ITS A MOMENT OF TIME BEFORE I RUN OUT OF RHYMES. RHYMES MEANING LOVE, MA HEART FEELS EMPTY LIKE A GUN WITHOUT BULLETS, I GUESS YOU FORGOT TO RELOAD. YOU STAND THERE WATCHING ME.....WHAT NEXT YOU'RE GONNA CHANGE THE CHANNEL AND FIND SOMEONE ELSE? WELL YOU CAN'T THE BATTERY IS DEAD ALL THAT FLIRTATION WENT STRAIGHT TO YOUR HEAD, DESPITE ALL OF THAT I DON'T WANT YOU TO GO IF YOU DO TIME WILL MOVE SLOW AND EVERYTHING WILL BREAKDOWN, MA HEART WOULD SHATTER WITHOUT A SOUND. SOMETIMES WE ARGUE, SOMETIMES WE FUSS BUT IT ALL COMES DOWN TO....WHAT HAPPEN TO US? NOW YOU HAVE ME THINKING A COUPLE MONTHS BACK, WAS THAT THE REAL YOU OR JUST A LOVE ACT. YOU HAVE ME CONFUSED LIKE A WOMAN WHEN SHE WALKS INTO A STORE TO BUY NEW SHOES. LOOK AT ME!!, SOMETIMES I WONDER IF I'M YOUR FRIEND OR YOUR ENEMY. AS I SAID BEFORE ITS A MOMENT OF TIME BEFORE I RUN OUT OF RHYMES....RHYMES MEANING LOVE.

Sitting at my computer and starring at the screen
I'm starting to get bored and feel like I want to scream!
I'm bored out of mind without a muse
Praying that I soon get an idea to use

Looking at my poem links
starting to think my work really stinks
I finally get inspired and it lights off a spark
I'm starting to feel like a glow in the dark

I'm trying to get a interesting find
but as soon as the electricity goes off so does my mind
That was the moment where I get angry, upset and it cant be ignored
It repeats it cycle and I'm at the beginning of ''I'm bored''

When I lay in bed,
Trying to sleep.
When I close my eyes,
Thinking so deep.
When it becomes too late,
I fall asleep.
When I dream of a dream,
I can’t upkeep.
When all my senses,
Start to seep.
To the nonexistence,
Want to creep.
That’s the moment,
Forever,
I want to keep.

Abdullah Ayyash
October 2nd, 2010

In the cave I wait,
smoke filling the lungs,
masking the smell, hiding
the face.
I the fire starter,
in the bears domain, playing my game.
A moving shadow, a vicious snarl. Approaching swiftly, what a clumsy animal.  
The blade glistens with minimal light. Entering the furry hide, the eyes fade. A soul dissipating with the cloud. A trade, gifted at death. One heroic effort for a bite at last.

A french toast,
A cup of tea,
Next to a window,
And a soul,
Bring sunshine to my life.

Oh how I miss,
Every moment,
Of that breakfast.

Moment of passion,
Like a smile,
So easily shared.

I'm not dead
I'm not absent
And I'm not even dormant.
I'm in waiting.
Actively waiting
For another
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It's a moment
That takes your breath
And then it's gone away.
A group of words
Just like so,
Or
A landscape
Whose perfection
Cannot be captured
In a photo or a painting.
Or
A painting
Whose impossible implications
Tear away at your brain
Until there's nothing left to
Understand.
Or
The chorus
Of a song,
Sang by someone
Who is unmistakeably
And irresistibly
In awe.
Or to be this person
Stuck in sleepless slumber
Never daring to dream of
An alternative to
Who they are.

These are the moments.

Slowly your fingers dance over my skin
Creating sparks between us
You rediscover my hands
Once again laugh at my rigid thumb
My legs cross yours
While I lay in your arms
Your body have tucked me in
Yet my eyes tear up
So I press my face against your chest
Get calm by the rythm of your heartbeat
You hold me closer and I want to whisper
Never let me go, never let this moment go
Instead I look up from your chest
You kiss me slowly until time catch up
Therefor I need to say the dreadfull words
*I must go

Was that you, my dear?
It was so brief
I hardly caught a glimpse
Why, it's been a year
Would you recognize me?
Have I grown too much?
I have this agonizing fear
That perhaps you don't want
To see me at all
And if you happen to peer
In my direction
And I catch your gaze
Would you sneer?
And look the other way?
Or would your heart still flutter
Hit by cupid's spear
So many possibilities
That brief moment could cause
And as I sit here
Contemplating the outcomes of a fleeting moment with you
I can't help but wonder
If you contemplate them too.