#orphan
Orphanages those who may need less negligence
in society,
The orphans that may lack what the others can
have,
There can be the role and duty upon the rich to give zakat and look after those less wealthy,
Richness in money may not be bad yet the
richness and contentment of the heart this can
be the opener else expander to the joy
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 12:16 PM UTC
they handed me silence like it was a blanket
said it would keep me warm if i held it tight
but it scratches—god, it scratches—under my skin
like a name i was never given, trying to write itself right
i learned early that crying echoes too loud
so i bit my tongue until even my bones stayed quiet
and when they asked what i needed, i said “nothing”
because nothing was the only thing nobody could deny me
i don’t remember a voice calling me home
just echoes wearing the shape of one
i learned to clap for myself in empty rooms
and call that love because no one else would come
sometimes i swear i can feel a hand in mine
i don’t look down, i’m scared it’ll disappear
so i walk like someone is still holding me
and break in places nobody is close enough to hear
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 4:36 PM UTC
You used to be my best friend,
now its like i never existed.
I used to be your best friend
now its like you never existed.
Thanks for the help dad
i try not to be mad
but knowing you choose
drugs, Burglary
living on the streets
Over a relationship with me.
makes me wonder
why I'm not good enough..
You don't even have to give that up.
Just wish you'd call and say what's up.
Do you sleep peacefully?
Is there any guilt or remorse
when you think of me?
do you even realize
what you did to me
when the personal creator
who birthed me
Tragically departed the earth early
only two weeks after turning 18.
You were nowhere to been seen
searching for your teen.
Her heart
she let open bleed
at that fateful scene.
But if you're wondering,
I'm alive and occupied,
attempting to mend
These shattered dreams of mine
I don't despise.
But I do wonder why
I was a sweet young girl
taking on a new lonely world.
You'd be proud to know,
i conquered it great
with no supports
and did what it takes
to adapt and outlast.
Forced to mature too fast
i forgive as a daughter,
but as a father
i can never understand
abandonment as your plan
thus forfeiting
being a man.
Grieving you,
but your not dead
Your lost in your head.
Eighteen -
supposed to be
when my life started..
But everything i loved,
departed.
Grieving a mother
Wondering
what happened to my father
Its not fair to me,
nor to the men i meet,
that i want them to fill the emptiness
that you could easily complete.
I run when I feel love.
I'm terrified to open up.
For they may take it and run
I will do me.
You do you.
Once i fully make peace with the truth
I can be the me
that was free
and full of life
before you disrupted my upbringing
------
Now I'm 28.
I've processed the pain
And I'm done playing
the waiting game.
I no longer wish for you to care.
To be there.
I accept what is here.
Ive had many nights
Where I wasn't alright
Flashbacks arrive
The little girl
wonders why.
But, I did something different this time
As I seen her in my brain
I allowed the pain.
Drop out of my mind
And into my body.
Experienced fully.
Hyperventilating,
body convulsing
Hardly breathing
I finally let my body feel
the pain I felt was real.
I never allowed it.
So I never healed.
The inner child,
She had to die
So I can mature
And start to raise
my standards high.
1/3/26
Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 4:00 PM UTC
Orphan ...
Every details ...
Of this evening ...
Misses you madly ...
As if I am an orphan ...
Alone ...
Me and my coffee ...
And my lips ...
Even ...
My pen ...
Because of your absence ...
The ink dried up in it ...
Even if i ...
embraced the whole world ...
I will remain an orphan ...
Because of your absence ...
And no one in this world ...
Fills my heart with happiness ...
Like you always do ...
Only you ...
That's why I am ...
Now ...
This evening ...
An orphan ...
Living in loneliness ...
And cold ...
Because of your absence ...
I am an Orphan ...
Hazem Al ...
Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 1:59 PM UTC
With my first breath, I become
to wander till the last
to be and be and be some more
time slow at first, soon fast
And with his last draw of this world's breath
an orphan I become
His time well spent I take my place
to hear my distant drum
Dark dying thoughts once swallowed me
like harpies chattering on the wind
But with the truth of death fresh at my door
I greet him as a friend
Together we shall walk and talk
and leaves and stars will fall
I will see the patterns unfold
once hidden revealing all
Aug 16, 2022
Aug 16, 2022 at 6:38 AM UTC
Call my name,
see the ghost of the past I became.
Of this world, I am lost in the shadow
left to feed off the old war’s debris.
It’s too big for an innocent child
that is forced to grow up, don’t you see?
In the village, I walk unnoticed –
every grownup stares right through me.
On my tasks, I try to stay focused,
while the one thing I want is to scream.
Scream out loud at the people, the street
to be heard for a second, be seen.
In this world, do I even exist?
How, a child, would I even know this?
Call my name,
bring me back to the living, again.
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 5:13 PM UTC
Life is so full, yet i'm so hungry
They all have shelter, but i have no home
Life is so free, yet so restricted
From all the joy im evicted.
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 6:38 PM UTC
Lust's outcome, unwanted, abandoned at birth.
Mothered by strangers, some naturally motherly,
some perversely wicked; fathers, a terrifying notion.
Fearing constantly: of the next face, the next stranger,
the next meal, the next bath, of dark and dawn.
Thrown about, moved around, from hand to hand;
Recovering from bruises to bruises, from slaps to whips.
But for being chosen from before the beginning,
and a name etched permanently in the Book of Life,
was found, saved, raised and guarded by Love.
The trauma of becoming left no resentful damage
but nurtured an instinctive sensitive soul, most acutely aware
of the deceitfulness, perversity and utter wickedness of man
and a constant wonderment of the miracle of Love.
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 8:37 AM UTC
We're are my parents ?
Why didn't they raise me ?
Who am I ?
Am I like them ?
Was I a mistake and just forgotten?
How do you pronounce mom and dad
Or daddy and mommy ?
Do they know I'm here ?
I want them ?
Do they want me ?
Please reach out to me.
I'm sorry for not being your blessing and the miscarriage you was think about
When having me .
To : daddy and mommy 💔
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 5:29 AM UTC
Dark nights, no more azure
Grey clouds, let out their tears
Awaiting to nurture,
Lays a soul innocent and pure
Pip Pirrip rests besides the grave
Weeping, living the memories
For he was now a slave,
for his sister mean and naive
A hopeless orphan, pushes his head
On the mother's grave's crumbles
For he now could feel her smile
And hears prayers being mumbled
Pip was drifted away
from his parents too soon
and they had left him behind
In this world
It was when Magwitch enters,
asking for food and a file
threatening his life, if disobeyed
and once again from his parents,
Pip was drifted away!
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 8:12 AM UTC
comfort
is such a foreign zone
that I long for,
a land that I can't seem to
be able to spot
on any map,
people tell me
its borders are indefinite,
and i tell them,
please take me
to the mother
I have never known.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 3:14 PM UTC
A frightened orphan plundering like a greedy treasure-robbing Luxor royal tombs, like you - already a gentle hoarfrost pinched its head into depth and height as you consciously look into it. What spirit, what value, interest compels us every day as experimenting Sisyphus to compete: promotion, firing, the universal and general drivers of our struggle, which is our existence
is it in the micro-cogwheels to consume our bodies, strip our bones lean, and turn the soul into scarecrows of bone and skin, which sends its noble messages to us with the gift of immortality and eternal survival ?! "What can the Infinite, Eternal Damaged Silence teach you?"
Peace has long been sought and then found common wavelengths? And why not repel, tolerate, and cut with one-hearted silence like the striking lightning strikes of the Rock's natural laws, the crackling whiplash? - Just a few happier, and perhaps more independent, decades before finally being a glass foam, a pearl greenhouse
if the sea is mockery - and all their firm, uncertain decisions, and their meaningful countdown to the Unified Everything: Are we well-determined in the fog of unfamiliar situations, while the hourglass of our mortality turns again with every Prometheus birth,
sinking, or tossing the Heureka sparks of our individuality into Adam and Eve's costumes to shine freely, yet without happiness, with happier satisfaction? - Fascinated and tasted among the flowering genera of flowering flowers, honey-rich, nectar-rich nectar for Eternal life - And as a reward, even the eternal burden and Love-hungry, yet selfish and cowardly, for a falling man will be sentient, beating blood from flesh - Like once organized consciousness, it is a particle of cellular biology, and its molecule from the placental shelter, the bladder of bladder, the organic Unfinished and eternal
has become an immortal part! And why is it that by birth, as an organic gift, we have gained Death, yet still struggle daily with the Kharubdis Gap of Uncertain Tomorrow as Sifif ?!
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 4:06 AM UTC
The most welcomed dreams,
they float no matter
what the consensus.
A bit pinched by Oliver Twist
campaigns, maybe,
but they vote for helium.
For to laugh is to shine,
and to shine is to supernova,
yet, still fit inside the head.
The hours, they are
a cascade of melting candles
burning a hole in the floor.
The only words spoken,
"My Very Educated Mother
Just Served Us Nine Pies."
But how can that be?
We're now one short.
Oh, bucolic heavens!
I grew tired of wandering
and returned to reality
in the angry haze of another
orphaned satellite.
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 1:56 PM UTC
From beyond
The horizon of darkness
A child
Holding a battered flag
Etched into
His ideals
What he chooses to believe in
Despite all
The injured near him
Just a kid...
How can he keep going?
The innocence of hope
Perseverance
The last thing his family left him
And he's just a kid.
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 10:09 PM UTC
the raised lakes of Beijing
are fitted with the finest glass walls
parents go there to unload their unwanted children
the squids of the lakes grab hold of the children,
hug them
adopt them
teach them to breathe
people walk by, pay no attention
but the glass walls are built tall
wiped clear
to the point where i can’t help but to notice.
the orange plumed tentacles
grown straight from the children’s backs
pulsing like a flame
like a phoenix
like a poppy’s bloom
smeared by the color of the water’s haze
or the tourist’s awe-shot eyes.
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 6:14 PM UTC
Plant a tree,
Water a flower,
Preserve nature.
Have a purpose!
Feed a bird,
Cuddle a pet,
Be humane to animals.
Have a purpose!
Save a life,
Nurture an orphan,
Stand up with the oppressed.
Have a purpose!
Count your blessings,
Recite your prayers,
Contemplate the universe.
Have a purpose!
Nurture your mind with ideas,
Fill your heart with the wine of love,
Dress your soul with the garment of kindness.
Have a purpose!
Hussein Dekmak
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
when I was a child
There was a religious
camp counselor
a few miles away
I encountered hell daily
though
his door was always
Unlocked
but I
did not get there
In time
so I
was briefly orphaned
Then sent
to Utah
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 9:36 PM UTC
She climbed the ladder of the apartment buildings
Went through the ***** window she left open of the small, empty, dark room
Yes, she’s been here before
Atleast 8 hours ago actually
She sunk to the floor and passed out because of her hunger
She awoke the next morning where she collapsed
Her once beautiful, long, brown hair was a matted mess
She picked herself off the floor (if only she could do the same with her life at 17)
Brushed off her sweatshirt, adjusted her worn out jeans, and went out down the ladder and was off to work again
She dug wells, and cut trees like a pro for the only reward people would give her
Their scraps
And maybe a penny
No, she was no drug addict, psychopath, or creep
She was simply an orphaned child at age 7
Who started working for food, and found an abandoned room to live in
She’s done the same thing for years
Work, starve, eat scraps, and maybe sleep
On, and on
To collapse and freeze in an alley on her way home in the middle of a blizzard
Her last thought was her mother's warm hugs
Her last words:
“I’m coming mama.”
This poor girls life is tragic
For depression was her muse
~
I love you so much Sammy…It’s not your fault
I wish I could’ve saved you...
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 9:21 PM UTC
I awake ; decanted
I inhabit an orphan creature now
did my parents just die ?
or is this just some feeling
brought over from
my brother world of slumber
I sit up
scratch itches
and tend to my waking head
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC