#recalling
under the cloudy mesmerizing skies,
reflecting vast ocean,
far away from it,
on a mountain cliff,
somehow a sea conch found itself.
At some point in time,
it was one within the ocean,
but it no longer matters how they surrounded one another,
the rush, the caress, the spill
the push aside from the brine on the shore;
kids walking along there found it and started playing with it;
one threw it so far and hard that,
the pitiful conch ended up on the mountain cliffside
and now it sits far away but look!
cruelty of fate,
now it cannot turn itself away but watch and reminisce;
as long as it exists.
the sea conch recalled --- when dawn breakthrough;
it was a sight to behold, light as small as dust spectacle;
turning into fiery engulfing then all-consuming but
becoming serene ---- oh so so blue!
reflecting it remembered--- when dusk arrived, tiptoeing
mischievously sometimes purple, orange, green,
a mix of those all and colors it could hardly gauge.
The midnight scene was a secret,
it chose to keep it to itself, never to be revealed.
the push of the waves and the pull of it
under shimmering skies;
the sea conch along with cliff grew old
and a very long time had passed
only for it to realize
that sea conch had been in love with the ocean for a very long time.
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 4:03 PM UTC
the dusty old school rock cds on the cracked cubby top
brush it off, but some still remains
coughing a bit up before setting it down to reminisce
it all reminds me of
the way the Polaroid camera snapped the life outta me
how every word you said was so heavy that i started sinking
how we were headbanging for kicks and started becoming wild creatures
how the radio cringed and squealed and how we still sang every word to “Pour Some Sugar on Me.”
how the guitar riffs are just pain coming out into art
bursting with meaning and passion
the dusty old school rock cds sit there, stationary on that same cracked cubby top
and we recall the past as if it was some life-changing yesterday
Apr 27, 2022
Apr 27, 2022 at 9:23 PM UTC
Recalling....
its just a feelings increases more...
words came within a wound happily feelings..
feelings appeared to touch your heart...
a heart been captured since my eyes saw you...
its a feelings that i always wanted...
feelings wished to share you...
share you and give a happiness through....
feelings increases deeply however a memories comes...
memories which lives so deep inside...
never get out from this chest...
my chest which contains the heart...
this heart which belongs always to you...
a heart that never ever felt a happiness...
only when it met yours...
a heart which is wounding now...
wounding because of a longing...
wounding because of a farness...
because of a love that living inside...
lives alone lonely right now...
By hazem al jaber ...
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 5:38 AM UTC
Remember that time
we came home
from drinking
at that party
and I was pretty
much sloshed?
she said
and we staggered
along that roadway
and I began singing
that love song
and you joined in
and we were like
a pair of unsober
Sinatra and Ella?
I nodded my head
lying on our bed
waiting for her
to undress
and we had just left
that friend of yours
that one who kept
touching my ***
and you just laughed
and said he was just
being friendly
and whose face
I slapped and you
made it up to him
saying it was that
kind of week?
sure I remember
I said
scratching my thigh
and as we got to that
junction going off
into town and down
to this place
and I felt the sudden
need to ***
and you said
go do it in that porch
and I said what if
someone sees
and you said
I'll tell them you
were trying it
out for size?
Sure I do
I said
as you stood there
**** naked gazing
at yourself in
the tall-boy mirror
but I didn't I held it in
and walked that
funny walk
with my hands
pushed between my legs
and you said
think of a desert
and no water
and I ran the last few
feet in the door
and just made it in time
and you came in
and shut the door
but I hadn't
I'd peed on the floor?
Yes I recall
I said
but I didn't at all.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 2:55 AM UTC
When recalling those hot still afternoons;
real life among the swarming millions.
Alongside her on the teaming sidewalks;
oh, my heart would beat a little faster.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
Moths float out from behind
an opened, warped door.
I push my face into your clothes,
hung heavy like pearls
in an antique shop.
Stale and familiar,
the scent follows me
like a lost little bee.
It buzzes even after I leave.
Hopscotch down the hallway
to find dead crickets
in the bathtub.
Scuffed wallpaper camouflages
a cobweb. Metallic vines
curve around bursts of petals.
I’m certain you chose this pattern,
but I don't know.
Memories are few.
I fill in the holes with honey
and arrowheads.
Indian feathers and
an old brooch.
Piles of pie.
Did you love to bake pie?
Games of bridge
on that old, scratched table top
with a musty deck of Bicycle cards.
Each deck a photo album
of your face.
Your raisined face.
I remember holding it in my hands.
“This aint a walk for old womans.”
And out the door I go.
Empty handed and independent.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
"Little things matter.",
but why is it that
you never replied me back every night
you never recalled the night we hung out
for the first time
you never rang me first
you never said goodbye to me
on the night you left me alone
I'm not even a little thing
for you, but in my mind
you were the little thing
that everyone is so reluctant to say.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC