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Happynessa Mar 2016
Sunshine pleasantly awoke me this morning
With the beak tap of a tiny healthy bird
Extending it's circle of smiling gladness
To all that cared listened or heard

Blowing softly on my inner embers
And stoking the great original flame
Unill I understood it's glowing reason
Of why I sail  on the nights astral plane

The great seat of creativity now within
Comes from a relaxed and open mind
And today I'm more than willing ready
To stay in Sunshine's  splendid find

So if you see me vacantly smiling
Like the cat that got the cream
I'm living my new other life
In the land I call daydream
Aseel Jan 2019
You look at the mirror
realize that you changed for someone else
How much you hate it
You start searching for yourself again
You search for the stories you used to hide
For the poems you wrote behind your face
You search for your little secrets hanging on the corner of your lips
For the curses in your eyes
You search for the things you hided untill they were forgotten
And the things you forgot utill they disappeared
unill you disappeared
And the only thing you can see
Is a fake reflection on the mirror.
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و تعي في لحظة واحدة أنّك تغيّرت لأجل أحدهم
تكرهُ نفسك
تبحثُ عن قصائدك المُخبّأة خلف وجهك
عن الأسرار المُعلّقة عند زاوية فمك
تبحثُ عن الشتائم في عينيك
و الغضب في حنجرتك
عن الأشياء التي خبّأتها إلى أن نسيتها
و نسيتها إلى أن اختفت
إلى أن اختفيت
و لا يبقى منك سوى انعكاس كاذب
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Rick Jun 2018
For you I shall search wearily through this night unill the lonesome loathing I’ve named darkness fades away.
For you I shall brave the bright oncoming light that your scorched sky shall send my way.
Oh, that I might grow to have the might to hold you tenderly, forever in my sight
Your kiss, which burns red onto my skin; burning with that lust that they describe to us as sin.
May it never leave, but to remain to remind me that our love is pain.
I sustain to every second
And every second I am held subject to my blinding queen
Evening comes eventually.
when you return, know me by my mark:
Buried in Ash I shall breath as the only burning ember of bark.

— The End —