My heart is rotten  
By such a felling disappointed

I Hate it
I hate him
I hate them
I hate the world
Disappointed  

Like a fig!

The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame

#Edgar Allan Poe

She writes  
Her world is a poem  
Her dream is a poet  
She writes  
Her words hit like a sword
Her feelings seems like a song
She writes
life is an elegy
poetry is an  eulogizer

I remember her smile
A sky reflected in the ocean
Blue, bright, and shine
I remember her smile
Far away
A scene cashed from the past

Trapped between silence and speech
Words can be dangerous
Silence might be a ******  
Poetry is a way out;
It says a lot.
At the same time, it says nothing
It's  silent- a sea before the storm ,
a volcano that can explore at any time-
It speaks, and it tells a  story
where verses, lines, rhymes,  tunes... are the main characters in her story .

The moon is blue.
It was never blue like that
The stars are falling
They were never falling before
Red flags are everywhere
They were never there

The story which started
Will never end

Birds are singing a song
They never sang it before
The moon is blue
It was never blue before
The moon is blue
It was never blue like that

My life is painted grey
Like the world in The Picture of Dorian Gray  
No colours; it's rather dry
I hope it will be turned happy one day  
from that, I discover that wishes can make my life  beautiful like the sky
Which  make me try to keep my dreams away from fly

The War killed our children
Though destroyed our houses
Homeless we are!
We live in our  Motherland
Now our Motherland lives within us
They destroyed our happiness
Invalided our houses
Killed our calmness
In the promised land
We become storangers in our land
They said, it's their country!
How and they didn't have any country!
They came from different lands
Settled  our lands!
They now call it homeland!
They didn't have any background
Strangers in our land !
There was a child in this land
Homeless he becomes
All his family died
Now, their spirits live there!
There was once a thief
Entered our land!
This thief stole our  this land !
He called it Canaan !

To the world of gloominess that is dominant
she wants to flourish, to live like a foolish
To the world of depression which is the profession
She wants to vanish, to live is not  garish
To the world of anxiety surrounding her society
She wants to fly, to touch the sky
To the world of madness where  she is the  goodness
She wants to change, not to be an insane

Feelings are  shaking
They are creating a melody in our hearts
They are singing a tune of death

he is not completed like my songs
he has no meaning like my words

Leave !

Go !

Fly !

Don't care !

I don't want you
Neither your time
Nor you words
If you don't care  

Go
I don't want
I don't need you
I already made my path without you

A sudden hit of Sadness,
she suffers from Madness  
A knock on the Brain,
She becomes insane.
A wave of madness,
she drowns  in Sadness!

A hit of anxiety,
She is killed by her society
A sudden hit  of illusion,
She lives in a psychological delusion

In this world, there is me
In this world,  there is a dream
In this world, there is you
In this world,  there are  me and you  
In this word, there is no way to meet you  
In this world, we chose not to be
In this world,  once we may not agree

I feel deep in my brain
I feel I'm insane  
I feel the pain digging my brain
I feel inside my brain
I feel I'm insane

I            'm
L      ighting
O              ur
V         isual
E              ye
Y             ou
O      rdered
U         pper

Let my soul fly
Liberating me from my cursed Cry
A sad sound repeated everyday
catches the attention of every Sad one
Creating a  feeling of a Dead  one

Sad, life is bad
Someone shoot me on the head
Dead, life is about to  end
Sad, we are all dead
Sad, depression is living in my head
Sad, I'm nothing but dead