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Wedyan AlMadani Jan 2013
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No, I'm not one of those teens
Obsessing about sweet sixteens
Those wanna be beauty queens
I never wanted to be in the scene nor on a movie screen
I just wanted to wear my old ripped out blue jeans
And wander around the world like I'm somehow unseen
With a mad mind and a crushed heart that I'm lost in between  
Can you really blame me? **** it, I'm just nineteen
20
Wedyan AlMadani Jul 2013
20
As I blew my twenty birthday candles
I blew away my pain along the old love songs
I blew away the memory of where I used to belong
I blew the late nights bongs and cigarette smokes
I blew the spattered glasses and the charcoal ashes
I blew my scattered dreams across the galaxy
I blew the ghosts that haunted me day and night
I blew the haze of your love stains
I blew away the past, the memories I never wanted to last
I blew the pain of twenty year that were shattered like glass
My birthday was on Monday, my god it feels like a step closer to death.
Wedyan AlMadani Dec 2012
2012 taught us to be strong
In 2012
We fell,
stumbled
and made mistakes
In 2012
We went wrong,
forgave
and forgot  
In 2012
Things changed,
We went through pain
And we survived it all
In 2012
We fell in love,
got hurt
and had broken hearts
In 2012
The masks fell,
True friends stayed
And the fake ones left
In 2012
We went crazy,
almost lost it all
and got back on track
In 2012
We outgrew ourselves,
our mistakes
and our reality
In 2012
We learned that true happiness doesn't need a penny,
love don't cost a thing
and peace is what we truly need
2012 was supposed to be the end but it was only the beginning  
Farewell to an unforgettable year
And hello to a year that we'll make the best of
Happy 2013 everyone
Wedyan AlMadani May 2013
7:34 AM and I still love you
Last June, I loved you
Five years later, I'll still love you
& that my dear, is my problem
Wedyan AlMadani Mar 2013
It beats
then races
till it falls down
and breaks
till it's no longer
the same
Wedyan AlMadani Jan 2013
I can't write anymore
I can't write because
all I think of is you
and all I want is you
I can't think of anything
but you and your eyes
and that smile that takes
my breath away and that
laugh that brings me joy
and the way you fool
around I can't *******
write because every time
I try to write I end up
writing about you and
you and nothing but
you and I can't do this
anymore I need to write
but I need you even more
Wedyan AlMadani Jan 2013
My mind wonders if
I'll ever stop
writing about
you
Wedyan AlMadani Jan 2013
It's 4:55 AM
And I'm wide awake
waiting for a txt from
you or maybe a call
but I know that you're
there in your bed safe
and sound sleeping
like an angel from
far above so peacefully
that the other angels
watch over you and
smile
Wedyan AlMadani Apr 2015
Remember how
the United States
tried to go back to
isolationism after
the great war, but ended
up caught in a more
deadly and
catastrophic war?
That's exactly how
I feel right now.
I just want to build
Ford automobiles and
washing machines, but instead
I'm shooting Atomic
bombs across
the Pacific.
Wedyan AlMadani Aug 2014
Sometimes all you need is to
isolate yourself from the world's
madness retreat back to a place
where you can recognize yourself
again and take a moment and
start thinking about yourself and only yourself, the decisions
you've made, admit your
mistakes and maybe let go?
It is never easy, but nothing is impossible
Baby steps won't hurt, just trust
these words
Wedyan AlMadani Nov 2014
Love yourself,
cherish your self-worth,
& most importantly
forgive.
Forgive for yourself
& not for anyone else,
because nothing
will haunt your existence
like the memory
of a wound that didn't mend.
Wedyan AlMadani Dec 2012
Look into her eyes
and tell me what you see?
look through her soul
is that pain you see?

Now,
look at her face
is that a smile you don't see?
is it gone?
where to?
don't you know?

Tell me,
don't you remember?
the sleepless nights
the day terrors
don't you remember?
the pain you caused
the love you destroyed
don't you remember?
how you left without a word
how you deserted her with no goodbyes

Now tell me,
who should we blame it on?
her?
should we blame it on her for loving you?
or
you?
for playing her?
or
should we,
should we blame it on love and life?
they both wreck us in the end don't they?
Writer's block is a *****.
Message me for any ideas.
Wedyan AlMadani Dec 2012
Blue,
like the sea.
In your eyes,
I see
mesmerizing pulchritude.
I gaze into them
& stray in a world
of unsaid words.
Pain,
hidden behind a beauty
so dazzling.
Pain,
only I can see.
Pain,
I want to heal.
Pain,
in the most beautiful eyes
I've ever seen.
Wedyan AlMadani Jan 2013
.وعدت نفسي أن لا أكتب عنك شيئاً، و وجدت نفسي من الذين يكسرون وعودهم بسهولة

I promised myself not to write a thing about you, and I found myself one of those who break their promises easily.
Wedyan AlMadani Jan 2013
He yelled sober thoughts when he drank.
Inked honest words when he wrote.
And if I had one wish,
I'd bring Bukowski back!
Wedyan AlMadani Mar 2013
Circumstances, time and people
they change
Feelings will fade
Love will stray  
Everything is ruled by change, but you
you're here stuck with a broken
clock, no more tick tock
a broken heart that
won't beat no more
and a broken soul that haunts
you till your sanity is no longer whole.
Wedyan AlMadani Dec 2012
My heart fell for you like ashes of ciga rettes.
Wedyan AlMadani Jan 2013
I never know,
what to do.
Wedyan AlMadani Jan 2013
Ever since I was a little girl I wanted to write.
Something about words and books mesmerized me and captured my heart.
You would always find children playing with the sand at the beach building sand castles and their dreams but me, I’d always find myself looking for a shade away from the noise to read my favorite fairytale. My mother always thought that I didn’t like other children and their company. I liked other children but I liked myself more and enjoyed being alone with my fairytales and daydreams. I was raised as an only child. I’ve always seen little boys and girls playing around and I secretly wanted to be with them, to play aloud and laugh so innocently but I couldn’t so I would just smile at them and walk away. I was too shy. Even as a little girl people always said that there’s something different about me, too quite and polite. My mother used to take great pride in that. She had the quite girl with the angelic smile. Yes, I used to smile a lot even to strangers. I never remember why though. I loved her with all my life even though she wasn’t always there, my mother was.. I don’t remember what she was like but they all told me that no matter what, she always loved me. I remember sneaking into her bed when I was afraid, but I don’t remember what used to frighten me. I know that I wasn’t afraid of the dark; in fact I loved the dark. I couldn’t sleep with a single dim light on. My nanny used to tell me a bedtime story every night before I go to sleep.  I remember that I couldn’t sleep without holding her hand and hugging her. Can you believe it? I couldn’t sleep without having my nanny holding me. She was the love of my life. I loved her more than my own mother I am afraid. She loved me like I was her own. And every time she travels to visit her family, I would cry myself to sleep. Remembering her smile, her bedtime stories and every time she held my small hands. My mother used to come check on me in bed and I used to hide beneath my blanket because I never wanted her to see my tears. Every time she tries to read me a bedtime story it never felt the same. I used to write about how I miss my nanny and how it never felt the same with my mother. I used to write about a lot of things when I was younger. I used to love the smell of a new notebook or a book. I would read a book then write about how I enjoyed it. I used to have a lot of pens and pencils I loved pens because they made my handwriting look pretty and pencils because they would let me erase my mistakes. I never chose between them so I found myself writing with both of them in every page.
As a child I had so many scattered thoughts, whenever I start writing I find myself end up drawing on the same notebook.  I loved drawing as well. I used to buy all the different pencils because colors were too much for me. I loved seeing them but I never liked using colors. I loved every shade of grey there was. And I loved my pens and pencils the most of all.
Wedyan AlMadani Mar 2013
Crash into me
with the fury of the waves
of a wild sea that drowns
the whole town
and the wrath of the flames
of a volcano that lights up
the night skies
Wedyan AlMadani Apr 2015
The creative soul
never rests, as it
keeps longing
to create.
Wedyan AlMadani Jan 2013
Don't let the astonishing beauty deceive you
You should know that
there's pain behind every smile,
seas of grief in many blue eyes,
darkness within the fairness,
and viciousness,
beyond every allurement
Wedyan AlMadani Mar 2013
Here comes the sun
and she's in your arms
and my denial keeps me on the edge of the chance
that I'll have you some other night
Wedyan AlMadani Apr 2013
Aspire to make change and inspire is my true desire.
This is my new Twitter bio.
Wedyan AlMadani Dec 2012
Everyone
wants
to
fall
in
love.
While
I'd
rather
drown
in
liquor.
Wedyan AlMadani Jan 2013
She fell,
screamed
and yelled

Cried,
weeped
and called

Waited,
patiently
with hope

And

Finally

She
poured herself a drink,
put some lipstick on
and pulled herself together

Knowing
that
he's
never
coming
home
“Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.”


― Elizabeth Taylor
Wedyan AlMadani Dec 2012
The world is ending,
The Mayans said.
People are praying,
Everyone's so afraid.
And I'm here waiting,
No I'm not scared.
My world has ended,
With you instead.
You left me fading,
And now my soul is dead.
Wedyan AlMadani Mar 2013
I go to bed everynight trying to escape
the weight that of the world
I run from every time I close my eyes
the weight of the world
that burdens my whole existence
the weight of the world
I couldn't carry on my shoulders
I woke up with the weight world I couldn't carry on my shoulders.
Wedyan AlMadani Dec 2012
Notify my heart
Let it trend with feelings
Make me follow you into the darkness
And build me a home of eternal madness
It's 4 AM and I couldn't think of something better..
Wedyan AlMadani Jan 2013
I always find myself,
falling back into your arms
No matter how far,
I ride away from you
I'll always find myself,
back on you
Breathless is how,
you leave me every time
The Angels look down to us,
each time we shine
I totally loved somethingweknewwasours's idea!

THE SHUFFLE PROMPT IS MY FAVOURITE OF ALL TIME. You grab your iPod (or iPhone, or MP3 player, or Pandora or whatever you keep your music on) and the first 5 songs that play on shuffle, you integrate into your poem.

The five songs were, Falling by Florence + The Machine - Ride by Lana Del Rey - I'm on you by Dj Antoine - Breathless by Shayne Ward - Angels by The **.
Wedyan AlMadani Mar 2013
They said it was passion
but there was no compassion
just an inglorious fatal attraction
that only wanted the satisfaction
Wedyan AlMadani Dec 2012
What's love without pain?
What's fun without games?
What's life without madness?
I wander through my scattered world with these three questions.
To find true love,
we must go through this painful process
of falling in and out of love, falling into the wrong crowd
and a line of men who will destroy what's left of our feelings.
To find the real meaning of fun,
we must play along in the schemes that life throws on us.
Enjoy it.
Embrace it.
Live with absolute and unconditional madness.
Learn how to fall
in
l i q u o r
& it's friends.
Wedyan AlMadani Oct 2013
I crave freedom
more than a sun
that craves to touch
the horizon

more than a moon
craving to be flaunted
at the midnight sky

more than a sinner
that craves to see
the seven heavens

and more than a saint
craving to be veiled
from hell's wrath
Wedyan AlMadani Mar 2013
Free your soul
of the pride that
destroys your all
Free your mind
of lust, greed and gluttony
that haunts your
every doomed thought
Free your heart
of the wrath that
blinds your eyes
and sloth that
makes you lose your path
Free your eyes of envy
that eats you up like jealousy
Wedyan AlMadani Jan 2013
You see the thing is
I don't wanna spend everynight remeniscing about the way you used to look into my eyes,
regretting every single moment we had under the shining stars
and tearing myself apart for a memory that strayed in the dark.
Your laugh that brings endless joy to every bit of my broken soul,
that smile that drives my wrecked heart insanely wild
and the way you stare right through my heart seeing it beat right out of my chest, beating with love
Your love,
Our love,
The love we've never shared but somehow had,
Never expressed but felt every time you mistakenly touch my hand.
Wedyan AlMadani Jan 2013
No matter how my day goes, I find myself ending up here.
It's past midnight and I'm sleepless like every other night.
No matter where I go, I find myself looking for you in every word and every sad song.
It's terrifying, how you managed to consume every single thought in my mind and made it all about you.
No matter how hard I try, I find myself running through the old scars you've left on me.
It's 3 AM and all I think of is the way you used to run your fingers through my hair, the way you took my breath away each time you looked at me and how you were both my heaven and hell.
No matter where I leave to, I find myself back at the same place you've left me and with the same ghosts that haunt me.
Wedyan AlMadani May 2013
You stumble along the road
And suddenly feel so lost
People are not same no more
Faces ain't so familiar anymore
Memories faded to the floor
And you,
Your mind and soul
With the wind
Are gone
Wedyan AlMadani Jan 2013
When it's completely,
lost and gone,
I write it back.
Wedyan AlMadani Mar 2014
I never knew how to say Goodbye
I learned to say Caio in Italian
Au revoir never seems like farewell in French
But Aloha looks like a hello in Hawaiian
Romanians usually leave with La revedere
The old English said God þē mid sīe (lit. "God be with you)
Persians are parting with (khoda hafez) خداحافظ
(ma'a as-salāmah) مع السلامة was the Arabs salutation
But I still don't know how to say *Goodbye
Wedyan AlMadani Nov 2014
Great things
always end
in catastrophe.
Like the war
depression
love
& us.
You were the greatest thing I destroyed.
Wedyan AlMadani Feb 2013
I won't sing you a love song
nor I'll ever dance along
but I will tell you this,
you are the light that shines
through my darkest moments
that fights my deepest fears
that lights my whole life
you are the one who
makes my whole life
with your simple words
of care and sweet love
my one and only
I wish you nothing
but the happiest of days
on this special day!

Happy birthday SULTANI!
This one's for you Sultani!!!!<333
Wedyan AlMadani Nov 2014
Beauty fades,
but a heart of gold
will never rust away.
Wedyan AlMadani Apr 2015
I have a cold heart,
and whenever I try to
find a glimpse of
warmth I end up
setting it on fire.
Wedyan AlMadani Jan 2013
I might not remember every lips I've kissed
nor the the broken hearts I've left
and the insane nights I've spent
but I will never forget those eyes
that were truly heaven sent
Wedyan AlMadani Mar 2014
He doesn't love me

*He loves who he thinks I am
Wedyan AlMadani Jun 2014
You're gone but I won't get high
Cause I'm already fly
My aspirations reach the sky
There's no need to even try
You left without saying goodbye
There are no tears in my eyes
Just for you I'll never cry
No I'm not that shy
To tell you that I'll forget you in a blink of an eye
Don't forget that I'm the queen of July
Inspired by Stay high (Tove Lo Flip) - Hippie Sabotage
Wedyan AlMadani Dec 2012
What should hurt me more?
You loving her?
Or
Me wanting you?
Or
Me waiting for something that can never exist?
Wedyan AlMadani Jan 2013
When I tell you that I miss you, you should know that I'm lying. I don't miss you, I miss the shivers I used to get every time you touched me I miss the way you used to hold my hand and play with my hair but I don't miss you. I miss your drunken calls at 3 AM in the morning telling me that you've had it with the life and me I miss how I drove you out of you mind and back to your senses every time I'd gaze into your eyes. I miss how you would drop everything every time I asked you to come over I miss how you made your whole world revolve around me but I don't miss you. I miss the late nights of ***** and cigarettes by the beach and how we used lay there just like little children so innocently till the sun rises. I miss the feeling you used to give me I miss how you made my heart beat out of my chest I miss every single little detail of what we had but hell, I don't miss you.
Wedyan AlMadani Mar 2014
I don't need a hero
In this story I will be
My own savior and you
Won't be my conqueror
I don't need to be saved
I need to be left in my solitude
With my thoughts & perceptions
I don't need you
I need me
Wedyan AlMadani Jan 2013
Every writer has a cold heart. It lives inside the apartment building of their ribs, on the very top floor close to the fire escape, where it can flee through the window if need be. They like to ruin the things they write about. Even the moon feels broken when they’re done with it. Nothing a writer mentions in their work can ever be whole again.

If writers had gardens, they would be full of words, buried deep down under the sweet dark soil like vegetable seeds. They take root and grow there, sometimes for months, sometimes for years, until a story is born, and then they bloom. That’s why so many well-known authors had green thumbs. In their spare time you can find them out on the terrace, smoking a cigarette or drinking tea, maybe down at the beach with their limbs splayed out in the water like the five points of a star.

Writers are easy to fall in love with. They make their lovers feel like ghosts, transient and luminescent. When they have *** it’s never just ***. They speak when they’re making love, endless sentences of poetry and prose. Some of their best works are created when wrapped around the body of another. They’re always taking mental snapshots of the way their skin fits into someone else’s. They notice every little thing. Each bruise, freckle, callus, and vein. They could write an anthology all about the hidden parts of the body.

When a writer captures you, all you can do is stand like a deer in headlights until they’re finished with you. They’ll keep you locked up in their den for days, their pen endlessly moving across paper. You’ll never forget the sound of that typewriter. It’ll haunt you in your sleep. They’ll let you drown. If you were at the bottom of the ocean, with the bubbles already escaping from your lips, they wouldn’t save you. There would be no anchor to throw down to you, no lifeboat to come your way. Writers always let their subjects drown. It’s just easier that way.

And if a writer falls in love with you, you’re done for. Be prepared for a terrifying existence. They’ll want to watch you all the time. You’ll live off of ramen noodles and packets of instant coffee, and your limbs will always be wrapped around theirs in the bathtub. The coldness of their heart may melt a little, until it’s less like the Arctic and more like a glacier. Only you can warm your hands over their fire. But they’ll **** you, slowly, without mercy. They’ll **** you with pure poetry and prose. You can never escape from their stories. If a writer falls in love with you, you will forever be caught up in the web of their words.
This is not my work but I had to share it.
Absolutely spectacular.
Source:
http://writingsforwinter.tumblr.com/post/34274517564/if-a-writer-falls-in-love-with-you
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