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To Eat Or Not To Eat

I think of you way more than I probably should 

I wish so much now that I somehow could

Turn back the hands of time, start again- rewind

Pull back the impulse, erase the hunger

Let logic and level headedness put my eagerness asunder 

The state of being to which I now aspire

Is to be free of this want, all this desire

The thrill of longing,  not so thrilling anymore 

My hear...

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For you

When crowds disappear and the sun never sets

When shadows fall further behind you

When Christmas lights shine like my heart in my chest 

Bathed in the splendour, I will find you

 

As each day breaks and when night shines black

And the stars dance brightly before you

As each touch shivers, the souls of the lost

In the eyes of an angel, I will see you

 

From the depths ...

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Empty Hands

Pain exists inside the heart

That mourns the missing day

Emptiness, holding all that’s lost,

Fingers white, grasping air, slipping away

 

Darkness surrounds all we see, 

Shadows stolen from what could have been

Extinguish a flame, smoke filling our souls

As expectance is hidden and unseen 

 

Embers remain in the sorrowful ash

As the wind lifts up the light of our e...

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NO CHANCE

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NO MORE CHANCES TO WIN 

GAME IS OVER, MY DEAR 

THE CHANCE IS ONLY ONE 

YOU MISSED IT LAST YEAR 

  

NO MORE TIME TO PLAY 

SAME GAME FROM THE BEGINNING 

I DON'T WANT TO STAY 

TO WATCH YOU, MY DARLING 

  

NO NEED TO WAIT FOR THE END 

NO MORE CHANGES TO COME 

GOOD BYE.. SEE YOU MY FRIEND 

NO DANCE WHERE NO "DRUMS" 
 

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The choice 

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Translation of my Arabic Poem (“The Choice”) 

Who, in the World, chooses his birth? 
Who chooses his family and children? 
Who chooses his fate and country? 
Who chooses the time to go to heaven? 

But it is possible to choose our day 
To sincerely care about family and work 
This will be the first right step to our future 
To achieve our goals while we're alive 

Your name and countr...

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am i selfish?

Note: there is some strong language in this. it's not too bad. it's not too excessive, either. one word in here twice, i think. and if you're wondering, yes, the colors mean something. and yes, im genuinely asking a question to you, the reader. and to the person this is about. but i pray he never reads or finds this. anyway, enjoy.

 

Am I selfish for wanting another hug? 

I handed you the...

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will blue turn into purple?

You were wearing purple today. Purple is going to be ×××'s color now. But blue has always been mine. That's how I knew I was ready to give you that letter. You were wearing my color...

Your eyes were a brighter blue today. After you came in from having a cigarette, you walked past me, then paused. Coffee and tobacco smoke. That's what you smelled like. That's my smell now.

"Just under a minu...

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Talk of Love

I talk about love

as my heart calls its name,

but shards of the past

cut with bitterness.

And tears that run

are far from sweet,

salty to my lips,

but the light still glows

over the vacancy sign.

But part of me has surrendered,

and life goes on.

And I drift in solitude,

but I still talk about love.

Maybe if it hears my voice,

it will come ...

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