When you’re neither the last on this damned land, no one to clamber on nor a last stand.
You’ll wish the demon’s soul to possess you again, a reoccurrence of the prowess in a single gun’s chambered vein.
The will of a single man shall overcome armies, for history is written by the victor’s hand.
Dear nephew,
My sister, your mother, your father’s wife has informed me of a terrible affliction that you have asked upon yourself recently. I hear you’ve injured your nose, dislocated a knee and will undergo spinal surgery this Tuesday. Continue reading
I wait…
I wait to be possessed
“My beloved, come take away the pain” Continue reading
“Beautiful Noise, a”
Her words,
Pierced the silence of the attic floor,
She lured me unbound.
Allow me to be as sane as the world allowed me to be and open up my chest.
I hope you have steady hands…There is a heart here for you to caress, I insist
Hold it, own it, deform and reform it and whisper bliss inside all this mess. Continue reading
Neither dying
Nor all its side-effects
Can escape life.
Life is a sentence; death – its embedded clause.
Dear you,
Instinctually and reflexively I want to ask you to stop treating me so well and being so good to me. It’s hard to feel as though I deserve all the goodness and light you bring to my life, but at the same time I couldn’t bear to be without it having now experienced it. We may be temporarily separated by many, many miles, but when we talk I don’t feel it. Continue reading
All we did was breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out
Till our breaths were a mix of minty coal and dirty water, we exhaled zesty chalk outlines
Till our brains throbbed beneath our skull plates and our bowels shook like earthquakes Continue reading
Let me make one thing clear: I’m not a big fan of the human race.
So Picture this: I’m sitting quietly, minding my own business when a paper ball lands on my desk.
The gossip list. Continue reading
This isn’t some thing to celebrate women. This isn’t a thing that tells them that they should love themselves, flaws and all. Because they won’t. They won’t listen to you. The only voice they’ll listen to is the one that does not exist. Continue reading
I would get lucky when I saw him more than once a week. Every Saturday at 2:00 PM was is a must. The sad part is that he changed as he got older, not by age, but by action. You see, now he’s totally different. When I was younger I would spend the weekend with him at the beach house. Continue reading
I left the house in a hurry, speed walking to my charger. I got into my orange-based car and drove off hitting a parked car in the process. I then decided to hit and run because why stop now? Kaifi Kuwaiti. I was heading towards the gas station, I needed gas, something not a lot of hit and runners want to do after an incident. Continue reading
Who am I?
I can be found in nature, but cannot be made.
I am energy, passion, action.
I’m lovin’ it! Continue reading
You feel like you met her the moment you were born, she is an open book to read and you are dyslexic
Her twitter bio says her favorite color is turquoise, her favorite number is six and she likes coffee bars
The skies are so bright and blue that even the sun is squinting, and you are holding a purple umbrella after you finally walk to her doorstep to face her Continue reading
What color are you? She asked.
And there it started, the journey of the seven relics, there I immersed in an immense essence of nonsense. A chromatic voyage to the hidden land of a thousand lands, to the lands of crawling hands. Continue reading
There is a chamber in the back of my mind. I lock my pain, delusions, hope and darkness away. I lock the brown of your eyes and black of your soul away.
The black of your soul.
The black of your soul.
I lock you away.
You’ve taken me to the absolute edge of
myself,
and led me back into my center.
You’ve freed me from my cages
and let me fly freely within yours.
You’ve emptied me and filled me,
always exquisitely, Continue reading
Dear Rania,
You are such a sweet girl! Thank you so much for your kind words.
I can’t say the contents of your letter were a complete surprise to me. I’ve had a feeling ever since that day last month when I told you you looked nice in blue. I’m not blind. I’ve noticed you haven’t worn any other color since then. Continue reading
Even blindness has a color,
And you blinded me with yours.
You are all the colors combined.
I try to keep you in a category,
Yet I find you in every one of them.
You are everywhere,
I wish you aren’t.
But I guess I have to accept the fact that,
You are all the colors
I hate
I love.
You are all the colors
That are in me.
I rolled away from the arms of the stranger beside me.
I scanned the face I last saw before I blacked out last night.
“Not bad,” I thought. Continue reading
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