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Just the writer ...

I'm just the writer ...
nothing do more ...
collecting letters ..
with an aloof choice ...
from all languages ...
just to get ...
a great sweet words ...
within a deep heartfelt ...
to the poem ...
that makes people ...
feels as they want ...
as they want love ...
and want to be loved ...
as they dreams told ...

yes ...
O people ...
o my readers all ..
i'm just  the writer ...
who known ...
as the lover ...
to kind of words ...
and that's why ...
the called me ...
poet's love ...
so crazy ...
and more ...

i'm just that poet ...
so ,..
who need ...
to be into  my poem's words ...
to get a happiness ...
and to fly over the sky ...
with every of my words ...

hazem al ...
it seems now my clouds are grey
incomplete thoughts that often tame the sky
calming the waters that wade in my eyes
as the sun kisses the sea
here I abide by the silence that waits for me
thinking it’s you in disguise
in my hands is where your heart lies
after filling your ears with my words
that leave you in a solitude of bliss
joyful noises fill the sound
my love for you becomes profound
I wander in the arms of the tainted truth
when all I wanted was proof
Wow, I must say it’s been a while since I’ve written on here. I completely forgot about this website and took some time away. I also dealt with a lot of writer’s block around this time as well causing my ideas to not pan out the way I wanted them to. But hopefully I be able to get back into the joy of writing again. I really missed it so much. Thank you so much for loving my writing as much I loved writing my thoughts out.
TG Jun 15
I will never be wanted,
Whatever I do,
Whatever I achieve,
How I look,
I´ll never be loved the way I want te be loved.
The way I deserve to be loved.

It hurts so much,
When u know
U have so much to give,
To offer,
Your heart is so bright,
and open,
Your heart listens,
Loves,
and cares,

But you´ll never be wanted...
It hurts, when u see everyone around you being wanted, and you ask yourself, when is it my turn to be the chosen. Why aren´t I the one that can be valued for once, apreciated or loved. When can I be the one that is talked about, cherished, loved.
My book,
My dearest

I lose myself in you,
Yet you are a stranger

What do you mean to me?
Do I mean something to you?

Nameless and faithless
Your time hasn't come

My book,
My dearest

I lose myself in you
I cannot wait to meet you

My book,
My dearest

I have lost myself in you
I am you
writing a book in poetry form is fun
rig May 12
once, many years ago, i had a dream of a giant-headed, thousand-eyed robot destroying a ghost city, while a few kids fled from it on skateboards, protecting some sort of treasure.

i just got a youtube comment response (from someone i don’t know) telling me i’ll never be a true writer because i don’t drink alcohol.
Miriam May 3
You make my heart flutter and shatter into a million pieces at the same time
Too scared to call you when day turns to night
but how else will you ever be mine
The first verse of my latest piece of writing ©️MH 2021
Kushal Apr 21
I wish you could see my heaven and hell.
I dream you could understand it.
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