Feelings and words heavy with lead bouncing inside me I drew miles in your eyes of the pain that hit my head in that breeze. I was the hallucination of a call, the miserable loneliness I fell into before sleep, maybe the years I was listening to. I am a reckless and tactless alphabet: I am far from anyone who is narrow-minded, or I do not enjoy the alluring myths that wash up in wide sectarian climates, where I take shelter in the lead-heavy emotions and words that ricochet…
The child in me who never leaves my orphan heart alone To touch the top with an exceptional pinkness with my color. On the other hand, my fondness for peace and the loving universe hidden in the folds of my sadness never refute me. In the nooks and crannies of life, on the walls of love and where mourning coincides with age. Sometimes I cry from happiness. After being away from my pen for about forty-eight hours, I am running and sitting at the desk with pride. Love's dance…
My mourning and my private feelings were hidden in my temple It was a story of abandonment. It was the diary of the rain that fell in the sleepy eyes of the night, how I was caught unprepared for my age. My mourning and my privacy were hidden in my temple, and I never wished for melancholy from the universe, but I had stories whose roots were hidden in yesterday, in which I was imprisoned, whereas every story was an expression of freedom, I think if you wrote it. More than I…
As I build the walls of life, I find myself all alone inside the tower I am a natural disaster, and the storehouse of my heart is crammed. Of course, I feel rich and majestic in the love and hope that I peck incessantly in that barley barn I'm stuck in. I have been shedding hives for many years, probably due to the death of the horse rearing inside me and the overdose. Many chemical products that I am allergic to, and countless hormones secreted by my brain. Abundant…
I'm escaping the narrow world I'm trapped in to keep alive After spending the whole day in darkness, I leaned on the night and of course my eyes pierced the darkness before. While the night was a handover ceremony with the most self-satisfied gaze, I had already kicked the day out of the door, and the night had come and settled in the corner. I think I have exercised my right to be a rabbit again, because I persistently chewed the top of my pen. There is so much emptiness…
My inner world is not a shop to be recommended You are a burning season in the organized reality fixture in my high dreams, and your heart is wounded. I never dream of lucid dreams: again, ghosts and whatever was hidden in yesterday, a magic wand touches my lower memory, and I suddenly change dimensions. There are so many feelings that I vouch for in the warehouse of my heart. Don't ask my thoughts, you know. The first half of my life and my inner voice, which I lived with…
If you were a bird landing on the window of my heart Iron my eye wrinkles. That I accept what is poured out of your heart into the city inside me with only ironing and admonition. In which landscape is love hidden and what color is longing the betrayal? What if I were a sentence knitted from poems, after you are not with me, and the syllables I shoveled are my mixed heart and the ground I slipped on. Lament of the seasons. It's Thursday and I doubt my smiles and I'm the sad…
The years when I first met my soul, the traces on me I wouldn't say it's easy, and while I don't know what I fall for at the level of my anxiety threshold. I must say that it is not easy to wake up at five in the morning after loving the sun rising on the sky sill where the colors hang. However, while the distance between home and school is only a ten-minute walk, I would always set the clock to five just for the sake of studying, and I must admit that my eyesight was…
I've always been faithful to my dreams and thoughts Even though I have studied safely and got my diploma, there is only one due diligence hidden in my dreams for the last few years, which I dream of frequently. I'm at the end of high school and I'm sweating every night with the anxiety of never finishing school. The so-called summer vacation is coming to an end and I'm running to school in my dreams. I enter the classroom once: no one has reserved a seat for me and I have to…
It's a fact that I can't lie in this small world! Solitude gives me strength that never ceases. There are also those who do not ask. Prefers to question. It doesn't matter anymore who they are. I neither obey the seasons nor the hidden heaven on earth, at least I know that there is a hidden garden inside me, but the hell called the earth sees the heaven in me or someone defines me as shallow because when I have difficulties, I always cling to people I believe in or have been…
I love in advance and run after My loved ones The nobility of incorruptibility is perhaps the corridors of my mind, where I draw my strength from my faith and where I still have open the files of the people who vanished into oblivion, as well as my library full of sequential books in my memory. Has my hour of trouble come suddenly? I want to put into words the dreams that emerged from my ashes after I turned into a wreck and the extraordinaryness in my mood. If I am quoting…
I have silent states, but I also have a tongue that does not know how to be silent I don't want to get your approval while I'm writing this, world. We come and go, we are passengers, you see, to the extent that we live at a certain stop. We will be welcomed. We cried when we were born. We felt it to our bones, we didn't even need to guess, we grew ourselves in the pain you would cause. Our parents became our guides when we grew up. We fell, we got up, we cried, we laughed,…
My dear seasons, you are my soul mate At the square root of my sadness, which is rendered impossible, I build and violate theories. While abiding by the laws and rules for a lifetime. Dear season… My single dreams… This modest love that I fell into and the human themes that I took advantage of… Is it my disappointment, my loss, the names that I can't get out of my mind, and their sentences and even the phone numbers that are not deleted in my lower memory? Dear season, since…
If I spread wings to a little happiness, I won't hurt anyone The blank white page winks at me with all the innocence, while the crumbs of dreams accompany love, and sometimes I come to fill it, while love is the place of the night when I was put on hijab and explored. In fact, I am hidden in the sadness, the wind of sadness that accompanies every moment of my life. I couldn't love the hot weather and with my extremely white skin, the rain must be accompanied by the hidden…
I knitted a paradise for myself with rose petals bleeding from every thorn that pricked me Every displaced pain is unique and special. The pains have been defeated in the window of the heart, which I cannot bear to open. The hijab-laden balance sheet of stalemate and that standard deviation in income-expenditure inequality. I kiss the wrist that I can't bend, it brings me the most gigantic explanation of knowledge and the universe, and because I hate to take it away, I…
In the depth of my pain, there is nothing left for me I keep my dreams suspended: I tend to be the ratchet of a tired rope, and suddenly, when that rope breaks, I fall into the pit of hell, and after I am a relative being, I also end my unadulterated dreams. Since most of my feelings, which are difficult to reject, are perhaps ignored, since it is only a matter of time before I leave my cell where I am imprisoned, and if the person who vanished into the secret is the feeling…
I die by the betrayal of the pen whose thorns pricked me I'm hidden inside the veil I put on my dreams, maybe the tricky paradise called a dream where I swing like a doll. I am growing and breathing in a delusional climate: more than a feverish creature living in the shadow of passionate loves, bitter realities hinder the future, which is made up of superstitions. It's neither a metaphor nor a whirlpool. Maybe in the name of denunciation and destruction of my loneliness, I…
My dream piggy bank, dried tears that I shed after every mourning What dream was it, those turmoils hidden in the spiral of me! Clouds of dust smoke: My complex and my love and I… My pen is not callused And my inverted sentences The love and hope I've swept away from those hurdles. My shroud full of sadness and me when I was a prenatal that I was in pain and my hope and treasure hidden in my compass and my stem cell. What truth are you beyond the realm or are you so far from…
I'm a prisoner of a poem that is the pioneer of the apocalypse that will break with love My dreams weren't enough, make laments rain down on my grave: I bleed with a pair of wings forgotten in a bird's skeleton, and the confiscated authorities showered light on me: oh, it's not a melancholy sadness, but I lay my head on love and faith as a bed. I have foggy walls and an abandoned rose, the native of hope and love, against which I have put up with so much cruelty that I can't…
I owe a smile to myself and to my inner heroes A forgotten dream has unbearable weight. I am at the beginning of an article whose logical predictions and maturity have not yet been proven, while the language of the realities has become a buzzword. The weather is a little humid and quite cloudy, and I make dream divisions, not in the tired nature of life, but in the name of sharing a fact that fatigue ends, or rather, when I took the pen in my hand: As the pen swept me over,…
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