#seep
the poet in me,
she writes at night-
when dark oceans seep
into my beautiful light.
practically,
the only time your not in my head.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 12:19 AM UTC
(seep yourself to leak away)
all reveals are feints;
I take you right
but I am moving left,
always left,
then left again
when I turn the faucet of me on,
brown, rusty pipe water comes out,
never turning clear,
even if the flow
went on for a millennium
someone traveller passerby
reads my excellent explicit illicit words,
with kind sweetness
observes a valid conclusion:
Poems take.a lot out of you
correct+wrong
not take, give
they are the slow seepage
of my overburdening
which is
yes, yes, I know, all relative,
but perspective is a
sometime summer thing,
and all the springtime streets
filled with filthy frozen slush
having come from some rusty water leakage,
never turning clear
no matter how long the street runs away
from you
so you take yourself to give away,
seeping and leaking
ah words;
so useful and so inadequate
crushed petals from the Tree of Life
you ask me If I have read my brother,
the prophet-poet Jeremiah?
*The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure.
Who can understand it?*
*When your words came, I ate them;
they were my joy and my heart's delight*
*Then the Lord reached out his hand unto my mouth and said,
"I have put my words in your mouth."*
these are those words
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
And here
Settled like in water
I am going to sink into you like a falling stone
Like a tree half buried in the peat moss slow grown
Into you
I will seep anew
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
I would've given anything to watch every sunset with you
and I don't know why two people in love can't do anything but destroy each other
I don't know why every time you're around poison seeps into my bloodstream
just know that in another universe, I am laying next to you
I know what it's like to adore what breaks you
I've always confused my destruction with divine intervention
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
quills unburdened cuts
small as threads
some words are better left undone
then said
little by little
day by day
but for paper they’re scars
that won’t fade away
each beat is stained
flowing with ink
but it goes more unnoticed
than you think
even if they try to mend those
they seep through
papers pages will never
be brand-new
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
A year ago…
The story I know
Tears are deep
They won’t seep
Love in need
Hope to keep
Two hearts died
One soul disappeared
Life won’t be the same
Forever…
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
When I lay in bed,
Trying to sleep.
When I close my eyes,
Thinking so deep.
When it becomes too late,
I fall asleep.
When I dream of a dream,
I can’t upkeep.
When all my senses,
Start to seep.
To the nonexistence,
Want to creep.
That’s the moment,
Forever,
I want to keep.
Abdullah Ayyash
October 2nd, 2010
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC