company more than my own.

i write to enlight
myself to survive
the path i chose
to have in life
so i scream
please
who could hear?
or see?
or relate
to the kid who
hides alone
at the break
high on
the steps
that are made
from within
his soul and craved
in an art form
so he could have a home
to bear the storm
coming to reform
the norms
of his instincts
Masked
so he keeps distant
Blind
trying to keep a link with the
Mystics
and it works
since it's
from within  
the layers of the skin
that makes my head spin
every time i remember where i have been.

Words Of Harfouchism

They were good to me; too good
I wanted them; too much
I was addicted to them

Her mother was a breath of smoke
her gentle grey curls sooth me whenever we met
she surrounded me with sense of comfort, a sense of belonging
I needed her, and she knew I needed her

Her father was the tobacco
his presence left a sweet taste in my mouth
he was always there for me; he never left me
I craved him, and he knew I craved him

She was the cigarette connecting me to them
She drew me in with her charm
her sleek, slender, beautiful body making me want her
I could hold her, and she wanted me to hold her

I knew my fate
I had seen relatives go and never come back
crumbled, destroyed never to be desired again
broken in half, forgotten, hated ridiculed, blamed
I knew my fate, but I didn’t care

They were good to me; too good
I wanted them; too much
I was addicted to them

"Dance with me"
She said
"Take more of me"
Morals and manners
Tossed aside
He earnestly did
As she craved
Intense moments shared
Then some how
It happened
With no conscience
Deliberative deceit
It seemed sudden
He had seemed infallible
She knew he wasn't
He never knew
And their world
Shattered