"surronded" poems
I am the moth, you are the flame.
I am blinded in the darkness,
Surronded by the cold.
I am fragile, weak and fleeting.
I am the moth.
You are the flame.
You burn bright and true,
Chasing away shadows with your light.
You draw me closer and closer,
Enticing me with the heat you exude.
I am the moth intoxicated by the flame.
You are forbidden, yet irristable.
The fire is seductive, untameable, and wild.
My desires are undeniable.
But to touch is to be burned.
I am the moth, killed by your flame.
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 2:08 AM UTC
There they were
Just the two of them
Surronded by many
Yet in their own world
She laid her head on his shoulder
And he held her tight
Because he wanted her forever
She drifted into the happiest sleep of her life
He saw her and he just smiled
Because he knew
She was happy
Is it wrong to be happy for others
To smile when I see others happy
I saw them
I was happy for them
Maybe because I want to be happy
Is it wrong to want to be happy
I want to be so happy
I feel high
Because I'm so low
Hell seems like a high
Is it wrong to want to be happy
Even after everything I've done
Something in me wants to be happy
But I don't deserve it
So I deny myself the experience of happiness
Instead I intrude on others happiness
Because all I want in life
Is to know how happy feels
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
like an island,
i sit here surronded by water;
you are my global warming,
the reason i will be swallowed by the surronding ocean;
of my tears.
Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 3:24 PM UTC
There she was
lying still on the couch
posing the best she could
with her gaze transfixed
deep into his eyes
basking in the thick silence
that surronded them
the only sound of his charcoal lead
stroking the paper could be heard
His every stroke defined her curve
a little better
His rough hands blending the lines
staining her soul a beautiful shade of charcoal
She could feel him
making sure strokes
thus bringing the woman on paper
to life
she felt her heart slipping ...
slipping from her hand
and on to the paper
the color of her skin fading
and reappearing on his masterpiece
the fullness of her lips
was nothing
as the beauty on his canvas
now owned it
the last thing she felt
was the twinkle of her eyes leaving
adding the final touch
to his creation
and it was when
he broke the eye contact
taking with him
the beauty he sketched
he left ...
not knowing that
He left the masterpiece behind
on the couch .... !!
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 6:40 AM UTC
Sometimes I find myself waiting
Waiting for the old times
The good times, to come back
Im stuck here in slow motion
Surronded by this constant commotion
Sometimes I break and I have no strength left
No im flooded by the pain
Left to fight this war by myself
I don't know who I am
I barely know whats real
I barely feel
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
It was a gloomy Saturday night
As I walked the staircase to hell
All rage and ready to fight
Too bad this angel fell
A book in the corner full of sins
A trail of people left drained
A closet full of different skins
So I could switch mine if it got stained
A path surronded by flames
A throne fit for a queen
Curtains woven by shame
I was in a mood to be mean
A smirk firmly in place
No regret left inside
Not a tear on my face
I didn't want to hide
I stood before hells jury
Fairness was not insight
No one could stand before his fury
But I was a bomb strapped by might
The gavel slams, Im guilty
Of course it's true
I was on the brink of insanity,
where I want to be
But no chains
No bars
No cage
Would hold me
This was my throne
I would make this my home
So with a grin on my face
I took my place
And I started a riot in hell
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
nebious rubber skinned demons
haunting my dreams
eldritch casters of my fate
shape undefined
and vaguely human
they surronded me
and I knew I was asleep
And I couldnt wake up
and I couldn't fall asleep
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 6:29 AM UTC
We've stood togther at the crossroads
I've always been ready at the fork in the road
With my boots strapped tight and a map in hand
Trying to help lessen the weight of the load
We are never there alone though
So my offered guidance you refuse
You hand half the load to stubbornness
And one of you two choose
My choice is to follow along cautiously
Or head down a different road alone
Leaving you and your friend stubbornness
To venture off with all I own
Before I know whats happening
I'm following in the rear
Lead down the path you've taken
On a dark road to despair
It's the same story everytime
You eventually regret the choice
It's always here, in the middle of no where
You start to hear my voice
Miles back, in the light of day
I stood to block the way
But it wasn't my decision then
So you chose to ignore what I had to say
Here in the darkness, surronded by danger
Huddled next to me, your friend stubborness becomes a stranger
Suddenly you depend on me
I'm looked at as the game changer
Thats when the tables turn
Now I'm handed all the gear
The strength you both had earlier
Has crumbled into fear
I get us to the otherside
We are grateful to be alive
For a short time I'm the hero
I'm the reason we survived
But like a circle goes around
The cycle starts anew
At the beginning of another crossroad
I'm left following stubborness and you
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
Welling inside
Facing mirrors
Surronded , no way to hide
Cold like the winter
I'm laying there
The white snow is stained
Red
By my blood
My tears freeze on my face
My vision becoming fuzzy
No one will miss me...
The trees are spinning above my head
If only the clouds above me could hold me
The blade against my skin
Had torn away from me
My emotions
I had bled
I had cried
Alone with myself
I can't lift my head
But I'm aware of the soft fluffy
Snowflakes falling new
Landing around me
Nature calling me to join
Nature asking for me to take away the pain
To stop my struggles
My heart beats in my chest
Heaving labored beats
I just need a little push
To go falling through the black
Open sky
Plummeting to the ground
Breaking through the empty sound
It's okay
They whisper
Nobodies around
I'm scared but I use my last bit
Of strength
To bring the blade
To my throat
I sob now
But I drag the blade across my throat
Anyways
The pain envolopes me
So wholely
Pulls me from reality
Into the dark
And then I'm falling
Through the endless sky
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 1:03 AM UTC
It's in the time when you're surronded
By nothing but air
And no one to talk to that the
Pain becomes too much to bear.
It's when you need it most,
That no one is near,
You bottle everything up,
The pain, emotions, and fear.
Starting a new life,
In a place with no one you know,
Can be one of the hardest things,
But it's a fear you can't show.
You have to protect your brother,
He can't know that you're scared,
As if moving across the country wasn't enough,
Then your mom's health - you weren't prepared.
You suit up to take life head on,
Act as your baby brother's second mom,
Take care of your mom, the house,
And family, while trying to remain calm.
It's a lot to deal with,
A lot of pain to bear,
But you're stronger than you know,
And by this, I swear.
Your support stretches across the country,
You've got people who care and love you,
Life hands us things that aren't easy or a choice,
But we know you're strong enough to push through.
May God bless you and your family,
With whatever life may bring you to,
You are always in my prayers,
I put my faith in Him to take care of you.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Dad, I hope you're not in your head,
Hating who you are.
It was an accident, I would still try to.
I hope you have peace, quiet for now.
The heartache that surronded your life.
Easing up, floating away until you feel none.
I don't want you to see yourself right now.
I don't want you to think that all you are was a chronic illness, a brokedown body.
That flames have now kissed.
Know that your intelligence still intimidates me.
Your humour quick, smart.
Even as I watched your body attack itself.
Slowly taking your life away.
As your anger and hate for what your body did to you.
Became all consuming, I still know who you are.
You are the amazing cook, terrible math tutor, lunch at home, you were my picture of strength.
You were the one when I was little to cuddle me.
You were the very proud man, who in a few calls could get it done
Dad, I can still see your face.
I can still see the fright, the knowledge.
The forfeit.
I want you to know I loved you.
I want you to know I respect you more then any other person in this world.
I was with till the end,
and I know you will be with me.
I almost am excited for it to be my time.
To feel those arms that were so strong when I was little hug me once more.
To hear you say, welcome partner, we are home.
Until then, watch me close and yell at me loud enough for me to hear.
Help me with my choices, get me through this tough life.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
You hide me away surronded by mist
And pretend I don't exist
Pull me out when needed me
Then you'd go off and flee
When I needed a shoulder
Father, where have you been?
When you get older
I won't be so keen
When you want me to lend a hand
You will never understand
You gave me rejection
Now it's my turn to do the nelection
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 10:39 AM UTC
now frozen is a tale about a girl who has some powers
but forget to tell
from heaven or hell
where did they come from?
the the boloved cliche of love at first sight
cruched by her sister
but the delivery was not right
instead of being nice and saying
"maybe take it slow"
she tells her sister it's stupid
"if you don't like it then just go"
so the gloves she held so tightly
conceling
never meant to show
were stolen by here sister who just wanted to know
"why are you waring them?"
as if stealing imagination can save the kids from a world
of ice
so instead of staying
explaining
to the world who loves her so
instead of being royal and not running
she lets it go
so her sister turns to no other
then her love at first sight
to take care of elsa's kingdom
while she travles through the night
while she isn't used to snowy weather
all she wants is to see her sister
because unlike elsa with her kindom she cannot let it go
so she turns to a stranger
with what he calls a talking randeer
maybe she's a little too trusting with her men?
well he thinks so
meanwhile at the ice kingdom
while elsa is making her ice castle
with a lengendary song
she has no idea who she is hurting
by not telling what is going on
but that song though
so the quest
the test of love is at stake
because elsa grew up
surronded by her mistake
the hate
of those glove
trying to control her every move
no wonder she had to let it go
so
it took so long for her to realze
it was not her mistake
she didn't know why this happened
but now she had to take
it
and keep it close
your mistakes make you stronger
if you let it go then you'll forget
so now the beginning of the problem
the love at first sight
causing the problem
for her sister now hair white
because nothing can change the heart
except love
true love
it might not be at first sight
but it's sister's for a lifetime
sometimes a single tear
can change what's inside
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
wings I take with me
I take flight and fight , yes fight
Gliding on the wind
On its breast I lay
On its heart I stay
A thump, thump, thump
That mirrors the bump, bump, bump
A different scene is set as I wash up on the
Sky's current
The clouds it's swishing wave's
The seas of above
Destroyed by shame
Destroyed by pain
I was capsized
And drowning
As I fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Down
Farther
Farther
No
Sound
Take
Me
To
The
Ground
I was surronded all around
An alien sent to probe the minds of the earths children
I was only flying
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 7:13 AM UTC
First time I saw you
You were sprinting into the wind
And I laid back on the grass
Under the sun, lost in mind
Why was it so hard for me to say the truth?
That I chose a girl that lived closer and another because she opened her mouth and legs and heart to me
Sorry I rather give you a poem you may not care for
Than money to drink and eat though I have no regrets in providing
This life has turned my heart into stone
Unsure if youre the angel I believe you are or
If another man has you in his bed when I left room for you in my own
Nervous if your sweet text are sarcastic words you show to your pretty friends and they laugh at the joy of being women
Understand Love has broken me and I put myself together into a man my mother cannot even recognize
I feel so distant from the seventeen year old athlete you first met and felt attraction for
That placed his heart on the track to keep it away from home
Who tired his body so he can sleep through the chaos outside his bedroom door
Now, rocking from side to side as I eat, trying to find balance in my body and in my desire for your hand in marriage
A salty sailor with unpublished dreams and a desire to make average to a little above salary, almost mid twenty without a car
Im afraid you want that lost athlete and not the chain smoking sailor though we wear the same face and love you more than anything this world can offer
After taps, during watch, out in the rippling sea, surronded by stars from east to west, I think of you and how beautiful we can be but for the rest of the day I try to find peace that what we speak maybe fantasy
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
Lying on this earth bed
The cold sky looking down
Thin air filing my head
No sound to be found
Broken smiles, broken hearts
Filing my thoughts
I was simply torn apart
And this was all for naught
My place of peace
Surronded by the quiet
Surronded by trees
To clear my head for tomorrow's riot
The skies spinning around
But I the tears still fall
I stay planted on the ground
As the sadness calls
Tomorrow a smile will be back in place
But for now I can soar through space
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
Left and right I was surronded,
I couldn't breath,
The air that managed to fill my longs,
Was opaque with dust and clouded,
I felt like I was falling,
And there was no wings to catch the wind,
And pull me up to soar,
I thought this fatal fall was something made up,
A myth to scare the kids,
But right now though I was planted to the ground,
I was falling,
With no control
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
I stand here in the sand, my toes hidden, kisses of white and yellow foam brought to me by the ocean. The sky is just as dark and just as deep as the water; I cannot tell where the sky ends and where the ocean begins. I look at the sky and my eyes search for starts, but all I see is darkness.
Not long ago there had been light and there had been hope. The horizon was promising, the exciting feeling of coming home, the familiar smell of salt and sand. I still didn't know why, still was not aware of what had put in my heart the will to come. But something had, and now that I was here, all I wanted was to run.
After the events of last summer I had been hesitant of coming back, but after all those years, all those summers, there was no way I was going to run again.
However, at the very first moment I set foot on this town I knew. I knew that something had changed and it didn't took me long to realize what it was.
Deeply I breathed, lungs feeling with the familiar sensation, mind swirling with memories. Memories of this town, of past lives, of forgotten shadows and people. People, that is what the town is missing. It's a deserted island.
I break my trance and I walk away from the ocean, never looking back; that is what I had lived by; but now...
As I walk away, towards the quiet streets, the sky gets darker. I take the black leather gloves in my back pocket and I put them on, cover my weapons.
The town is not big, just a piece of land surronded by ocean. Buildings of metal and concrete; glass and lifeless structures. It used to be alive, over-flooded with cars, people and magic. Everyone walked the streets freely, nothing bad ever happened. It was the safest place on earth. Now, however, everything was different. What had been alive was now dead, there was a draught, an empty hole.
And all of that, because of me.
I walked these streets, over and over again. I knew the path as the back of my hand, I could do it in my sleep. Left turn, ten blocks down, two left and you arrived. A white house, or that was what it used to be not so long ago. No the ivyq my father had fought for so long had won. All around the house, ivy climbing up and down, turning corners, entering windows and blocking doors. And that ivy was now dead.
And between that darkness, and between that death, there was something else. At first it was just a hum, that became a rustle and then was just a tap. There, near the dead ivy, on top of a statue stood a starling. Small but powerful, eyes piercing mine.
The ivy is dead now, it seemed to sing. What are you doing now? It seemed to ask. The ivy is dead now, what are you doing now?
"I don't know, I don't," I told the starling.
But the ivy is dead, you know that, it mocked me.
"No, maybe it's not. It's asleep!" Because that it was I saw, what I wished.
But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now?
And so I ran again, but I could not escape this deathly staring.
But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now?
And I kept running, towards the sea.
But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now?
And I hit the sand.
But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now?
And I searched the sky.
But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now?
And there were no stars.
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
Am feeling as if Time & Detachment of sensibility to my enviroment people and thoughts are retained and analyzed to comform to my pattern of thinking...as if I am slightly comforted by a sense of relaxation/laziness that makes time pass in a form of carelessness and desensitization. My body is enormously relaxed and has a natural sense of calmness. Entuned and warped with light ease of mixed emotinal stress & the pressures of life are reduced by this slowed calm and relaxed feelings of peace & it's release of mental frustrations and stress. Time and space seem to be flowing more at ease with a touch of carelessness and relaxed sense of being comfortable in my own skin, enviroment and the people am surronded with. Perhaps I am slightly detached from feelings of anxiety, triggers to use and emotional stress have been diminished. I have finally let go of my obsession to use destructive substances...just for today I am clean & maintaining sober posture.
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC
Here I am.
With the ocean out in front of me.
Watching the waves crash into the rocks.
Sun shining on my back.
Sand inbetween my toes.
A place most dream of going.
A place people vacation too.
Run towards to escape their everyday lives.
I live in a place of beauty.
As I watch this amazing scene most only see in movies.
My thoughts lay hundreds of miles away.
In the life I had this time last year.
If going back was possible,
I'd seize the opportunity without a second thought.
I don't know why this is all so hard.
All I do is write.
All I write about is him.
The boy I love doesn't even exist anymore.
Yet I spend all my time wishing to leave this island.
Wishing to go back to the time he did exist.
To this time last year when he was my bestfriend.
But I cant...
I'm just stuck with my thoughts in the past.
My dreams in a future I will never get.
Surronded by beauty I struggle to see.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
Alaa, wake up my dear. Please wake up, look your mother has got milk for you.
Sitting on the ****** floor, covered in dust and tears he said “ he was my little brother”
Where is my son muhammad? Where?
“ what is his full name?”
Where are you muhammad? Muhammad?
Yes this is our son. God be willing.
The mother cried quietly and said, my Muhammad
Father said:
“Give him to me , please, illl carry him”
The mother said
“Noo, ill carry him, he is my dear son. Dnt come near to me, if you will come near, ill never forgive you
Look everyone, this is my dear muhammad, God be with you my dear child.”
And she held him in her lap, carrying him on the dusty streets, surronded by death , fear and destruction. She did not care, for her whole world she was carrying in her arms.
We will come back my Aleppo, we are leaving you with teary heart, but wait for us my beautiful Aleppo, we will come back
She stood infront of the rumbles of her beloved home and for the last time absorbed it in herself and bid a goodbye
She went to her broken home, but the plants in her backyard were still green inspite of shelling and bombs, she plucked one stem and tearfully left the last step from her home, kissing the wall and the door.
She was 9 months pregnant , the shell hit her, they did c section and took out the child. He was motionless and did not cry, they did cpr , pat his back by keeping him upside down, rubbed him hard and atlast he cried hard, and the room beemed with ALLAH O AKBAR.
A kind hearted Dr. Hamza, who revived my faith in kindness and humanity.
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 2:41 AM UTC