The empty half of the glass is the real one – a poem.
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Centipede I of V.
Adfectus: Part I
Seven lines of verse on Joy, Sorrow, Anger, and Fear.
Part I of IV.
آه
قضيت وقتي كله أتساءل إن كان بإمكان المرء أن يسير خلال الحياة وحيدًا بلا أهل ولا رفقاء؛ تساءلتُ فقط كي أواسي ذاتي وأشعرها بأنّنا بخير، وبأنّ هجرَنا جميعَ من أحبَبْنا قبل أن يهجرونا كان وسيظل أكثرَ قراراتِنا حِكمة… ورمَت الحياة الإجابة في وجهي فور ملاحظتها أنني جزءٌ منها، مخبرةً إياي أنّ الشوائب لا مكان لها، …
Robbed
Of joy, of kindness, and laughter. Of meaning and of hope. Of my voice, and of my shape. A floating cloud fleetingly drowns the earth. I run and yell but I’m a shadow A tiny dot rolling down the meadow. Seeing things from above makes a huge difference. But Noah doesn’t know my name; I’ve …
Gifted
Being here is my occasional reminder that… I don’t know when I’ll stop coming back every time in hopes that I’ll feel better, only to leave feeling more distraught and unworthy. And I know, that I need to get away from here. This place needs to become out of my reach. A hopeful, amnesiac moron; …
Presence
The sound of the leaves Outside the window. The empty, closed, Quiet room. The echoing, unanswered yelling, Towards the end of the house. The unnoticed absence At the dinner table. The unheard voice Of the forgotten. Are your presence. Art credits: Avogado 6.
月
One month since I’ve last seen life.Rivers of gold, and a mesmerizing gaze.Her lips shining bright and coming closeBurning my foreheadA gentle flame of light and comfort. It was good to knowShe noticed I was missing.Wrote me a letter in my blood,Sending love and greetings;Newborn laughter, and ancient kindness. I got to meet the crimson …
Empty
Boxes;Just in caseYou’d ever like to keepAll the waysAll the whysOf how you keep yourself In pain. ~♥~
Drift
I’m trying to grasp a pile of sand and take it off shore. But, I’m a boat. I’m a small wooden boat no one would use. My wooden boards are chapped and cracked, uneven, and barely holding together. I was imperfectly made, and time and humidity decided to take their toll on me and make …
SingulariT 