Poetry Blogs (2019, sad)
Is it a Curse .. or God's Grace
To live alone heart and place
Suffering what I always face
Hopeless to be myself again
Are these changes good for me
To be lonely always or not to be
To live away of what I see
I lost my hope and brain
Sadly to wake up and sleep
Painful to feel yourself cheap
Living alone hurts in deep
I wish to know why, but in va...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 8:00 am
ريشه ناقصة في جناح عصفوره
إيه يعنى .. ماهـو ريشها كتيــــر
مش حيبــــــــان أبدا في الصورة
ولا حيــــكـون له كمــــــان تأثير
العصفــورة الشــــاطرة تفكــــــر
ربنا عنـــــــده كنــــــوز الخيـــر
لو تدعــــى ربنــــــــا يرزقـــــها
بدل الريشـــــة .. عشـــر قناطير
لكن العــصفــــورة المســكــيـنــة
وقـفـت تبـكـى بدون تفـكـيــــــــر
حتى اصحابها .. زعلوا عشانــها
Saturday 9th March 2019 12:37 pm
I wish your body was mine.
I long for our souls to be tangled.
All I crave is connection.
All I seek is approval.
Our savagery is forever,
The killing of time itself.
All I can afford is hope,
But that’ll never be enough.
Take me away from the light
And show me your teeth.
I’ll always be weak to your desires.
So take out your frustrations on me
And leave this pi...
Monday 25th February 2019 6:03 am
I can see your eyes when I close mine.
I can feel your panic when you see my lips move.
I don’t want this. Please.
I’ll push everything into a corner, where it’ll stay, and it’ll only be graced by a glance.
I’m going to push you away.
Let it nourish every fucking negative idea you’ve every had of me.
I have nothin...
Monday 25th February 2019 6:01 am
Happiness, in hands for you.
If you decided, not to be sad.
As a cup of water, to drink.
To clean your thoughts, to be glad.
Sadness, does not need to broach.
It always knocks, worried heart.
But Happiness, with a golden coach.
Asks, to ride happiness cart.
The Brain is yours, “to make use”.
Positively, think of your own.
Feel your value, never abuse....
Monday 18th February 2019 2:02 pm
I have never been a buttoned up blouse
I do not know how it would feel
To tie up the knots of your life
Around outdated morality
About the boundless nature of human pleasure
Lest ye be bound
For all your tales are wrathful woes written by irascible facists
Who cannot stand to see those who they believe are beneath them crawl towards the light
Enlighten me -
As to why I must always du...
Monday 11th February 2019 4:10 pm
I could fill the oceans with the tears I've cried
Or cover the entire earth with blankets of failed tries.
Countless times what I thought was truth became a lie.
Everything is falling apart, and I'm sick of asking why.
It gets so bad, to the point where I just want to die,
But all of this is nothing compared to the pain of goodbye.
What's the point of believing if you could never fly?
Tuesday 15th January 2019 8:27 am