#talks
I once stood, roof-bound,
nothing but a t-shirt,
muttering to myself,
sinking into thought.
A gentle, warm touch—
a hand on my arm—
and my thoughts drown
beneath the sound of my own voice.
We talk.
I speak exactly what’s on my mind,
problems truly unsolved,
yet somehow,
you always steal the answer—
pulling it from the part of me
too afraid to say it out loud.
You mastered comfort
in your presence alone.
As we speak into the hours of the night,
the sun rises—
we are still held hostage by our words.
I grab a seat.
You rest in it.
And every problem dissolves
through the greatness of the solutions you bring.
And as the sun begins to settle,
you say:
"You need to let go.
Holding on never does much good."
My response is clear as day:
"If holding on to you does more harm than good,
then I'll sit a victim through the world of hurt."
You don’t reply.
Instead, you mutter—
"I love the sunset.
A reminder that everything leaves,
and will start anew.
Even I will leave,
no matter how you hold on."
I turn away from the sun.
I look at you.
And only then do I realize—
You never stole the words from my mind.
You never solved any of my problems.
You were never there.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 1:56 PM UTC
There’s a secret path to walk
A language that nobody talks
A different world to see
Another way to be
Irrefutably
Jan 19, 2024
Jan 19, 2024 at 12:21 PM UTC
That is not a mild story,
She neglects it;
That's a sunken bittercup black.
Only what can be told;
Sip it up, never call her again.
Like a sign of approval
On your daily fetiches,
No sugar, skim right;
As you're taking it in, she can live with it.
Learn how affected one is
Under caffeine,
How it mingles with you,
Becomes your resting point.
Like it's when you wish
You could be dormant;
Only then she reciprocates.
Let it help her recapitulate
Your story:
Passage in sentences,
Words into syllables,
the dull infused with some glory.
May 20, 2022
May 20, 2022 at 4:54 PM UTC
every night,
you walk me back across campus.
and every night,
we sit in the back corner of the lobby,
by the laundry room,
where the vending machine sits,
and talk for at least an hour.
and we talk about
everything.
the big things,
the little things,
the easy things,
the stressful things.
and we both listen and talk.
hearing one another,
loving one another,
simply being there for one another.
the minutes and hours slip by,
and suddenly it’s 2am-
reminiscent of the first night
that we actually hung out,
i sat next to you talking until 7am,
fully knowing i was to work
an 8 hour shift that day.
and ever since that moment,
i have fallen even deeper
in love with you,
every single moment
of every single day.
i am finally comfortable enough
with myself
and
in my own skin,
that i, for the first time,
love sharing my life with someone.
we can talk about the serious things,
and 20 minutes later, segue into
being very goofy together. and
it feels so natural
and normal
and right.
Feb 9, 2022
Feb 9, 2022 at 2:25 AM UTC
I know they love each other -
I can hear it
from the room across; those
muffled, rambling
conversations -
She takes the time
to talk
and he
takes the time to listen - laughter.
I'm sure they smiled, together -
I know they love each other, because
I can hear it, from here.
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 11:48 AM UTC
Mid night talks ...
it's now ...
mid of night ...
even a bit more ...
staying confused ...
wondering ...
from my feelings ...
how it all ..
runs about you ...
and stole the sleep ...
from my eyes...
and took me with a wishes ..
just to have a deep hug ...
from your chest ...
confusing ..
and wondering ..
what to do ...
talking to my soul ...
to create my words ...
as well ..
to choose words ...
that fit to you heart's space ...
and to send it ...
as poem for you ...
with a wish only ...
to get your reply ...
that fits to my feelings ...
as i told you ...
as soon ...
when i wake up ...
to start my love ...
with you ...
hazem al ..
Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 2:04 AM UTC
It's been a long, long time
I'm not sure if you remember me!
However, the signs your eyes telling you do! .. but don't dare to stare!
Yet, I see anxiety as it may seem, more worse the last time! Surprised you didn't get any better!
We've talked about it all!
What's left to talk about!
I tried to help over and over but you don't listen don't you
We've talked about it all!
What's left to talk about
You have it all in your hands
Instead! You stood helpless and watched your end and still..
Once again you are holding the same thing over and over again. The same thing that kept you up until the dawn each night and left you sleepless. Shame! Looks heavy on you. You didn't get any better!
I cannot believe you are not trying!
Instead you're making it feel more worse up to now! Your fears! Each time, you cannot step any further believing your past will reappear. You let those dark energies dig into your soul's doors and chains you with its powers.
You are trapped by the monster you made.
The monster thay kept winning!
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 4:56 PM UTC
Those I love the most
but are psychically distant
know the least about me.
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 10:19 PM UTC
Past one in the morning
Talking about our dreams
About how we wanted to go on a trip
Midnight driving with the windows down
Feeling the cold air hitting our skins
Loud music blasting from the stereo
Us enjoying our youth
As we go to unfamiliar places
Wandering and getting lost
Forgetting our sorrows
And experience never ending gaeity
Looking up to the stars
Wishing for this friendship to last forever
Or maybe just a lifetime
Cherishing the moments
Before it turns into memories
Memories that will tattoed on our souls
The dreams we've talked about
I badly want it to happen
Us four, on a spectacular road trip
Living our best lives.
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 4:00 AM UTC
Yet , it look so beautiful
but making me ugly inside.
The bridges created by us
were unsurely doubting us
lacking the sense of being loved
we ended up being stifling
beneath our own bridges.
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 12:26 AM UTC
i've heard you
talking to the stars.
do your scars
heal with their light?
do they feel,
compassionate and kind,
your sorrow,
and understand
your blue life?
i've talked to them once
cold as iced ice,
they wasted my time.
i like talking to the
grass, the flowers
instead.
they aren't dead,
immortal or fire-red.
they aren't wise,
they just empathise.
the trees, the green
sometimes talk back
and i listen like a child;
the rustling leaves,
the broken twigs.
but you look up!
bored of the ground,
you need their coldness,
their empty shiny eyes.
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 4:51 PM UTC
I killed the light
so I could hear you talk
about death
within the life of journeys
How come, say,
that this is the most real I've felt in weeks?
As a ghost through the glass in the night
mute and almost blinded
by the light of the moon
Unseen, unacknowledged
and yet - and yet
It's as if you looked at me
for the first time
Met my gaze
and still decided to speak
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 12:40 PM UTC
Somehow I don’t want to talk
Because what I will say
Will end up being lost.
Silence, but at what cost?
It is not that I don’t pray
For this uncertainty to stop
But there is nothing I can say
To help me today.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 9:34 AM UTC
_Beautiful hair_; 4 am, lights in the apartment room.
The notification made me jump from happiness, expecting it was you.
I'll talk with myself through it and tell it to shut up.
A week felt like a year.
Late-night talks were never seen again,
_if seen_: Tell them they were good
_typing..._
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
_Night talks_: every day.
Can I talk through you with this poem?
I loved it when we used to talk.
The moments when you used to tell me,
what you feel about me.
Now before I sleep,
I think about you,
every night
and I let you go.
Every night.
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
_How is it going?_
my brain is scheming
aches at my temple
don’t let me sleep
_I’m doing fine!_
_How are you?_
‘cause my life is messy
and everything feels heavy
I wish you would hold me
_I miss hanging out._
_I see you everyday?_
it still wouldn’t be enough
if I can’t talk to you
the same way we used to
_Yeah you’re right!_
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC
You got irritated with my boring talks,
Okay fine!
You got bored being in relationship with me,
Okay fine!
You want to live alone,
Okay fine!
You want to break up,
Okay fine!
But don't expect that I'll break up with you and live without you.
Yes I'll break up,
But I'll breakup with myself and
Die alone.
~your smiling queen :)
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 7:21 AM UTC
at 4 am,
the world's asleep.
with only the sound of the flickering street lights,
the crickets that chirp at night,
and the occasional sound of tires rolling,
across the highway,
to serve as a reminder that dead silence does not exist.
the sound of the heavy sighs of truck drivers,
crossing miles upon miles of lonely roads,
the smell of the disgusting, overpriced coffee of tired business leaders,
bought the minute they get off their red eye flight.
still;
nothing can change,
the beauty that's there and remains;
at 4 am,
the world's a beautiful sight.
-YYC
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 2:12 AM UTC