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Sterling eyes close the falling red ward Big Brother has seen it all He tells me: *there is danger Terror past the massive, all-protecting Atlantic* Don’t stray there, the mouth of stumbling heads say, They want to take away Our safety, our ways, our Freedom Mr. Elected reassures *Nothing will harm you Not with me going there I don’t want you going there* He speaks like my mom Warning me of the illicits I am too vulnerable to experience It’s death I’ll go to- I’ve been told Sleepless red monocular Enlightening the air to a passive blue It’s opacity beneath and above Ascending again Mama and Baba say it’s time to go home I confront the arid peninsula of Qatar Lungs accustomed, vitality not frozen Precariously perceiving the harmful Sentiments of years past in Jordan, I wonder why my kin would ban this place Rumor on dirt pavement in a draft, ears picking up *The Atlantic is not to be crossed, A lack of morals, malintentions lay beyond the scape.* Extravagant grenade above, Falling to the horizon And no detonation, collapsing behind a curved veil Skyward lay the remnants Of heat, frozen in time The lips in a box on this shoreside Warn *the zephyrs from the ornery Reaches towards our home Be on guard of the deceitful star at night that rains red* Tomorrow may not be there My blood brothers of Lebanon say, But I wait, field of vision aligned to the east Aural stumbles translate, articulating My brethren begin their search of food And in too many moments unnoticed, Black on bottom, red on the low, blue slowly suffocating the obscurity above
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
omar-kawash
The Middle East & The U.S
Sterling eyes close the falling red ward Big Brother has seen it all He tells me: *there is danger Terror past the massive, all-protecting Atlantic* Don’t stray there, the mouth of stumbling heads say, They want to take away Our safety, our ways, our Freedom Mr. Elected reassures *Nothing will harm you Not with me going there I don’t want you going there* He speaks like my mom Warning me of the illicits I am too vulnerable to experience It’s death I’ll go to- I’ve been told Sleepless red monocular Enlightening the air to a passive blue It’s opacity beneath and above Ascending again Mama and Baba say it’s time to go home I confront the arid peninsula of Qatar Lungs accustomed, vitality not frozen Precariously perceiving the harmful Sentiments of years past in Jordan, I wonder why my kin would ban this place Rumor on dirt pavement in a draft, ears picking up *The Atlantic is not to be crossed, A lack of morals, malintentions lay beyond the scape.* Extravagant grenade above, Falling to the horizon And no detonation, collapsing behind a curved veil Skyward lay the remnants Of heat, frozen in time The lips in a box on this shoreside Warn *the zephyrs from the ornery Reaches towards our home Be on guard of the deceitful star at night that rains red* Tomorrow may not be there My blood brothers of Lebanon say, But I wait, field of vision aligned to the east Aural stumbles translate, articulating My brethren begin their search of food And in too many moments unnoticed, Black on bottom, red on the low, blue slowly suffocating the obscurity above
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Dear Sun, you are untouchable And so am I We build up shields so no one can reach us And they never will. We are who we are Not a thing can change that Everyone has their own ideas Of who we are meant to be Oh how they try And try And try They can not control who we are inside We are all souls Roaming along as we compete to exist Judging one another Being judged ourselves We are one in the same At least this way The faces The emotions The glares The ridicule The words The hurt All of this Makes us the same With you up in the sky And with us both on the ground We hear the same Which makes us one in the same
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
meganabbi
One in the Same
Dear Sun, you are untouchable And so am I We build up shields so no one can reach us And they never will. We are who we are Not a thing can change that Everyone has their own ideas Of who we are meant to be Oh how they try And try And try They can not control who we are inside We are all souls Roaming along as we compete to exist Judging one another Being judged ourselves We are one in the same At least this way The faces The emotions The glares The ridicule The words The hurt All of this Makes us the same With you up in the sky And with us both on the ground We hear the same Which makes us one in the same
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