Tag: Poetry
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To the Soldier Who Points a Gun at Me
You think I’m here to die. You think that’s all we know how to do, Bleed, bury, break. But listen – I grow things; Tomatoes in rusted cans, Hope in children who don’t know what the word means yet. I build; Walls, stories, memories. I fix roofs with one hand and hold my daughter’s hand…
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Troubled Night
What trouble does the moon bring me at ten? Life’s racing my heart again. The ticks are getting louder, With that anxious clowder Clouds growl in the sky tonight, As the wind leads the fight. Why am I in this foolish rush? To let my hopes get crushed. See I’m not always hopeful – I…
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Avoid the imposter
I am a writer – a great great writer. Words bend to my will and I move them around like puppets. I am a great writer. I don’t need any prompts; my mind is a lake, my past, the biggest swamp. Don’t call it a hobby. I live for it now, I live through it…
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عيد الميلاد
،قد أتى عيد الميلادِ يا حبيبتي…وأُضيئت الأشجارولكني لا أعلم أيَّ نجمةٍأضاءتهم ،قد أتى عيد الميلاد— وأتى الشتاء لكن في قلبيلم يرحل يومًا ،قد أتى عيد الميلاد،والناس تحتفل…والأقداح تمتلئوأنا لا أعلم بمَن يحتفلون اليوم من ذا الذي وُلِدَ اليوم؟هل يضاهيكِ جمالًا؟هل يسكر الناس بنبيذِ العيونِكما أسكر أنا؟هل أتت اليوم امرأةٌ تمطرُ رقائقَ ثلجٍ من أهدابها؟ —…
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محاولات
أنا أحاول، أحاول، أحاول، أحاول، أحاول، كم مرة قلتها؟ ،أنا حقًا أحاول ألا ترى عَرَقَ جَبِيني وأنا أنظر للمدى منتظرًا النتيجة؟ ألا تسمع دقات قلبي؟ أليس صوتي واضحًا؟ أم كان مختبئًا، يخشى الهروب؟ ،ومع ذلك أنتظر، أحاول وأنتظر هل بوسعي فعلُ أي شيءٍ آخر؟ هل كان من الممكن لكلماتي أن تنساب حول مفاتيحه؟ ،أو ترمي…
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Detained
Damned dreams They hold me back, they scare me off, they pin me down, they lock me in… Those damned dreams – Unattainable dreams. Endless lists I keep on writing these lists. Endless lists. One for a Monday morning… Another one for a life ahead. Yet, I’m doing nothing. I’m going nowhere. I’m hanging from…
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Gaze of people
I’m tired of being looked at; As if I’m doing something worthy; I’m losing all my charm, Got nothing to show at all. The jewels are rusting like wheels; I’m losing the appetite for any meals. But I never win the way I want, Just a failed star that was born. Some say I’m lucky…
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Foreseen
I knew it. From the first glance, like a secret already waiting beneath my skin, a truth unspoken. I knew it. The moment your devilish eyes caught mine, pulling me under with no promise of return. I knew it then. When your smile unfurled – reckless and dangerous, yet softer than morning light on a…
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I Am (2)
Vagina July 14, 2024- Home, 7:30 I am a vagina. An anatomical organ, a black hole that is mysterious, isolated, hidden. A hole that leads to a canal and then to a box. An entrance to life-making, creation and pleasure. I am invaded the moment I realize my being.. Pleasure? I am the subject of…
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Docile
Someday, he stops and endeavours never to move ever again. He is docile and he gives birth, (the notion of life in slow motion.) He is docile and has no idea who he is, If he is not a lover boy and right now, there is no boy to love, no skin to inhabit. So,…