امشب
كَله ي خالي
طبع شعر عالي
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last summer fight
when you get drown
I see you getting drown
then when I call you
just take my hand
do not resist
take my hand
I pull you out
Sunmer drama
Love is a soft thing
but it has sharp edges
It is a light feeling
but it comes massive
Love is so rare
so unique
so special
but also common
and also mainstream
Love is all the good things we always had
and yet something we never had.
It is indeed, everything.
consultant
we all lie
but some lie a little more
a little bigger
Social Media
as a description of ourselves
we write about our positions in life
about how we make a living
what we are good at
our status,
-the founder
-the producer
-the freelancer
-the professional photographer
-the activist
-the feminist
-the blogger
-the actor
-the dancer
-the brutally honest
-the simply happy person
-the
where are the rest then?
if we are all here and all these,
where is the ignorant?
where are all the thieves? the liars?
where are all the sad people gone?
where is the one who does nothing?
the one who is just there, watching?
the one who hates her mom and just had a huge fight with whole family?
all of us with no job, no love, no interest?
where are all those people throwing tampons in the ocean?
the war lovers?
the ones with no friends and no birthday parties, not so grateful for having all in their life bla bla?
where is the rest of us hiding?
without a description?
August
there is no harmony.
she is in need of water
and you are just full of yourself.
party
it is the pain within
that brings you loneliness
among even thousands of people
even the dearest of people
what throws you far from the crowd
is the thickness of the lie
it is the depth of what hurts
what you can see
but you don’t want to see
what you know
but you don’t want to know
it is that scream
that rage
within
that makes you sound so soft,
look so calm,
so fluid.
it is the scare
it is the wideness
of that scare
it is perhaps
that much transparency
that makes you invisible
that much clarity that makes you fragile.
what throws you far from the crowd
is the thickness of the lie
it is the humility
the humble pain
within
that brings you loneliness
among even thousands of people
even the dearest of the dearest of people.
sick leave
I cant grow plants
in a burnt heart
at least till the time
the ashes are still there
not forgotten
I need time
I cant just wake up on any day
and say
like
ok, today I smile.
to be fairly real
I need a bit of time
to swallow things
days with flue
infection
confusion
are also days
and they also end up with a night.
then, even if we dont move
there is no pause in our flow
so there comes a breeze
or maybe a shift in stars
and direction of light
and blows the ashes
fills the holes
I get up
I dance again,
and deal with the mass of ego
we spit on the earth
and accept that we are all one, the same.
and I deal with it.
atlántic beside me
He is blue
light blue
transparent
so clear
he comes slow
goes slow
weightless
humble
charming brown eyes
most of the time
in a blue shirt.
he is the azul clarito
sometimes from the mediterranean
sometimes from the atlantic
something around our heads
you are bitter
and I know all you need is love
but your ego hits me in the face
in the chest
it makes me tired
it makes me want to go to sleep.
I am not sorry because this is not about any of you
but all of you
about all of us.
