the inner voice whispers,
"tell them you're struggling."
my vocal cords are warmed up,
ready to give life to the words.
but the hand over my mouth
is an impermeable barrier
set by the critical voice
that is fueled by fear.

Whisper your dreams to me
As long as it is kept
Inside my heart
You'll always have my back,
Whatever it takes.

I tend to enjoy the quiet
I get so lost in the sound of my own thoughts that the world just seems to pause for the perfect amount of seconds.
May I need no more, no less.

a hunger of unfulfilled love torments me
awaits in the half-shadow hiding from the world
it sometimes appears in your eyes
it's a greenish glow
it's a calling
it's like a touch that I almost feel
a spark that makes my feet catch on fire
and makes me run in the arms of temptation,
but the moon takes a walk with the stars
and takes you back into the shadow ...

a hunger of unlived life torments me
that lies in me and is growing now
more than ever I want you near
for you to know my world that I can no longer hide
one whisper, just one step closer
might be enough.

Pan whispered something in my ear
a secret mumbling i couldn’t understand

maybe a message of love or hate. couldn’t imagine anything else

sometimes it’s hard for us to talk out loud
things we want to say but keep inside
a desire to share but not offend

mumbling whispers might just be
the best compromise we have

You are the whisper of love.
You are a thousand roads to kindness.
You are God's image and daily prayers!

You are the color of spring.
You are the fragrance of the flowers.
You are the smell of freshly baked cake!

You are all of the beautiful melodies of the birds.
You are the charming smiles on the faces of people,
Painted with a rainbow of inspiration and optimism!

You are the  twinkling stars.
You are the new dawn wrapped
with renewed promise; the sunshine!

Your soft words are a sweet song that touches hearts,
Makes faces glow with smiles,
And fills minds with hope and inspiration!

Hussein Dekmak

The whispers of tomorrow
tainted the marble walls as
the ones in the room painted
different shades and visuals
of their tomorrow.

The one with their hand jittery,
spine made of anxiety
stutter with their fear coated tongue,
the bouncing and rebounding words of
the chaos and panic of the heart;
the thought of uncertainty that
tomorrow dawns upon them.

As the word tomorrow is passed
on like a parcel amongst the ones sitting
the one with their pupils radiant
paints yellow and white
the hope a new day brings upon,
whereas the ambitious shouts
that she is a day closer to her goals
as she stands armored with passion and dreams.

The students have tomorrow
tattooed on their tongue,
a word that never comes
but morphs itself into the word procrastination.

But when it comes to me,
the moon dissolves into the sun
and the sun dissolves into the moon
as my yesterday, today and tomorrow become the same;
the shades of my life are painted all the same.