From the sky, it all looks small
especially humans, like tiny ants
the ego dissipates
Saturday, November 17, 2018
A wedding, unnecessary
There's an air that surrounds you
when you sit wrapping the night like a shawl
- that there have been silver linings, yours copper
- that there are smiles and expressions of love, yours void
- that there is another way to pick roses, yours is to plant
- that there are memories made between the laughs, your phone saves coversation
- that there is a new beggining
the night, cold wraps itself around your shoulders
when at the wedding you sit to think
of different ways to spell love
without slashing your wrists open by its glass.
when you sit wrapping the night like a shawl
- that there have been silver linings, yours copper
- that there are smiles and expressions of love, yours void
- that there is another way to pick roses, yours is to plant
- that there are memories made between the laughs, your phone saves coversation
- that there is a new beggining
the night, cold wraps itself around your shoulders
when at the wedding you sit to think
of different ways to spell love
without slashing your wrists open by its glass.
Labels:
loss,
love,
marriage,
men,
poem,
poetry,
public. private,
relationship,
women
Fear and fire
Like a wildfire, it will eat up with its arms
all the sides of yourself you were keeping safe
this fear
all the sides of yourself you were keeping safe
this fear
a country of 3adi, normal
Adi', is the way we spell normal
like it doesn't hurt to breathe at times
Adi' is the longest wait before going home
not because the traffic is hell but because
the sea of cars isn't moving. Adi, is the youth
wasting hours of their lives struggling to be
clearheaded enough to take a jump. Adi, is a country of normal
where everything and anything is of itself a story
Adi, is the country where death walks hand in hand
with life, like an old bride and a groom.
Adi is the abnormality, of getting used to normal.
like it doesn't hurt to breathe at times
Adi' is the longest wait before going home
not because the traffic is hell but because
the sea of cars isn't moving. Adi, is the youth
wasting hours of their lives struggling to be
clearheaded enough to take a jump. Adi, is a country of normal
where everything and anything is of itself a story
Adi, is the country where death walks hand in hand
with life, like an old bride and a groom.
Adi is the abnormality, of getting used to normal.
Labels:
dark,
death,
homeland,
ill,
loss,
Palestinian,
perception,
place
When I'm sick
When I'm sick
my mind is at its sharpest in math
calculating distances without touching
on the times I shivered like a leaf
near the black board with the thought
that a pit of numbers will take me down
my dreams are different now
they are closer to touch
salty on my tongue
yet it remains a sharp brain in math
and a poor lung.
my mind is at its sharpest in math
calculating distances without touching
on the times I shivered like a leaf
near the black board with the thought
that a pit of numbers will take me down
my dreams are different now
they are closer to touch
salty on my tongue
yet it remains a sharp brain in math
and a poor lung.
if all of this fighting went to rest
If all of this fighting went to rest,
he asks, face twisted like three branches loose
where would we bury newly minted weapons?
he asks, face twisted like three branches loose
where would we bury newly minted weapons?
Saturday, November 3, 2018
Things to do with anger 3
of the things you can do with your anger
is stop answering the phone, hang it up
with its own chords to choke away the noise
of the requests lining up on your door.
is stop answering the phone, hang it up
with its own chords to choke away the noise
of the requests lining up on your door.
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