hazem al jaber Apr 19

My weakness point ...

since i knew ...
since i close my eyes...
i see you ...
since i open my eyes...
i miss you ...
since i stop talking ...
i think of you ...
and since i start talk ...
i just only talk about you ...
and about the longings inside me...
since i knew you ...
i have nothing to do ...
only to dream about you ...

you are all what i think about ...
you became my day and night ...
my awaken and all dreams ...
you became my weakness point ...
and my all world ...
with every beat ...
with every breathe ...
yes you are ..
my weakness point now ...

love you my sweet real love ...
and my weakness point ...

hazem al ...

weakness love
Zan Balmore Apr 5

My mouth tastes like fireworks
Grown with love
Enjoyed with care
Blitz blaze ignite a truth
Obviously there
Watch smoke go drifting
You, too, reach to the sky
No less a person than the news
Under the influence
Under all things
Matchsticks, boxes, food makes
Mountains in our kitchen
Rot smell, cancerous, foul
Presence in our home
Under the mountain
Insect in flesh
I'm nothing more,
Am I, than under the influence?
It's true. Which celebrities locally
Represent you? Senate, what? Political duress.
Kaitlin Olson, say something poignant
Or in dark we die, speak well, or we'll be Jersey soon
Save me with your confirmed link to God,

Illuminati confirmed
Sean Scribbles Mar 21

Walk slow
Think fast
Tilt your head
Slightly back

Focus in
Fade out
All the noise
From the crowd

Step back
Seek out
Breathe in
And out doubt

This now
Focal point
Is how

Keep the routine going...
Sean Scribbles Feb 17

When I focus, I can pull the walls
And create the shadows that only the artist sees

Like the distant corners of the dreary hall
Nobody knows internally what is happening to me

Whenever I focus inward, and throw the ball
Precariously, towards another

Because when I am focused I am me
And I am never afraid to fall

That is the secret within me
That when I try, I pull the walls

Inward at a unparalleled speed
Until the path is known to me

And it narrows out like the distant hall
Because when I focus, I can pull the walls

orangesherbet Feb 14

why should i exist,

when i am of no importance the world?

why should i exist,

when i am of no value to anyone?


the world keeps spinning


everyone keeps going

on with their lives,

whether or not

i exist,

why should i exist?

orangesherbet Feb 14

and what does it matter

what we do

or who we are

when even the good

die the same death?

and why should i bother

to be good

only for a legacy

that will be forgotten with time?

requiEM Jan 4

I laid in your bed, touching your body with the same hands that cursed it hours before
They cursed all men, pointing at the deceit and insecurities I have about myself

They pointed at me, then back at you, then back at me.
A cycle of love and hate, processing and empathy.

The curves of your body made me numb
The vibrations of your pump every hour
The vibrations of your pumping heart every second I could feel it in my hands every time I lingered just a bit too long
My fingers whispering secrets to your skin

As you talked on the phone, worlds away, in your language, I paused
I admired you. Strong not only by the arms I was holding, but by the head I was kissing
Your love for me seemed so great in those 11 hours.

Maybe 10. I'll round up in this case.

2pm and I finally make it back
You text me,

'did you make it back ok?'

It made me smile.
I walked three flights of steps back to my home.

'No, I died'

But part of me had
Friendship had turned to love
Love had turned into resentment
Resentment turned into heartache
They leave they leave they leave. They always leave.
And I sit here, alone
Wondering what I could have done to make you stay.

Maybe I admire the way you treat me as if I'm the only girl on your mind for those 10 hours.
11, I mean.
Maybe I think that the way you soften when I'm near is because of my heart
Maybe it's because I'm young and impulsive
A constant battle between love and hate

Pointing my finger to blame someone, something
Pointing out my flaws
Pointing out the ones who left
Staring in a mirror, I point

Escape is inescapable, pointing is fun
Maybe what I'm looking for is someone to point at me and say 'you're the one'

Shae Nicole Nov 2016

At some point I’ll
Have to come to terms with this reality

At some point I’ll
Need to make peace with your absence

At some point I’ll
Turn around and find myself breathing-

That’s when I can say I made it;
When I can breathe and walk and feel
Without you

I’m there now
              I think
Just don’t want to admit it,
For fear that acceptance
Of your absence
Is release
Of potential
And the coming
Of the inevitable
The end

Rebecca Lynn Nov 2016

looks and judges you.
Looks from a different point of view.
writes labels on things,
and gives people crazy, stupid, names.
says that it’s right & I’m wrong;
but when I knew the truth about me all along.

tell you who the characters are, it’s obvious.
Narrators can see what the characters are oblivious.
are sometimes in 2nd person point of view.
Meanwhile, in other stories it’s their own point of view.
tell you want you want to hear.
While other stories leave you with a million tears.

not the letter from me to you,
but the actually letters n & u.
can be seen from both sides,
but who knows who is wrong or right.
do, as well, have a different point of view.
Just depends on who’s looking at it, me or you.

Stranded on an island
I could be happy to see
a boat cast out into sea.
Stranded on an island
I could write in the sand,
but then that boat will leave & I would feel like I’m in quicksand.
Stranded on an island
I would do anything to get help,
but I am the only one stranded on an island,
no one can hear my yelp.

Cast out into sea
I would be happy to see land,
hoping I could survive with my two bare hands.
Cast out into sea
while I’m alone on this boat
I hope to find a bottle with a note.
Cast out into sea
I would be happy to see land for the first time
since I left my home land for the last time.

the ones who are left on the outside of things,
mainly the ones who are never invited to parties.
are mainly judged by society itself.
We’re no one to blame, but the “popular” kids like yourself.
are the ones who are on the outside looking in
the place where we shouldn’t be in.

the ones who are in the “cool crowd”,
the ones who makes a joke when it’s too loud.
are always invited to go somewhere,
when the outcast aren’t even invited there.
rules the high school,
but we all know that it’s not important, nor cool.

an edublogs.org post that I created for my blog post.
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