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the wind
dreams
how beautiful is it to exist without a purpose
like a bubble floating away into the beyond,
not like a flower destined to wither,
not like a stream forever drawn to the ocean,
as the pain binds every part of your being,
slowly easing its jagged chains into your skin
marking its imprint deep within
desperate to bring you to its dark embrace.
for no soul is assured an untouched existence,
carrying your open wounds and scars
you must stand up for yourself.
for the self that dared to dream.
confession
how your words draw life out of my soul
and spill it like a bottle of ink, splattered
it pays no heed to my wailing,
just quietly seeps into the pages.
where I thought I was whole, it finds the seams
and unravels every part of my heart.
how the ink taints every fiber of my being
and will be etched, engraved into the memories of you , my dear

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reverie
confession
how your words draw life out of my soul
and spill it like a bottle of ink, splattered
it pays no heed to my wailing,
just quietly seeps into the pages.
where I thought I was whole, it finds the seams
and unravels every part of my heart.
how the ink taints every fiber of my being
and will be etched, engraved into the memories of you , my dear
to you
may
my love you are far too distant for my arms and far too close for my heart
you complete every fragment of my being yet remain something that I was never meant to hold.
privilage.

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she is still inside me,
I carry her where ever I go,
to the mountains, along the river, by the meadow.
for my darling, you will forever remain woven into every place I love.
memories
here finally.
hope and light settles where doubt and fear once thrived,
it swirls away into the abyss never to be seen,
and the door that I feared
opens from the inside.
her?
βA smile is the chosen vehicle of all ambiguities.β βFor in tremendous extremities human souls are like drowning men; well enough they know they are in peril; well enough they know the causes of that peril;--nevertheless, the sea is the sea, and these drowning men do drown.β
-Herman Meville

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"Here are your tortured poets. All from Mahmoud Darwish to Dr. Refat Alareer to Khaled Juma, these are tortured poets. Tortured by longing for a home they can never return to, tortured by the world they were born to for BEING BORN. Palestine, home to the tortured poets department." [@/folkoftheshelf on X. April 20th, 2024.]
~A forgotten promise~
As he laments the fleeting loss of life, he mourns;
What can I protect with these hands?
To someday end this endless war, we shared our hearts, even our unhealed wounds.
I spoke to you in faith;
I swore to honor our childhood promise with these hands.
Time flows, forgetting the past...
How long will this blood-stained lineage endure? In this stolen land, I raise my hopes and draw my sword.
At the tip of the crossed blade, I find a cherished you.