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I slowly bleed into myself

I slowly wither into an empty vessel

I slowly break, shatter and leave

I am a phantom of unspoken emotion

I am the minute before that grand explosion

I am that silent moment

Between the dawn of awakening 

And the dusk of eternal slumber

My pieces are the dust of stars

They are the talk of legend

They are the fragment of wishes

The scrambled departed dreams

I am a ghost of myself

A decaying part of an original

Broken, shattered and gone

I had dreams of being 

I had dreams of becoming

I had dreams of everything 

They were the melodies 

The strings of my songful spirit

They were blots of light

In an ever dark enclosure 

They have become 

Nothing but a part of a forgotten memory

Stabbed by my decaying self and broken wishes

Full Circle

kisses blown into an east wind
taking away the petals of tulips
dewy droplets on ancient trees
leaves basking under a spring sun

rustle of fallen sticks and branches
golden colors of a burning autumn
the sleep and retreat of trees and flowers
a graveyard of a forest, of yellow grass

whispers of stories of a summery beach
the awakening of hushed silent gardens
the rise of salty fragrance
the embrace of a sun pecked skin

then a silence like ice cold descends
on a white kingdom of snow
hollow winds and omnious nights
icicles of frozen hisses stinging your skin

Postcard Odyssey #5: The Infinite Sea

If you had to write about an infinite sea, what would you write? What would you say if an endless sea made you speechless?

What was it that pulled me to the sea?
That hung my heart to its endless waves
That made me love its sunny smell
The solace and peace it gave me

What was it that kept me in awe
Of the waves kissing the shore
Of the shells engraving the sand
Whispering the telltales of the sea

What was it that made me love
The beckoning water, the teasing sea
The warm sun and the graceful sand
Its endless wonder and mystery

Postcard Odyssey #1: Departing

Stale coffee
Heavy bags
The anticipation
Of new beginnings

Snowflakes kissing
The windows
Heavy sleep
Scattered papers
The longing for people
In far distances

Torn tickets
Lost stamps
The missing deadlines
Of arrived letters

Old life
Past memories
The embarking
Of new journeys
And adventures

Wrong Footsteps

Prompt: “You do not learn anything by doing everything right.”

Well, have you heard about someone
Who took his first steps without falling?
I certainly haven’t heard of such a thing
I also haven’t heard of learning from right
Because we mostly learn from wrong
We learn from our falling, our crumbling
We learn from our mistakes, our tumblings
We learn from taking the opposite path
And returning the the right one
We learn from scabbing our knees on the curb
For riding the bicycle in the wrong way
We learn from our first failure
For ignoring to study the other day
We don’t learn if we strive for perfection
For we came from imperfection
That was why, we did the wrong
To learn about the right and appreciate it
To learn that no matter how many times you fell
You get back on your feet again and fight

Velvet Fallacy

If I had to describe her
It would take me a trilogy
Maybe even a whole library
To put down in letters
How much she was heavenly
If a person reminded you
Of a glowing spring
Would you tread past without looking?
She brought down the world
In dreary colors when she walked
She made all of nature dull
She was all the flowers
And skies combined
I couldn’t look away
I wouldn’t
Her aura pulled me in
Then she gazed at me
Mockingly
Was all of me just looks
She smirked ironically
I was taken aback
She gazed again and told me
I have thoughts and ideas
I have a personality
I may look pretty but
Did you ask yourself
If I have depths beyond my beauty?
I was surprised, I was awed
Her voice was velvety
It was the very petals of a rose
I could feel my heart
Fluttering like a desperate bird
And she was the prison
No, not prison
She was the haven to that bird
I gazed at the doors of her spirit
And she gazed at mine
A little connectedness
A little spark and I was hers

Will He Love Me?

Mother came and said
“He asked for you”
I gazed at her afraid
“Will he love me?”
Mother asked what I meant
And the words flowed out
“I mean will he love me
For myself, my flaws
Will he love me
For my spirit, my passions
Will he let me be myself
And he will adore me for that?
I am afraid that he will make me
He will make me change
And I don’t want that
I want him to love me
For my real essence
To let me be whatever
Whatever I dreamed to be
I am ready to give him all
My heart and my soul
I am ready to become
Everything he needs me to be
But Mother, will he love me for me?
Will he be able to tolerate
To handle what I am
And what I stand for?
I want him to understand
My passion for the things I do
I want him to be the reason
For these things I do
Yet, Mother
I am scared he wont be
The person I think he would be
I am afraid that the person I want
Is but a fragment of my delusions
And he might not exist
Will I ever find a man
Who is equal to my fiery soul?
A man who will be the frame
Of my dreams”
She embraced me and whispered
“He is out there, dear”
She said softly
“You just need to look really well
And wait
For he is somewhere out there
Looking for you too
Doesn’t have to be this one
Because you will end up
With the one you are meant to be with”

Unfurl Your Wings (In Reply to: Everyone Has Fears)

Everyone Has Fears

by Mahra Alhosani

“No thanks I’ll pass”

“I’d rather stay at home”

I feel much safer when I’m alone

People confuse me

They judge everything

Why can’t I just be me

“Everyone has fears”

As fragile as you might think you are

In you is a power, beyond all

Trickles of sweat adorn your hands

But that doesn’t make you weak

It makes you stand, in front of all

Has a mountain ever shivered

In a wind of fall?

Thunderstorms would destroy tress

Yet the mightiest would stand tall

Pluck your fears from your heart

It is time to let them go

It is time to part

I know you are scared

I know you feel caged

I know you hate what people say

But dear friend, unfurl your wings

Fly away, from your worries

From your sorrows

Words said by others will never

Define you

For your choices is what you are

You beautiful being filled with wonder

Love yourself and you will shine

Head my words that people will still talk

Yet my friend, you are brave

You are bold

Be as mighty as an ancient tree

As strong as a mountain

And light as a spring breeze

“Everyone has fears”

But the strongest of them all

Conquer their fears

Broken

You hide behind a stoic mask of joy

You smile even though you hurt

Even though you are broken 

You laugh, it bubbles and echoes 

You giggle and you chuckle

But it rings with sadness

It rings with a torn melody

In that split moment

When everyone, every head turns away

Your mask is whisked away

Your emotions tumble on your face

You feel like an outcast in a crowded place

You fall, you trip, you break

slowly, piece by piece

They watch and stare

but they do nothing

and you keep falling

You keep screaming

You keep shouting

But they stay staring

You are anything but whole

in a dark pitch-black hole

where your remains lay

tattered and scattered away

Dark

It was always dense and dark

When you withdrew within your soul

You harbored yourself inside a shell

That burst with emotions

It was like a living hell

It wasn’t hot or painful

It was cold, cold and hard

It ripped your soul apart

It tortured you from inside

It ripped the very fragments to pieces

Scattered them around the darkness

Away it all dissolved into blackness

You withered away, slowly, and slowly

Was it always this dark?

You wondered

So quiet and peaceful

Let me sleep

You said

Eternal sleep

You wanted

You closed your eyes

Your cheek rested on the coldness

Why was it dark and cold?

You asked.

But you didn’t know

You were gone, by then you left

Trailing behind you a path

Of those forgotten and gone