I'm longing for you like the longing of two sides for each other This ecstatic city has no season and no prose, but I am an orphan who interprets my prayers. I am a star, the ideal of these endless feelings that I sometimes take advantage of from a poet whose arias are the transcendent bliss of God and love, which I sometimes wish for tranquility, and here is a poem annotated on the city. The authority of nothingness in me. Seagulls with tired lines on my face and the wind…
I spend my days without her in silence I have a story and it is neither the beginning nor the end of my story. How should I tell you or how should I start my words! Those who have suffered the wrath of love are now slaves to their fears. See sometimes the sky, sometimes the warm breeze, especially the stormy state of love, It's you, it's a war trying to be it, it's starting from scratch and still going on, A kind of war of humanity. You neutralize each other and continue as…
A single teardrop hanging on my face translated all my feelings If it's an urge to live The rebellious basket of the oppressor hidden behind the fire The words of love that I kneaded with words Like the emptiness I scour through vague shadows Two core words inside me The rebellion that I live like a fool Existence is secretive I am so fond of loneliness that I cannot reach it. The pattern of dreams: many half-stories hidden in the mood of the mournful night, and the call of…
I keep my calm and quiet, even worse than those who mute While there is no doubt that it is a troubling dilemma, and somehow the notion of doubt has always been a part of my life, and I will now be free from doubt and rewrite it with my upright stance. More than an outdated life. The rage of my many outdated lives. My self that is deemed to be flawed, but that I am quite happy with my name and myself on my tag. Of course, I don't have many habits that I don't like. I must…
When I write, I break my lifelong silence. My dreams are wanderers! Just like a baby lion roaring in my heart. My eagerness to fit the haste that I knitted from the sill of the window on which I lament and the words of the body of love into a poem, a lifetime, into a story. And… My enthusiasm is stuck in my crop, sir, I still don't regret it, I just pass the hiccups in my throat with poems. I'm in the office of sadness, it's two. I haven't encountered any other climate…
I loved so many people without seeing and touching I will write you multiple letters. Because I can't write anything else anymore. To be honest, I'm not too worried about it. I was born in the compass of the life that I know as a routine. It is the songs that I drank from time immemorial, and sometimes that red-haired girl hidden in my heart while I am the hero of the love I am imprisoned. Big smiles in my heart. It is obvious that I am the prose of life, which I hide in a…
Everything I've owned since my childhood has necessarily been a disappointment I don't feel hungry. Thanks to my dominance over the hunger-fullness mechanism, I ended the vital tastes in my childhood. I have also ended my reservations, now I will live for myself and now I will love myself and only myself. There are no people I need to report, and they take advantage of my short absence and question me for who I am. Come see that weak word called love, I was fed with love for…
I loved everyone around me like an angel without sin My feelings have no name anymore. I don't have a name either, only flying adjectives are hidden around me, and even though I'm not in sight, I've always been a target for people. my silence… My battle with myself. That's why I can't take a step beyond my self-respect, and I'm alienated from self-love because I equate love with being loved. I succeeded in playing games and dreaming, then starting school and learning to read…
I'll look in the mirror for the last time when my heart is shattered in the mirror I've been going in every way. I'm halfway through every road. The only breeze I feel in every direction is that hope circulates and while the invitation of peace cannot find peace in many things, I now know what gives peace. The only thing I benefited from was the sense of peace and gratitude that I attained in the movement of faith, and the more I added, the more resigned life and the…
Other people migrated to your heart and you met other hearts You're a dare I take refuge. My size is motionless and non-contact. The jokes are hidden between the lines of what people cannot say: I read from their eyes the subtitle that goes through them, I am neither reproachful nor do I turn my sirens on. There is no country to which I will go but death. What I have reached is a prophecy of happiness and the relative shock of love, I am no longer shaken and I do not love…
My world left over from the parceled land of souls and bodies Emotions and the brain do not coexist. That's why I didn't silence my inner voice just to get the most out of my brain? My mind is great. I'm like poison. But I am so depressed and reluctant to live and I am too tired to love anymore, as if it were not enough that I was hurt and ignored in return. When I ignored myself for a lifetime and most of all, when I was just bored with myself. With my arrogant inner voice.…
I have long hours going back and forth between sleep and wakefulness My mortal silence and my deadly motives. On the other hand, I am waiting with the pride and self-confidence of being a ready and loyal being behind the curtain. Actually, it doesn't matter what/who I am waiting for, it is indisputable from my point of view that I keep watch of my sheltered inner world. Sometimes I think I'm an isotope and because I can't break people's prejudices, what is it? I tear myself…
I can't set my own course without knowing where I'm drifting I extend my hand to someone and my hand remains empty. I want to make my voice heard, but they block their ears. They know that I love them, and I know that I am not loved. I can't believe how people like blood red and how the sin bite they eat passed through their throats. The love is performed. Sometimes those who put each other under suspicion in devious ways. On the other hand, there are people who lie while…
I was brewed as my tears brewed quietly If you want to think! I want to touch it without interruption as much as I have been breathing in the address of thousands of prose hidden in my simple traveler dreams. My eyes on the lines and my windows on my back. You are hiding in the wide window of my heart and here is the scale of my love. I'm writing. That's what I'm loyal to you. A painful lever and every time my way falls to you. You are hidden in my story, my dear reader and…
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