Blacked out again,
unsurprisingly,
swallowing the room.

Spinning in a lucid dream,
blessed to consume.

Breaking into.

Ash shadows
drill bit chest
I am not your savior
I am a suitcase bomb
I only devour
breathing fire

and I will apologize to no one
for doing what I said I would.

most people in their right mind live
so that one day they will be written about
but not him
he lives everyday like the day before your last day
that pleasure can be found even in the cracks of the levy

he can be your rock
to keep you steady
even when you feel like the riptide is going to push you away
but he can also be the one to push you down the hill
and roll with you
increasing your momentum with such an intensity that you don't think you'll ever slow down

you don't have to know home to fall in love with him
it's easy to fall in love with a tree without ever seeing its rings
tracing the years that have scared him
and how they feel like Saturn spinning inside you
but you love him so much more once you feel the scars the the chainsaw left

I want to jump off Saturn's moons
Swing me then about to Venus
Find my way 'round the Milky Way
Back to Earth someday someway
after the mysterious galaxy

You may share any of my poems if you want not for money though their copyright

I remember how we first met,
It's a blurred image of you and the rain
Right now the things I love the most.
I remember our first fight,
you, yelling at the top of your lungs
And me,  crying my eyes out on the other side of the phone
I remember our first kiss,
I still feel bad for pulling you close so I could kiss you forever,
But you said you liked it, so it's okay.
And then I remember every time we broke up
Every broken heart, every broken moment, every shattered piece of heart
I also remember me always coming back and you always forgiving me.
This time had to be different, not the good kind of different

They say time heals everything, and I will get over you
You were the most beautiful shade of blue, but blue to me is just a color.
Of course I will get over you
Over your hugs and kisses, because I never stayed up late
thinking of how time stops every time we touch.
Of course I will get over you
You were the only reason I loved writing poetries
But poetries never meant anything to me, anyway.
Of course I will get over you,
I will eventually get over you.
And I think I know the perfect time when to

I will get over you soon,
As soon as I start believing Emma Bovary was a total *****,
And Jessie J is a bad singer,
And poetries are just words connected to one another,
And Sleeping at Last is so not the best music band ever.
I will get over you as soon as I start hating rain,
Or think that black is the most beautiful color,
Or just claiming that black is a color to begin with.
As soon as I start being all passionate about studying Biology
Or stupid trigonometry.
I will get over you, just like I'll get over flowers,
Or Sasuke, or Zuko, or English.

They think I can't get over you?
I will get over you.
You still remind me of Saturn and Venus having a baby together,
That would have probably looked like you,
But they are just planets,
I don't like planets.
So I will get over you.

Just like that prince got over that beautiful girl he danced with until midnight,
Just like the sun gets over the moon every morning when she dies,
Just like Shakespeare got over his lover or Narcissus got over himself.
It's not that hard to get over you, come on.
I will get over you, as soon as I stop feeling.
I will get over you, okay?
Just not now.
Not today.
Not ever.

I'm a child of Saturn,
  With power and grace
  I'm turning in the Space
  Timeless, vast, sprinkled
  With stars, moons and suns

  I'm always alone,
  In the mirrored universe
  I see my father Saturn
  From far away, sunk in
  Clouds of dust.

  So many galaxies died
  Until I reach him finally.
  His rings of rocks and winds
  Embrace me with his love,
  His heart of liquid hydrogen
  I feel from distance how it beats
  With pulse of pure loneliness.

  I'm Rhea, dressed with light
  Of little moon, tulle and lace.
  You couldn’t see me now,
  My shadow is ahead,
  I hide my face behind my father.

© n.nour

Exquisite stranger

Your system is breathing
With a high speed winds
Mysterious nine rings
Swirling continuously
Around your face
With dust, rocks and ice "
Particles of isolation,
Heavy dreams, strong
Heartbeat. Pieces of blue,
White, yellow and violet
Sixty two moons orbit you,
So to feel save, harmonious
Love, for sixty two years in space.
We love you, Saturn,
Your atmosphere of ammonium
Crystals in pale yellow hue…
Attracts our mind, what is behind you?
Deep metallic heart of hydrogen,
Of helium and gases " beats inside
Your giant body…
Where your existence started,
While our dust will vanish millions
Years…ahead.