"craziness" poems
Technology has been essential for ages
From the wheel to the computer
Now instead of writing pages
I will type essays for the future of my career
Technology, however, has gotten out of hand
We use it to cover up for laziness.
The television is turned on with speed so grand.
Yet you could’ve gotten up and it would’ve been considered craziness.
Technology has turned us mad
We can’t seem to live without our technology
Day by day we may look glad,
But in the end it will take over angrily.
Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 6:22 PM UTC
Hug me sweetheart...
Hug me sweetheart...
hug me to your chest...
before the grave try to hug me...
and to end my life...
before it hug me to endless time...
please sweet lover...
hug my missing body to yours...
hug and give me a special warm to feel..
to feel your merciful chest...
give me more power...
and more reason to be alive...
and more love,which i need...
adore you till a craziness...
and tend to you and to meeting you soon...
and missing to your voice and your whispers...
and dreaming in your warm lovely bed...
hope to hug me so hard to your heart...
to be so close to your chest...
to hear all whispers which your heart do...
and to feel within a peace with every beat...
please hug me...
hug me to your chest...
before the grave do...
and before i be as an old memory
please do...
do it now...
and i will be always yours...
good morning sweetheart ...
waiting you warm hugs ...
hazem al ...
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 2:07 AM UTC
As the sun wraps his arms around the moon,
She craves his touch like it'll be gone too soon.
The warmth he gave was burning her skin,
Caressing her very soul within.
As they eclipse and darken the bright sky,
She can't help but wonder why.
After all this time, she's been waiting for him
But now it's here, it's not as good as it seem.
Because as the clock starts to tick,
Her insides start to feel sick.
Soon the eclipse will be over
Leaving her mind with more thoughts to hover.
As his light touch her darkness,
She found herself in another madness.
What craziness has fate brought
To let them eclipse for only a thought.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC
1.
He lights another mortar
and the dog runs after it
barking and trying to bite it
he grabs it's back leg as the sky lights up
since he had barely thought to look over
and the words around here don't reach his mind
his ears defective as they are.
He says something with his hands
something foreign to me
but six people watching laugh
and so do I.
2.
His wife sits with her sons
her stomach wide with their third
another boy
she's gotten so used to talking with her hands
that her voice is rusty
and her vocabulary limited
but she's here as much as the rest
sitting and laughing and having a good time.
3.
The owner of the house sits off the side in the nicest lawn chair here
a cup in her hand
we've quit counting how many drinks she's had
but she only drinks a couple days a year
and nobody is giving her any problems
and she seems to be able to be her normal self.
She had been questioning me earlier today
seeing if I was really a good guy
testing whether she'd have to sit at the table with a shotgun
every time I spent any time with her niece.
4.
Her husband is launching his own collection of mortars off
with his brother
while her brother-in-law hands the teens the novelties
I launch off a dozen flowers
and a few spinny things.
She occasionally breaks her fingers away from mine
to launch off a flower, smokebomb or firecracker
and occasionally runs over to poke-chop her uncle
who keeps talking to the fireworks.
She always comes back and we'll wander by her mom and stepdad
(the latter always throws in some sort of comment
so we act careful around him)
and over to her cousins
or toward her aunt and roommate.
Occasionally we'll have to get something from the house
and we sneak three kisses
but we mostly just stay in each others arms
keeping each other warm in the almost warm 4th of July night
our hands both entwined
one of our heads always on the others shoulder
and in all the craziness
all the family drama
everything is perfect and she's smiling so hard her cheeks keep hurting
and she keeps telling me how little sleep she's gonna get
and I tell her I ain't gonna be able to sleep at all
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 4:21 AM UTC
I miss our long walks
I miss tasty food
I miss empty roads
I miss the right time
I miss the wrong time
I miss that I couldn't
make it right!
I miss late night photography
I miss sharing
every bite of food
With you
I miss holding your hands
I miss your tight hugs
I miss your romantic kisses
I miss our long drives
I miss our long fast rides
I miss sleeping next to you
I miss our love-nights
I miss our laughter
I miss every bit of you
I miss our craziness
I miss the sunrise
I miss the sunset
I miss the moon
shining above us
I miss the sea
I miss the hills
I miss flowers
I miss your essence
I miss the comfort
I miss your
face to face anger
I miss everything
Without you
I miss you...
I miss me...
I miss all of it!
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 5:23 PM UTC
Romantic Hindi poem of my creation inspired obviously by love. English translation follows the Hindi lyrics.
Jeene ki vajah tum **
Na marne ki vajah tum **
Hansne vajah tum **
Pyaar karne ki vajah tum **
Tum ** tum **
Tum ** tum **
Aage badhne ki vajah tum **
Mehnat karne ki vajah tum **
Ab sudharne ki vajah tum **
Masti karne ki vajah tum **
Tum ** tum **
Tum ** tum **
Aashique ki vajah tum **
Deewaane ki vajah tum **
Na darne ki vajah tum **
Saans lene ki vajah tum **
English
You are the reason of my life,
You are the reason I survived.
You are the reason that I laugh,
You are the reason I love you.
You are, you are...
You are, you are...
You are the reason I succeed,
You are the reason I prepare,
You are the reason I improve,
You are the reason I enjoy.
You are, you are...
You are, you are...
You are the reason of my romance,
You are the reason of my craziness,
You are the reason I am not scared,
You are the reason I am breathing.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC
Habibati...
Let me write you as a passion page...
and draw you as a charmed spring for my heart...
and sail into your seas...
with no salvation...
to get drown into your sea...
that never get out from you...
let me stare into your eyeball...
to live within these charming eyes...
to see a world all through yours...
sweet darling...
let me feel deeply into your hot breathes...
to warm my heart within your warm breathe...
to endow a live to a heart lives inside you...
do you want to know, more...
where my dreams taking me now? ? ? ...
still dreaming about our meeting...
our meeting there, on that beach...
which we always talked about...
there i am now...
into that dream...
Oh sweet angel mine...
my day starts always, when you are with me...
when you draw the world to me as a soft kiss...
while we lay on a bed of roses...
and enjoying our sweet talks...
our sweet love...
and enjoying one the other...
till we lose the time...
and melt at each others...
to seems a one body...
not more than body...
bodies that asks for it desires...
asks with no shame for its rights...
to reach their madness...
craziness madly love...
lovers will be lose into each other...
and never to know their day from its night...
to start the night, and another night with no realize...
then to pass a time as it was a seconds...
sweetheart...
so hurry come...
its a time now, our time...
come to make our dream comes true...
while not all dreams becomes true...
but our love is true...
and our dream is so true too...
come sweetheart...
lets show others, how love should be...
come to give all people this feelings...
and this love through our love...
By hazem al jaber ...
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 2:02 AM UTC
I don't sleep,
You slumber
Your weak,
I hunger
For flesh,
Your flesh
that you will desire
I temp you with fire
heat upon your bones
send you comfort in cold homes,
I play when your awake
plan then you par take
Hahahahaha I'm what you want
make it easy or els I'll taunt
Come and join my craziness
These things will be your happiness
MONEY
***
GETTING YOUR BODY HIGH
POWER
AND FAME
Forget the rest of life its Lame
NO LOVE FOR YOU
No respect of truth
Lies Lies Lies
You all love the lies!!!
I'll never leave your side
No seat belts on this ride
HAhahaha I'll Win
Cuz all you want is Sin
So go head and close your eyes
Cuz You'll never sleep when you die...
Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 8:43 AM UTC
my mind is going crazy,can't stop thinking.words, phrases, sentences, thoughts, running threw my head. can't stop, my mind won't stop, life ***** work ***** bills **** only stable thing is my life is crumbling,my empire wrecked. trains colliding, airplanes crashing, how do i stop this, how? it hurts, literally having chest pains, mind racing, heart beat pulsing, most excruciating pain imaginable to mankind...heartbreak.wheres my parachute?i'm falling.
Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 9:59 PM UTC
I used to know things about people, it was all too easy for me to figure them out.
I used to dread the day when I had found out I've failed, when I couldn't save someone. Strange or depressing as it may seem, I'm glad I haven't had to attend all the funerals I tried to prepare myself for.
I used to know if someone had ever been touched wrongly. Unwillingly. How far past their "no's" were gotten. I can't do that anymore, I don't know how to help anymore.
I used to cry at all the pain, I used to sob myself to sleep. These days I try anything just to feel a single tear on my cheek.
I used to hear things without finding or ever questioning the source. I used to sing out my struggles to the sounds I heard while crying on my backyard's swing set. I still hear it sometimes, but maybe that's just my imagination.
My mom told me I used to see angels. All I can remember was being scared of the footprints on my ceiling. Maybe they were angels, maybe they were demons. Maybe they were just early signs of schizophrenia.
Was all of that just preparation?
Was it all just a coincidence?
Is this real? Is it God's work? Is it fate?
Do I believe in any of that anymore???
Who knew that a conversation over cigarettes with you would leave me so confused.
Is our craziness compatible, like taking a drug together and having the same trip?
Or maybe we're gifted with seeing things for how they really are.
Or maybe its just you.
Maybe I'm lost forever.
I need to walk your path.
I heard sounds in the woods with you
But was it the same music?
Do we share the same insanity?
Tell me if its a blessing or a curse.
Tell me if its worth all the pain.
Tell me if I can handle it... if I won't **** myself first.
Does the light in everything outweigh the darkness?
Tell me what you think about souls now.
Does everything live forever?
Can you still see their light if they're dead?
Tell me what you feel.
Tell me what you know now.
I want your truths.
This has to be real.
My world has been flipped and turned inside out.
But finally, for once, I think everything makes sense.
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 3:12 AM UTC
I am from a place unknown.
I am from a place no one should go.
I am from him, I am from her.
I am from the dirt underneath the Earth.
I am from ink and paper.
I am from the thoughts they think.
I am from the golden snitch
to the Quidditch pitch.
I am from gumbo shrimp,
To pumpkin pie.
I am from the stars in the night sky.
I am from craziness and noise.
Yet I still manage to have poise.
I am from the things that make me, me.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
*
a life I never owned,
a sacrifice I never tried,
a fade away dream
I never step
upon
.
Lost in trail
craziness in a mess
blown away on unexpected things
I let go of the dream
I just couldn't
have
.
*
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
What if I fell in love
With a broken down son-of-a-bitch
Not because I needed to fix him
But simply because I wanted to revel in his beauty
The maddening craziness
Of a life
A life that didn't need to be maintained with perfection
A life where you could just knock down pillars that you didn't need
Destroy friendships that weren't beneficial
A life where one could disown one's own mother
Without the whole neighbourhood offering their tut-tuts
And their 5 cents too many
About how to trim your garden
What if I fell in love with a life
Who let their weeds grow
And created a garden out of thorns
A **** patch that would make those neighbours shriek
What if I fell in love with chaos and disorder
Not to right the tables
Nor to order the shelves
What if I didn't attempt to prune the garden
But I let it grow into a forest
And then laughed when I stepped on a thorn
What if I let the sun shine through the madness
What if I opened my arms to the destruction
What if you sung me a lullaby out of tune
And I asked you to sing it anyways…
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
The world has gone crazy
There is turmoil every where
Divisions all around
It seems like people
Are going backwards
Falling darker into the night
Falling deeper into the void
Living with hate in their hearts
Living at the brink of nothing
Living with depression
Living with despair
Without an ounce of grace
Moving further away from the light
Every thing goes these days
Without any sense of control
Or consequences
People have lost their minds
And it seems to get worst every day
But even through all the craziness
Even through all of the chaos
Even through all of the darkness
There is a part of me that is excited
Excited to see what is to come
We live on the brink
There is a chasm before us
We are just about to jump
And we are about to cross
Even as crazy as life might seem
There is still hope, love, grace, and mercy
And there are still miracles hiding in the dark
We just have to know where to look
To see the goodness and the light
That is waiting for us to accept it
To acknowledge that its there
Once you do life takes on a different tone
It takes on a whole new beauty and purpose
You start to see just how wonderful and crazy times
We are living in and you can become excited to
Living with light and grace and hope
And learning how to spread that sense of excitement
To everyone you meet
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 8:14 PM UTC
When he calls me darling,
his hand is holding mine.
When he calls me darling,
my anger lasts a short amount of time.
When he calls me darling,
all my sadness slips away,
Except when I realize he won't be mine,
all of those things replay.
But when he calls me darling,
I desire for just his touch.
I desire for him to hold me,
he does not have to say much.
And when he calls me darling,
the world is suddenly alright.
But when he calls me darling,
I remember he isn't mine.
But it still means the whole world to me,
and he still means a whole lot.
because he was the first and only one to know me,
with all my weaknesses or not.
He recognized my strength,
but caressed me for my weakness,
He recognized my reality,
its fatality and its craziness.
He saw all the walls I had built up,
and had painted to show how I felt.
Except my side of the wall was real and the other side was not.
I showed the whole world what I was capable of,
What I was faking and breaking up.
He recognized me for my flaws,
and accepted me for all.
He recognized all my mistakes
and took me by the hand, and showed me this place.
This place he was never capable of living in,
but that he had shown to many.
He took me by the hand and said,
"Darlin' here I am. And here is this place,
you can live here if you want to,
but not within my embrace.
You must choose one or the other,
eventually but not now. I will stay
but only for a while,
until you sleep safely in the clouds."
I chose not long ago,
to give up and release them both.
But he took me by my hand,
and told me darling,
you must go home.
That place was meant to be
the one thing that kept you going.
I'm here only for the moment,
and to keep your memories floating.
So go back, he cried,
and be happy.
Because I cannot give that to you.
But I brought you here my darling,
Let your sorrows wash away and disappear.
When he calls me darling,
his hand is always in mine.
And when he calls me darling,
I am reminded of that time.
When the whole world had wanted him,
but only was he mine.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
where all the craziness is normal,
where all the alcohol and drugs are allowed,
where all the parties rock,
where all the boys are handsome,
where all the parents are boring and wrong,
where all the 'first's' happen,
where all the unforgettable memories are born,
where all you do now,
is going to be remembered later,
*and you aren't going to regret
a single bit of it.*
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
As I strolled down Beaker Street
A neon sign flashed in front of me
That said "Only Serious Poets Need Apply"
(Blink) "Need Apply" (Blink) "Need Apply"
So it was I thought to myself
I can think of nobody else
As serious a poet as I
I looked to the right and the left
Feeling pretty confident about myself
And decided to take a gander inside
The room it was totally dark
In the corner was the tiniest of sparks
I did a stately poetic stroll in that direction
Feeling I might have made a mistake
This thought occurred a little too late
But of course this whole scene might just be window dressing
A voice said we don't need a poet at all
Just someone dumb and gullible
That's the moment in my pants I started messing
Turns out it was a mad scientist
With a masters degree in craziness
What were his dastardly plans I could only be guessing
I was grabbed by a couple of ugly thugs
Who highly dislike deodorant and mouthwash
Tied up and flown off to the smallest of islands
Where they did unspeakable experiments on me
In the first, second, and third degree
All because to insanity they took a liking
When it was they were finally done
With what those nut jobs consider good fun
Don't know how many walls they had me climbing
Daily now I plan my escape
I only hope that I'm not too late
When the opportunity arrives I hope I don't blow it
I find it so hard to believe
That this all has happened to little ole me
And Why?
Because of me being such a serious poet
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
On the cobbled stone streets you lead me,
as I walked with disbelief.,
on how beautiful this world I am seeing
its your world, that's where I've been.
Raised our voices, made our point,
cursed in my sleep, I felt alone
you were suddenly someone I despise
until you changed your mood and made it right.
Time passed by, some would say too short
but I found out about all sorts
of your craziness, I argue with my mind,
I slept unhappy I even cried.
I already saw that something in your eyes,
Something's unstable but I said " well, I should try"
I saw how you don't let small things pass
sometimes you're happy sometimes you're mad.
then you stepped into my floody world,
***** streets with sewer openings uncovered.
Yes you did walked those streets with pure disgust,
so opposite of the world you have.
there were times when I felt we're far apart
when spending time together was a job.
your standards reaching past the treshold of all standards
I should try to understand that you're a prince in a pauper disguise.
Though hard I still wanted to see
if you'll stay or run away from me.
I know its hard for you but you tried
I am so happy that you tried.
your patience lost, my soul is hungry
was it supposed to be like this?
these little crumbles feeds my uncertainty,
I beg you please stay high with me.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
The simplicity of complex
The pattern of disorder
As the thin line between love and hate
Between reality and dream
Are vulnerable, corruptible
The free will is a dream
The absence of submission is a dream
A dream of spontaneity of a rational mind
Conformity seen as a synonym of happiness
Nonconformity seen as a synonym of craziness
These paradoxes of synonyms and antonyms,
Of simplicity and complexity,
Of dream and reality,
Makes life seem to be already written,
As if reality were just a story
With all this characters not living, but acting
According to rules implanted.
WE LIVE IN A CAGE WHERE DREAM IS THE ONLY ESCAPE.
The advertising of sensationalism
Or might I say:
A distraction of the cage,
A seduction for conformity,
A beam of war and poverty to keep us blind,
Drunken of sorrows of others
And to thank the Lord for what we have.
These are some of the bars of the cage
Bars to be broken with science and art and knowledge
Or as some may say: with craziness.
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 4:31 PM UTC
There was a time I didn't stop to smell the roses anymore
I just wanted to hide away from the world
He took my childhood
He took my trust
All because of his sick ********** of lust
It took me awhile to finally see
That he was to blame for the horrible, awful ...not me
Once I started cleaning out darkened cobwebs
and the craziness from my mind
Those roses started smelling sweeter and sweeter all the time
Despite all that evilness from him
I overcame and I am longer victim
He on the other hand I hear is not faring that well
Seems as though he has already cashed in that one way ticket to hell
He can never hurt me or anyone else for that matter ever again
He loses and ...I WIN
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 11:00 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel so caved in,
With all my thoughts, all I can do is swim.
Through these energies that are flowing from within,
Just because I cant stop and ask what’s with him?
Why do I always have to make a choice,
My mind just wont let me be free,
I feel like I have to make a decision
but that’s not how Ive learned to be.
So let me tell you about this chick I know,
Shes not like all them girls that we always see,
The first time I met her I grabbed her by the arm,
I knew there was a story that was deep.
I looked in her eyes and all I can see,
her color contacts, that were trying to deceit.
But deep down inside there was a story that was real,
Her eyes and smile did a good job to disguise,
But that didn’t fool me,
I wanted to know the story that underlies.
The reason why she seemed so attractive to me.
Im not ususally a sucker for eyes, but the way she looked at me,
Made me feel like she understands how to be free.
I should’ve known the story she hides is something that might really hurt me,
Because any story that’s locked up inside should never have a spare key.
In the beginning I tried to make the situation feel sooooo real,
But soon I realized that she had an addiction that was unsealed.
Her wandering eye couldn’t stop her from speaking to many guys,
Im not saying shes some ***** in disguise,
But really she was a free spirit floating around that didn’t know her goodbyes,
Even though she realized that might soon lead to her own demise.
I shouldn’t say guys because in reality its just one that makes me compete,
That look in her eyes was that she once knew what it felt like to be complete.
That one other guy had left her so traumatized that shes never willing to forget,
It was her obsession just like a cigarette.
Everytime she felt angry or terrified there was one person who she knew would help offset,
That one guy who she never wanted to regret,
No matter the endless amount of time that he made her feel upset,
Dreaming in her mind that one day they can recreate that fierce duet.
See the problem was within me, I felt the need to help her realize
That life is always filled with opportunities
If we live in the past and never let go of what we once all had,
We ll stay blind and you would never get to see.
That there is some other guy that’s willing to improvise in order to help you lead,
I got shot down with all of these stories about how she cant commit,
The sad thing is she wont even realize how beautiful she is,
She lets one experience judge her whole life and all she thinks about is what if.
I even learned to like who she is regardless of the lovefilled flaws.
Just because I want to show her that her craziness can be fixed.
She thinks shes always lost her mind, and that her process is so one of a kind,
That no other guy can help her define, who she wants to be.
But I learned how to believe,
Before my insecurities and perfectionism took over my next decision,
But now what I learned is that life not about some kind of demonstration,
Its process that involves many years to learn,
I don’t know why but I really feel the need to have her in my life,
Even though it was causing me concern,
Now you know why I feel so caved in,
I fell for a girl who wont let me win.
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 9:16 PM UTC
Memories and moments we made
Are plastered in my mind
I try to let them go
But they won't budge and are
Engraved like your name in my soul
Stubborn as my heart is
When it comes to let you go
A whirlwind of emotions
The craziness of this heartbreak
Has taken away the tranquil I once possess
And made me a mess I can't save
Stubborn as my soul is
Which can't seem to let you go
I made peace with myself
Told myself I was not enough
But in the silence of the nights
My mind wanders to the happy days
And a question pops'what went wrong?'
You left with just just a line
'It's not you it's me'
As if it was enough
To forget the good ole' days and breathe
Stubborn my mind, my soul, my heart
Which just want to hold onto you
And torture me with all your
Sweet, beautiful reminiscences.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 7:51 AM UTC
Please excuse the gore
Of my poetry
For
It is inspired by the craziness
Of the chaotic mess that tore
My ligaments into ****** pieces
Family
Irony
All I've ever desired in life
is the simplicity
Of love - sick of strife
All I've ever cared for is creating
A love between family
I'm sick and tired of family
Filled with **** yous"
I hate you
The irony
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
Delicious food ...
it's the delicious and the tasty food ...
that you ever get if you did by love ...
only by love , it only be ...
and never to be without love ...
it's an adorable position ...
it's created only for lovers ...
whom really feel the love between ...
it's 69 passion of love ...
( 69 ) some people might call it nasty...
some might call it ***** and craziness ...
but i call it a sweet tasty romantic dinner ...
for the ones whom makes it ...
for only lovers ...
it's a feed back from one to the other ...
to give back to both whom eating this dinner ..
how they feel to each others ...
to feel the love while both making it ...
making it by desires and passion...
through love and so longings ...
make it and enjoy every part ...
that give a happiness ...
and a sweet love for one to the other ..
to see how tasty this love ...
by eating each others ...
sweetheart ...
your lips were n't created just for eat ...
its created also to be kissed by the one who loves you...
your ******* were n't created just to feed your baby...
its created also to ****** by who loves you ...
and your body wasn't created just to be a human ...
you are also a human to live your humanity by love ...
by making that love by love ...
through our love ...
this love which we both feel ...
would you sweetheart please ...
feed my lips by your sweet love...
then to share together our delicious food ...
sweetheart ....
it's not a ***** mind ...
that i'm talking right now about ...
it's a craziness love ...
that we could share forever ...
so,...
let's have first shower ...
hazem al jaber ...
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 3:33 AM UTC