There it was all perfectly aligned
A single flower grew
Bright whiteness Continue reading
Category Archives: Melancholy
Melancholy by Hawra’a Khalfan
I am unseen.
Behind all those smiles
all those contacts,
all those hugs,
all those hello’s and how are you’s, Continue reading
Melancholy by Fatma AlSumaiti
Darkness pokes at my every corner.
The silence around me has never been more alive. Continue reading
Melancholy by Hind
Her daughter is ill. She spent the last four weeks packing clothes for her because the treatment made her too weak to walk.
“They say the operation is risky,” she tells me.
I try to study her face, but the window behind her lets in too much sunlight. She is a talking silhouette. Continue reading
Melancholy by Toby Al-R
I took a pause and thought about the idea of depression, but I swiftly came to the conclusion that I and the idea are mutually divorced. I found inner peace long ago and I can’t seem to even remotely relate.
So I sat on my wooden mahogany desk, while resting my chin on my interlocked fingers; staring at a small statue of a stony Socrates face. It gazed back at me with its devious eyes and emitted to my mind gloomy visions of futuristic epochs.
Melancholy by Manasi
Seas and oceans. Does it matter? It’s all the same anyway – the monochrome blue, the earl grey with a stain of sorrow, and the frothy slush that clashed against itself to cease into mist.
The cascading rocks, jagged to the core pierce more than the thin screen of her skin. Continue reading
Melancholy by Merriam AlFuhaid
The teardrop diamond earrings hung from her ears and glistened in the electric light, a hundred reflections dancing on the wall. I have seen perfection, and it was not in the mirror.
Harsh words have been thrown against me like pebbles against a windshield. It is difficult to break all the way, to be in such divided pieces that others would try to repair them. But it’s so easy to crack. Continue reading
Melancholy by Nouf
The sun has risen with some tears falling down from the sky to touch my window. I started to confuse them with the ones falling from my eyes.
I immediately knew that today would be the day I search for the black items in my closet. As the darkness in front of my eyes, I can’t see anything but blackness overtaking my light, blackness overtaking my existence and sight.
Out of the window, I saw my spirit drifting through the grey clouds. Maybe it couldn’t take the despair which was living as a huge pond inside?
It was speaking from above: Oh world, don’t you shame me for my sadness, don’t you start denying it in you, or me. In a world where it’s preferable to see the faces of the broken hearts with smiles, I’ll love my grief. I’ll love it until it loves me back and may leave. And you dear world, all you did was put expectations upon us and feed us greed. Your greed, which let us hate ourselves, believing if we did so, our success will exceed.
In a world which loves happiness, yet provides us with all kinds of despair to grow as seeds, I’ll keep my grief. And no, I’m not a joke because I let myself feel. Stop trying to interfere with my mind with your fear of fear. When you remember me lowering my wings to let others step on, for I thought with Utopia, they too had wild dreams.
And you keep convincing yourself of my hypocrisy, every time you hear the word God from me. But now I’m giving up to be understood, I’ll leave you with what you deem. And put the shame you’re imposing aside, for all you are doing is just projecting your fraud.
But know that you can always break my wings, and in my soul you can leave a breach. Apathy is a state I can never let myself reach.
Now I’m coming back to my place to wear black clothes, and with my broken dreams, I’ll just have a day of grief.
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