Advertisements انت و الشعر لا تختلطان بدمي ان تعاطيتك نزف الشعر مني و ان تعاطيت الشعر تعافيت من السكرةً بك. و رغم غدرك و غدري بشعري لا يزال الحرف اوفى عشيق.
Advertisements اخفيت لوعتي عن الرؤية، تسللت للرؤى ! سلام عليك يا ساكني يا من سبَيتَ ظاهري و باطني سلام عليك يا موطني سقيت نخيلك و أخرجت كنوزك و لما اغتنيتَ نَفَيتَني سلام عليك يا قلبا رطبا بقالب من معدن خض غمار الحياة غازيا فروحُك، بِصُلبِ روحي بمأمن أمانة بيدي أنت الله مُودِعها و لست لودائع …
Advertisements لما اخفيت لوعتي عن الرؤيةتسللت للرؤىسلام عليك يا ساكنييا من سبَيتَظاهري و باطني —————- و بعد ان اكتب خاطرةفي الصدود عنك تمر بي في حلم ولا تكلمني! يا مُرَّ دُعابتك!!
Advertisements An emotional creature,My joy comes in floodsMy outrage, in stormsMy loneliness an endless droughtMy sorrows are hurricanesMy love, gentle showers on a sunny afternoonMy rainbows will stretch around any cold soul. You will not deny me the sky or hold my temper down,My passion will scorch earths, my tears will resurrect the ground. An …
Advertisements I was in such pain That I dissociated Now, I’m slowly healing Slowly coming back to myself Slowly regaining the ability to feel Coming back to my senses Now that I feel and see the scars.. It downs on me Slowly.. How much I didn’t deserve this!
Advertisements I’ve been told the world is kind of a mess lately. That maybe I should follow the news. A tragedy is about to happen. I fail to see what’s different about this particular war that got everyone’s attention. Were the other tragedies lesser because the flag on the weapons represented the good side? Were …
Advertisements I am a special educator. Yesterday a girl came running to me and gave me a huge heartfelt hug. We haven’t met before, so I asked her what her name was, she said: -Grace. -what a beautiful name! Do you know what it means? -no. -Oh my God, I have to tell you, it’s …
Advertisements We never uttered the words, It wasn’t about the way we spoke, Or the things we said I was captive to the magic and majesty Of the silence we held It spoke of love, peace, and belonging. I still long to the space between the words Where we would embrace the feelings, the pains …
Advertisements Dear reality, My oldest enemy Regarding you with loathing I guess not so zen of me! I don’t hate you But resent how you split me in two. On paper you make me wear my heart Inside out Uncovering my open wounds And before long As soon as I find Enough strength to move …
Incarnation (poem)
