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ej Sep 2015
Journal entries scrawled in black ink,
smeared by rainfall,
as only a fool would write outside

Only a fool would get glowstick gel
on his hands

I found a plastic fish that's meant to
go on my keychain; I lost
my keychain in the summer of '07

It's been too long since I've really been alone
and I'm tasting it again

It's salt on my fingertips
It's words I can't vocalize
Carnal
Primal
Dead
Naomi Hartnell Jun 2010
You are my weakness
you show me no grace
eroding my sanity
Wiping that look of my face

I'm at your mercy
You're in control
My tears they don't faze you
just dig me a hole

And when it's all over
it was all in my head!
provoked you!
Drove you to it!
Was something i said!

This is my secret
I've no one to tell
To others we are normal
my own private hell

Naomi Hartnell 07
- From Half-Devoured Heart
John Stevens Jan 2011
Jesus washed me clean

The 5-28-06
(Stolen from the memory of someone. The deep recesses of the mind of days gone by. When life seemed to be worthless, when the mind was dark and lonely, Jesus came and set them free. Was this your mind?)
————————————————–
The brokenness of my life, a shattered life in the eyes of others, (some would say hopeless) was put together, redeemed, made whole the first time I believed.

For the first time in my life I was clean. I didn’t feel ***** anymore. Jesus washed me clean. I was redeemed and remade in His image.

It began the day someone told me about Jesus. The moment I believed, for the first time in my life I was clean. I now walk the path Jesus walks. Each day is new and fresh in Him. When I am weak He is strong. He never leaves me. He carries me when I am tired and can no longer walk. He tells me to hold on to Him for tomorrow will be better. The days despair threatens to drag me down, He carries me until I can stand once again. When I can walk once more, we walk once again hand in hand. I can hear His voice say “well done today” as I lay my head down for the night. Sleep is wonderful knowing I am in His hands.

Each day I wake up is like the first time I met Him. I am clean. Can I say “clean” too much? I am clean in His eyes and He gives me joy, He gives me life. He gives me the bread of life that I may live with Him forever.

“Every morning I wake up is a good day.
Every morning I wake up and give God the glory, is a wonderful day.
The morning I wake up to Heaven’s brand new day, is a glorious day indeed.”


Do you know Him? Really know Him? Let go of the old life and be redeemed, be made new in Him. Hopeless is not a word Jesus thinks about. All things are possible with Him. For my life, a shattered life in the eyes of others, (some would say hopeless) was put together, redeemed, made whole the first time I believed.

07-02-08
This was written about a young woman who was lifted out of a life of **** and prostitution over two years ago. It has been two years since writing the above part. I see her at church these days and she gets more beautiful every day. The effects of **** are gone from her face. Her eyes have taken on a glow of Jesus in her life. Hearing her talk about her walk with Jesus just sends chills down my back. This is Amazing Grace walking, talking, and living among us.
I was not going to post this because it is rather personal.
I came to the conclusion it is an integral part of the first piece posted called "Just Being There"

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/79824/just-being-there/
John Stevens Jul 2014
The little girl stood, with cone in hand. The ice cream on the ground.
The tears welled up in her eyes, as people stood around.
Tears fell like rain, her heart was breaking, she didn’t know what to do.
Then through the tears, saw grandpa kneeling… Saying, “Grandpa’s here for you.”

Grandpa said to the ice cream man “Another ice cream please.”
“Stack it high and pack it tight.” “We’ve got things to do and see.”
The little girl melted into his arms The sorrow turned to joy.
When grandpa’s near, all is better For grandpa’s little girl.

Oh, grandpa loves you Lady Sye Girl Forever and always.
When things get tough, call on Him He will lead you through the maze.
When you get to Heaven, many years from now. You will find me waiting there.
I’ll be by the ice cream stand a waiting Just for you to get there .

The little girl grew to a fine young woman. The time went by so fast.
She learned of things not of this world. The things that will always last.
You could see grandpa and the young girl, Walking side by side through life.
When things got tough they called on Him, To help them through the strife.

Oh, grandpa loves you Lady Sye Girl Forever and always.
When things get tough, call on Him He will lead you through the maze.
When you get to Heaven, many years from now. You will find me waiting there.
I’ll be by the ice cream stand a waiting Just for you to get there .

The young woman cried when grandpa died. As they lowered him in the ground.
Tears welled up, in her eyes As people stood around.
Tears fell like rain, her heart was breaking. She knew just what to do.
So she looked up high to see the Father And heard “Grandpa’s here for you.”

Your, grandpa loves you Lady Sye Girl Forever and always.
When things get tough, call on Me I will lead you through the maze.
When you get to Heaven, many years from now. You will find him waiting here.
He’ll be by the ice cream stand a waiting Just for you to get here

Oh, grandpa loves you Lady Sye Girl Forever and always.
When things get tough, call on Him He will lead you through the maze.
When you get to Heaven, many years from now. Your will find me waiting here.
I’ll be kneeling right next to Jesus While I’m waiting for you to get here.

Good night sweet Princess. See you in the morning.
©9-15-06 John Stevens

07-14-2014 For Sye
VII

The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul
Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole
Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink
Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,
Was caught up into love, and taught the whole
Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole
God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,
And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear.
The names of country, heaven, are changed away
For where thou art or shalt be, there or here;
And this . . . this lute and song . . . loved yesterday,
(The singing angels know) are only dear
Because thy name moves right in what they say.
Sylph Oct 2011
If we're asked to shout,

would same words echo from our mouth?

If I'd cross this street,

are you there halfway so  we'd meet?

when you hear me singing songs,

would you care to sing-along?

this is not like a daisy;

blooms as the sun rises,

then shuts as it darkens.

It's more like an evergreen,

color is unfading

though seasons are changing.

if I leave this hanging,

would you...

07-23-11
Qualyxian Quest Jun 2021
5:07 a.m.
Birds singing

Long ago
Basketball

5:08 a.m.
Cease clinging

Shunyata
Wetheral

    Call.
Shadoe Lange Nov 2011
Love is the best feeling
A small word that is so strong
And so heart breaking if used wrong
But when right, so thrilling

True love is hard to discover
If you are chasing after it
You only find false love and want to quit
Just bouncing from lover to lover

You have to let love find you
By simply letting go
Give God the wheel even if He's driving slow
After all, patience is virtue

You'll know when its right
You can't help but fall
You'll feel like you have it all
And when you do, hold on tight

Treat all the moments like fairytales
Remember love is not a game,
Love is not tame
And love never fails
Brumous Feb 2021
Another day passes by,
With me not knowing why.

A grin is plastered on my face,
Like a maniac running from something he hates;
yet I still enjoy the feeling of the chase.

The tension made it an ill-looking smile;
then the idea was washed over me.
I feel this way because...

I was useless.

I was useless yet did nothing to solve this problem.
I'll idly do something as I remember all the things that should've been done,

It haunts me

every second,

minute,

and hour.

I was a menace,
A menace to myself and everyone;
Felt like an actor reading a script.

But then again, someone said that life and all is like a play
And the world is a stage.

It makes everything feel surreal,
Like a living dream.
"Sometimes people are clouds,
they pass by without saying goodbye"
Mitch Prax Dec 2019
What could you and I
do with more whiskey and a
little more bruising?

7:07 PM
16/12/19
Tsunami Apr 2018
6 weeks
and I still want to wash my body
In bleach.
Go over each inch,
With a bristle brush.
Watch my skin bleed.
Because no matter what I do
I can not get the taste of him
Out of my mouth,
Get rid of feeling
Him
Inside me.

Fingers touching my throat
My lips on his neck
I can't get rid of it.

Fifty one days
My soul is still too soft
Too soluble
For his liking.
My liquid gold
Can not fill the cracks in his soul
The jagged edges of his ribs.

Instead it slides down his body
My tongue follows
drip
     drip
          drip
We cool on uneven stones
slowly i get better but heres something
'''''''''''''''''  ये कैसी आजादी  ?? '''''''''''''''
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आजाद कहाँ हम ?
ये कैसी आजादी ?
गुलामों से बढ कर
हमारी बरबादी ॥

दिया एक भी जला नहीं किसी घर में,
गरीब हम , क्या खाएँ, चूल्हा ठंढा घर में,
मिटे कैसे भूख जो पलती उदर मे।
बाहर भी जाएं तो खौफ जिगर मे,
आतंकी अनहोनियाँ नगर मे, ड्गर मे ॥

आजाद कहाँ हम ?
जब सुरसा महँगाई
निवाले पे खतरा
सरकारी बेहयाई ॥

समझों किस हालत में देश अपना आज है ।
लोग यहाँ चूहे तो नेतागण बाज है ॥
देश की स्टीयरिंग थामे घोटालेबाज है ॥
जो करे विरोध उस पर गिरती गाज है ॥
बस कहने को देश में जनता का राज है ॥


- सुरज कुमर सिहँ
दिनांक :- 07 / 11 / 2010
Poppy Halafihi Feb 2019
Once there was a lost and lonely caterpillar
Searching for her glitter
But then She found you
Who helped her break through
Allowing time
To help her climb
You sheltered her, helped her transform
Which gave her the power to get through the storm
Letting her bloom
Away from the fumes
Now she has wings
It’s time to cut strings
No looking back
It’s time to unpack
She’s finally found her way
No more sky’s full of grey
No longer scared of the moon
This butterfly no longer needs her cocoon

Co written by
Lucy Burdon and Coco 07
We all go throw our own metamorphosis
anonymous Nov 2014
4 am
and you're face
and voice
still races
through
my mind
Dark n Beautiful Apr 2014
To be the one in the crowd, who whispered words
no one would ever hear
To be the raven, who has never had the guts to
return to Noah Ark;

To be the dry, red rot shoes
who have never been worn because
07 was a size too small for those cow hoofs

To be the Cardinals from around the world
Who has to selected the next 17th Pope
As the world watch:

To be the end of a journey for the new born:
whose mother lay helplessly on the stretcher
because of her lifestyles:

It would be a blessed day not to be awaken
by the sound of the roaster who croaks
no blogging, blogging, or no ranting:
What would be sole purpose?
Not to do the things I love?

To be one who have to take a slice of bread:
And make breakfast for five hungry children

To be the one who said:
Today is the day I am going to look for a job
After spending nineteen years
with the same employer
Just to be ******* by the same company
Who claims the company is going to be bankrupt
No money for his employees
~
I have just begun to see life as it is.
I need no sympathy:
I must be tripping
wake up and live
Victoria Maretti Apr 2013
Goodnight texts;
What goodnight texts?
They don't seem important when
the only goodnights I want said
are those we whisper in your bed.
Sara L Russell Feb 2012
15/2 /12        02:07

She's slipping through the loopholes in my prayers
Defying all attempts to wish her well
The world at large so little knows or cares
How many languish in a private hell

She's slipping through the system; what there is
And loopholes of what care there ought to be
She's teetering before a precipice
The endless chasm of the wait-and-see

A prayer is but an exertion of will
Sent drifting in the bright dome of the sky
Each one of many; some unanswered still
Some high priority, some drift on by.

She's slipping through the loopholes in our prayers,
Fading the hopes of everyone who cares.
Karijinbba Jul 2019
Pardon the way
that I stare!
reading your ink
leaves me weak
leading me strong
and bare
wanting to read yours dear
can't take my finger
off this cell mirror
keyboard cyberg

My words expressing
my hells
my paradise lands
all gone
madness is not an option to claim

courage and patience
are winning clues
understanding
others a must!
Going mis-understood isn't with the great sages reading this;

it's with cold
and timid souls,
knowng neither triumph nor defeat.

Poets across the globe
write much this way
and thrive
Our honorable metaphors
linked
living in interesting times
poetic writers
all tuned in
diverse minds global united we are!

One single thought
our minds become
One single beat
our hearts sing
a tune

Here at Hello poetry
honorable metaphors
greeted
with likes and loves
heart throbbing poems
linking us all
at once
from Hello Poetry
across the globe
so that we may
linger on
timeless
beyond.
~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
revised 01/2020.
Revised 07-20/20.
Thanks for reading even if you don't comment like or love. Stay blessed please pray for one another no harm in praying is there!?
Marko Antic Mar 2016
Awakening at 06:30.
Make the bed in a hurry, wash Your face.
Get ready.
You are at work at 07:30.
It's not a great job, but you don't have another.
Try not to be late.
Insert the card, sign yourself in book of arrivals.
Say “hallo” to colleagues.
When You arrive, drink your coffee.
Struggle like others, you're not the only slave.
Pay attention for  a lunch break. Eat something.
Manage out for a couple of aspirins.
**** it up. They own You till  15:30.
Have lunch. Take a bath.
Play up your favorite video game.
Empty up, kick *** of some bad guys.
Reply to a text message from your girlfriend.
Make some plans for a weekend.
Not every weekend is going to be free.
Do not neglect art.
Work on the story.
Write down a few sentences.
Lie down a bit.
Close your eyes. Open them.
Read.
A friend have borrowed You a book.
Take some bite to eat.
At 21:05 play some movie.
Betty Blue, or Barton Fink.
At 23:40 You are already soundly asleep.
You made it…?
Dream.
Translated by Mary...
Naja Feb 2015
Hvilken side af mit ansigt vil du nu ramme?
Hvilken farve vil dine øjne være?
Hvilken lyd vil dine ord udforme, når de rammer mig i mit dybeste indre? Klokken 07:42 går jeg ned ad trappen.
Synet af dine pupiller som svulmer op ved tanken om dine næste ord.
Smerten når de rammer, som en kold håndflade på mine sprukne kinder, borer sig igennem mit kød og giver genlyd i mine knogler.  
Skyggen fra mine arme som dækker mit ansigt.  
Vil du nogensinde kunne se igennem smerten og strømmen af ord, eller fylder min eksistens for lidt i forhold til dit ego?  
Når min krop visner og falder sammen på stengulvet, afviger lyden af dine skridt og mine øjenlåg lukker sig og omfagner min krop.
Poppy Halafihi Jan 2019
I am British,
But I don’t feel English.
I’ve lived in France for manny years,
But I don’t feel French.
I have traveled to different places,
I can’t seem to find my home.
The truth is,
I do know where it is.
It’s all around me,
Everywhere I go.
The world is my house.
We are all from the same place,
We are all worth the same.
Why does my nationality confines me?
Why does it define me?

To explore the rooms in my house,
I have to ask for permission to enter.
I can’t stay in my kitchen,
As I have be cooking for to long.
I can’t return to my garden,
As I have already been there twice.
I am waiting to see my living room,
But I am still being refused.
I am stuck in my bedroom,
But I want to change rooms.

Stop telling me to go back home.
This is my country,
This is your country,
This is our country.
We should all have the right,
Equally to explore our house,
Without being refused.

By
Coco 07
I am very new to witting but it has inspired me to express my feelings.
In which I would like to share as maybe it will inspire you to.
Poppy Halafihi Mar 2019
Opening my eyes for the very first time
by my mothers side without a single crime
The sun is shining
I am playing
We are sliding
My mum is smiling
I'm anticipating to explore the lands
Without having to hold her hands
Soon I’ll no longer be a pup
Soon I’ll be all grown up

Suddenly I can hear sounds of laughter
The noises started to scatter
Bang bang bang
They’re attacking her
My own mother
She protected me
Pushing me to the sea
To set me free
Telling me to spree
With no time to disagree
The monsters didn’t want my mum
They wanted me, to slit my throat
But this time they’ll return to their boats
Without my warm white coat

Five, ten, fifteen minutes go by
I’m getting low on air supply
I’m afraid to see what above
I wish everything could just be undone
Gasping for one more breath
Circled by all their deaths
Feeling as though I’m about to drown
Whiles fleeing this crazy battle ground

My arms are getting heavy
I don’t think I’m quite ready
My legs are starting to burn
I don’t know where to turn
Swimming as fast as I can without thinking
I find myself trapped in this thick green netting
I don’t want to moan
As I am not alone
I wish this wasn’t real
I think they want me for their meal

Unlike the others I mange to set my self free
With this thick green netting all around me  
It’s weighing me down
I don’t want to drown
Five days go by everyday is a struggle
Swimming around stuck in this rubble
You are destroying my home
With no safe place to rome
Up to 200 species extinct everyday
There’s no time to delay
5 of my kind are endangered
It’s time to make changes!

By Coco 07
I am an Au Pair inspired by an 11 year old.
We wrote this poem together to create more awareness on the cruelty we are causing.
Together we can make a difference!
Be we whom are enchanted,
to thee and me

‘Oh can you hear the poets of ole’?
Like a sea of cosmic sirens whispering,    
beckoning to ruinous liquid tear shores?
And yet a fire burns in dulcet serenade,
a phoenix sweeps by in offering
lonely nights starlight winter quill

─ Driven brittle illusions thus we write,
a poets song that cannot be sung,  
A poetic graveyard summoned,
where diamond dreams never die

─ To thee and me

A private world born of poetry,
─ be amber and obsidian secrets told,
Seek you in a box of Pandora,
Thy gift, a slip of mirror you in sparkling glass,
a puzzle to be a line in write,
and thyself beautiful it shall be,
and so, it is written,
‘Where pretty words bloom and bleed,
And the last precious flower is kissed goodbye

─ in a poets dream  

And so it be pendulous contemplation for a  
Raven hunts within unrequited,
spilling love, blood and seed,
ectopic words bud and grow in raining malignant-need,  
born in flurry of prose to be read golden,
read free

Our incense blood be thrilled in a silent perfumed tomb
Adorned ******, yet breathlessly unholy,
etched on distant wings weaving,
Capturing grandfather’s time,
In a garden of amaranthine words

─  For thee and me

© Arnay Rumens (ASPAR) 07 2016
Brianna Feb 2017
5:07 am: a man on a bike was riding exceptionally fast along a dead street. I smiled to myself. Where had he been? where was he going? was he leaving someone? or was he returning? The beauty in the moment is that i'll never know.
I hope he gets to where he needs to go.
Silence Screamz Sep 2015
Sorry fellow poets, I haven't been on in awhile. My sister just passed away on Sept. 07. It has been a very hard time. No words can describe how I am feeling about her loss. She was only 55
Richard Riddle Jul 2015
When I was writing my piece, "For Donna(Society has Changed)", I remembered that Corpus Christi has an annual "Buccaneer Day" celebration. My brother and me always dressed up in costume to take in some of the events. Of course, as a kid, and some "adult kids" couldn't be a pirate unless you wore a patch over one eye, a red bandana around your head, and a scar drawn on your face.

There was always a re-enactment of the pirates attacking, boarding, and taking command of a galleon. Then I remembered columnist Dave Barry's creation of "Talk Like a Pirate Day!" With some of the responses to my post, it seems I found the key to unlock that "inner child", releasing more recollections of childhood pleasantries.

Now, all ages seem to be getting in on the act. Taking time off from these stressful times to do something asinine, somewhat ridiculous, but totally enjoyable,  at least for a little while. There doesn't seem to be much of that anymore.


copyright: Richard Riddle 07-28-15
Richard Riddle Jul 2014
In those days of "yesteryear"-
those days my memory
holds so dear-
Days that filled my heart with joy-
all I wanted to be,was a ......

"Sing'n Cowboy."

Our hero was a special man,
to reach that level of acclaim
So, if you'll please allow me-
I'll explain.

Our hero, leading a wagon train,
three thousand miles from East to West-
Surviving the elements and indian raids-
his clothes were always freshly washed,
and his pants so neatly pressed.

Our hero always had a horse-
so smart it could pass a college course-
Our hero, *******, and in a terrible spot,
that horse, with his teeth,
Could untie the Gordian Knot.

All successful heros
had to have a friend-
A trusty, loyal, "sidekick"
that stayed with him to the end.

All the movie "sidekicks,"
as often as they could-
Had a very simple job,
to keep our hero "look'n good,"

They had to have a funny name-
"Fuzzy", "Gabby", and "Ukelele Ike",
names known from coast to coast,
and up and down the pike.

There was one that stood alone-
taller than the others
Often called "The Best of theWest",
none other, than "Lumpy Covers."

So, our hero, with his 'ol guitar-
just kept on a'ride'n, toward the horizon-
as far as the eye could see-
Sing'n, and strum'n,
all in the Key of G.

copyright: richard riddle 07-14-2014
Alvian Eleven Dec 2024
Setelah 07 Oktober adalah normal baru.
Orang orang Gaza tak lagi punya kehidupan.
Kehidupan telah dihancurkan kekacauan.
Kekacauan panjang yang penuh penderitaan.

Tiap hari Hassan dan keluarganya terlunta lunta.
Menyusuri jalanan tanpa tahu harus kemana.
Tenda dan barang tertinggal di pengungsian yang hancur diserang.
Itulah normal baru Hassan.

Berkali kali Asmaa mendapat kabar buruk.
Murid muridnya telah tewas satu persatu.
Dia hanya bisa menangis teringat mereka.
Itulah normal baru Asmaa.

Samara sedih ketika anaknya ulang tahun.
Dia tak bisa membuat kue **** seperti biasanya.
Yang dia buat hanyalah lumpur berbentuk kue ****.
Itulah normal baru Samara.

Berbotol botol minyak goreng dibeli Mai.
Semuanya diisi ke dalam tanki mobilnya.
Setelah itu dia melintasi jalan Al Rashid yang penuh kehancuran.
Itulah normal baru Mai.

Mustafa sering duduk di tepi pantai.
Terus terusan termenung sedih sambil menangis.
Teringat gadis pujaannya yang tewas mengenaskan.
Itulah normal baru Mustafa.

Fadi sering kelelahan berjalan kaki jauh.
Mencari cari solar panel untuk mengecas laptop.
Dan juga tempat yang menjangkau internet.
Itulah normal baru Fadi.

Tiap hari Mariam selalu kelelahan.
Dia harus mengantri air dan mencari kayu bakar.
Setelah itu mencuci , memasak dan membersihkan tenda.
Itulah normal baru Mariam.

Tiap pergi ke pasar Heba selalu merasa jengkel.
Harga telur , ayam dan sayuran semakin naik tinggi.
Sementara dia kesulitan mendapatkan donasi.
Itulah normal baru Heba.

Yousef sering ikut nelayan ke laut.
Naik perahu sambil membawa jala untuk mencari ikan.
Tapi hanya sebentar di laut kapal perang datang menggempur.
Itulah normal baru Yousef.

Tiap melihat foto dirinya Mohammed selalu sedih.
Badannya kurus kering dan pucat kulitnya.
Akibat sering kelaparan dan kekurangan gizi.
Itulah normal baru Mohammed.

Abdullah selalu kesulitan mendapatkan donasi.
Dia sudah senang jika bisa membeli mie dan kopi.
Baginya itu menjadi suatu kemewahan.
Itulah normal baru Abdullah.

Tiap teringat kebun olive miliknya Ali selalu sedih.
Kebun warisan keluarganya itu sudah terbakar habis.
Tak ada lagi yang tersisa selain hanya kenangan saat musim panen.
Itulah normal baru Ali.

Melanjutkan sekolah online memang melelahkan.
Tiap hari Tareq harus berjalan jauh untuk mengecas laptop.
Dia juga sering kesulitan mendapat koneksi internet.
Itulah normal baru Tareq.

Gas dan bensin sulit didapatkan.
Satu satunya bahan bakar hanyalah minyak goreng.
Ayahnya Omar menjualnya di pinggir jalan.
Itulah normal baru ayahnya Omar.

Khaled dan keluarganya sering kelaparan.
Uang donasi tak menentu dan tak ada bantuan makanan.
Satu satunya yang bisa dimakan hanyalah makanan ternak.
Itulah normal baru Khaled.

Tiap melihat foto dirinya Eman sering menangis.
Wajahnya tampak kusut dan kecantikannya memudar.
Bibirnya yang kering tak bisa lagi tersenyum.
Itulah normal baru Eman.

Musim dingin Aya sangat menderita.
Dia meringkuk kedinginan di dalam tenda yang kehujanan.
Tak ada selimut atau apapun yang menghangatkan.
Itulah normal baru Aya.

Tiap hari Walid pergi kemana mana.
Naik kereta keledai mengantarkan orang orang.
Sambil berhati hati menghindari drone terbang.
Itulah normal baru Walid.

Kamera Nassar tampak kusam.
Tiap hari dia selalu menyusuri jalanan berdebu.
Yang dia potret hanya rombongan pengungsi dan mayat mayat bergelimpangan.
Itulah normal baru Nassar.

Ketika ramadhan Fatema merasa sedih.
Dia tak punya bahan untuk membuat kue.
Yang dia punya hanyalah sisa tepung penuh belatung.
Itulah normal baru Fatema.

Kakeknya Ashraf terbaring lemah di dalam tenda.
Sering berteriak ketakutan saat mendengar suara.
Ledakan demi ledakan bombardir pesawat jet dan helikopter.
Itulah normal baru kakeknya Ashraf.

Khalil sering menggerutu.
Tiap pertandingan El Classico dia tidak bisa nonton.
Yang bisa dia lakukan hanya membaca berita sepakbola.
Itulah normal baru Khalil.

Huda merasa lelah meneruskan kuliah online.
Sementara dia sering terkenang dengan kampusnya yang telah hancur.
Dan juga teman temannya yang telah tewas.
Itulah normal baru Huda.

Ketika musim panas Kareem sangat menderita.
Dia kepanasan di dalam tenda yang sempit.
Sementara di luar matahari benar benar terik.
Itulah normal baru Kareem.

Shayma kesal laptopnya rusak.
Dia tak bisa lagi menonton film dan anime yang sering dia unduh.
Sementara tukang servis laptop baru saja tewas.
Itulah normal baru Shayma.

Tiap pergi ke pasar ayahnya Lubna merasa sedih.
Sayuran dan buah buahan harganya naik tinggi tak terbeli.
Padahal dulu bisa dipanen banyak di kebun sendiri.
Itulah normal baru ayahnya Lubna.

Malak sering sakit sakitan.
Tak ada yang bisa dia lakukan selain hanya terbaring lemah.
Kehilangan semangat untuk melakukan apapun.
Itulah normal baru Malak.

Tiap sore Zaina selalu kelelahan.
Dia terus keliling tempat pengungsian menjual falafel buatannya.
Tapi hanya sedikit orang yang punya uang untuk membeli.
Itulah normal baru Zaina.

Saat merasa suntuk Dima sering menyesal.
Dia tidak membawa koleksi novelnya yang tertinggal di rumah.
Satu satunya penghiburan hanyalah mengingat berbagai cerita koleksi novelnya.
Itulah normal baru Dima.

Anak anaknya Hussein selalu kelelahan.
Tiap hari mereka menghabiskan waktu berjam jam.
Hanya untuk antri pembagian air dan makanan saat panas terik.
Itulah normal baru anak anaknya Hussein.

Tiap hari Reem selalu kelelahan kurang tidur.
Apalagi saat menstruasi dia benar benar menderita.
Sobekan tenda yang kasar dia jadikan pembalut.
Itulah normal baru Reem.

Amal telah kehilangan semangat dan harapan.
Tak sanggup meneruskan kuliah online di tengah kekacauan.
Rencana melanjutkan kuliah ke Eropa sudah dia lupakan.
Itulah normal baru Amal.

Dr Ghassan sering kebingungan.
Pasokan obat obatan di rumah sakit Al Quds semakin habis.
Sementara tiap hari puluhan orang dan anak  yang terluka terus berdatangan.
Itulah normal baru Dr Ghassan.

Ahmed dan keluarganya kelelahan bertahan hidup.
Berkali kali mereka pindah tempat pengungsian.
Setelah tenda tenda dibombardir pesawat jet dan helikopter.
Itulah normal baru Ahmed.

Saat tengah malam Aboud sering bersedih.
Dia menyesal tidak bisa menyelamatkan rekan rekannya di rumah sakit Al Shifa.
Mereka tewas dieksekusi massal hingga Aboud merasa sedih mengingatnya.
Itulah normal baru Aboud.

Tiap malam Mahmoud sering meratapi nasib.
Dia kehilangan segalanya tak punya apa apa lagi , tak punya siapa siapa lagi.
Dia sering mempertanyakan kenapa dirinya masih hidup.
Itulah normal baru Mahmoud.

Sham mengalami trauma parah.
Tatapannya kosong dan sering menangis.
Teringat keluarganya yang tewas dilindas tank.
Itulah normal baru Sham.

Saat malam yang dingin Sondos selalu menghangatkan diri.
Dia membakar tumpukan buku kuliahnya dengan rasa kecewa.
Baginya hukum internasional dan hak asasi manusia cuma ilusi belaka.
Itulah normal baru Sondos.

Tiap malam Bayan dan Layan tidak bisa tidur.
Di tengah bombardir pesawat jet tanpa henti mereka terus memandangi langit.
Berharap keajaiban akan mengubah keadaan.
Itulah normal baru Bayan dan Layan.

Normal baru menjadi masa kini yang menyakitkan.
Terlalu menyakitkan untuk dijalani selama setahun lebih.
Tak ada yang tahu kapan berakhirnya kekacauan panjang yang tak berkesudahan.
Terus menerus menghancurkan kehidupan dan mengancam masa depan.


November 2024

By Alvian Eleven
Overwhelmed Nov 2010
civil lights against the black earth
sleepy eyes and silent faces of the
people around me
so many moving so fast without so
much as a flinch when we begin to
go

it is 7:04 and I think of the train ride home

a man jumped in front of a train
the cookies we bought were good
yet cold
it was fun for me but a stress I’m
sure for my grandma and her friend

it is 7:07 and I think of the time before the train

we lost my mom and grandma
the tube stop told us where the
real train station was
young cabbies always seem to
be the quietest and least helpful
of the bunch

it is 7:08 and I think of even before then

there was an itlaian woman on the train,
asking her husband for a baby
castles do not amuse me much, I’m not
one for old things or christianity
it’s cold and dark here but nobody seems
to mind

it is the evening of novemeber 26th
Sentosa Mam Mar 2012
could your body really ache for someones touch
the way their hands can make you feel like you're going to lose yourself
the image of them gives you chill and tingles
while they on the other hand might not feel what you're feeling

you long for a touch that was never there
feelings that they might not know exist
but deep inside you feel it, you want it so bad

you crave it.


monday february 13 2012 8:07 pm

— The End —