Speechless

That night
That night when the moon was full
The Fake Island and city
The fake IDs, the Vodka, Beer and the Whiskey
So out of our minds, we just needed the drugs too

That night
I can’t forget how you looked at me with those brown eyes
That Johnny Depp hat of yours
So drunk everything was blurry except for you
So drunk that it felt sober just being around you

That night
In the back of the car we kissed
The taste of your lips still occupies my senses
Your aura numbed my nerves
And your warm breath left my heart mended
…
Out of all those that follow me
I still can’t believe that you got me
I felt so happy I could die
And next time you see me day dreaming
Spare asking what took over my mind
You know the answer more than I could ever imply

I came back home the next day
So angry and lost I just wanted to stay
I threw all the books around looking for my dictionary
So crazy I was the books I threw broke and ashtray
all 1286 pages I read
But no word I read best described you
And I realized that you've left me speechless
so speechless I thought I'll never write again
just speechless

Fearless

I took on a journey
A journey of materialism
The journey of joyful pain
Torturing pleasure and gain
And as I walked amongst people
I found a boy with a plastic rainbow
His eyes spoke words that the tongue never dares to spell
So I stared onto their moist soil that is craving a sun to dry them up
The melody of his eyes took my hands and drove me into his journey
A journey amongst his peers

And as I observed his world
He'd look at me and point out at his peers
And he quietly said

"Look at them, my world and family
With them I share the joy and agony
They love me to bits
But too much love is catastrophe"

The boy goes silent
And I observe again as he gets ready to speak
I interrupt his words and say

"They love you too much it's become unhealthy
And I know you love them too
But their love has driven them blind
And so they grasp onto you”

And the boy nods, turns red and tense
Unleashes sealed words and anger
“And they’ve raped me dry
Drained my energy and broken my wings to fly
Angels indeed they are
But after all
Satan is an angel too
…
So they tend to help make me live
And not commit the sinful deed that surrenders my soul to the dark side
But with what they claim is help
They kill me indeliberately
…
Their love towards me injects them with doses of selfishness
That they repelled the one I truly love
…
They married me without a proposal
Intoxicated the air I breathe
Forced me to live a lithium that satisfies them
…
And as I’m being smothered by their destructive love
I love them still
And all I hope for is that when they slay me unconsciously
They get away with murder”

So my journey goes on
As I watch his life burn away into ashes by those who love him most
And I only pray that love won’t take away his life.

Avant-Garde

Under a pornographic red light
Filthy red colored words polished onto the walls
With thorny stems scattered all over the room

I’ll crawl into bed with you
Caress and roll all over it with my arms firmly wrapped around yours
As these thorny stems rip off each others clothes until naked
Drenched with blood after our skins are slashed
The white sheets turn red
And these thorns are smashed by the intensity of our bodies rubbing

I’ll clench onto your lips with mine
Squash them passionately with my teeth
Let their red wine pour out
To gently water my lifeless lips for they are dry

And as we start off with soft
We let our bodies become one
As if we’ve been tied up by a Celtic metallic chain
And since we’re soaked with each others blood
We’re left unprotected from each others disease
This makes me crave you more
Thus
Let’s whisper dirty words into each others ears
Let those words trigger our gradually awakening beasts
And engage into an endless act of love
That is an Ambigram of endless hardcore
Until we’re left sweaty and breathless

These thorns have indeed bled me dry
But worry not
For I'm alive as long as I'm assassinated by your brown eyes
And the sharing of your disease gave me the pleasure to live your pain
Get reincarnated with you again in the after-life
And if loving you is a sin
Then let the angel of death take away my life
Where hell shall be my eternal reside.

Droplets of Your Name

*Drip…Drip*
My heart bled your name all over my papers
Mixed it up with my tears of ink
That drew down these words of sorrow
And gave birth to this piece of art

I look into your beautiful brown eyes
Eyelashes so tender and perfectly curved
They bleed agony as you read a book called “Life”
And while I watch you read it
I only see a black page…
Your hands shiver at the bottom right of the page
You don’t wanna flip it
You’re still hopeful you can bleach the black page
And so I lend you my soul
Place it above your heavenly made ambrosial hands
Hoping to make you flip the page
Open a new white one that shall bleach away the past
But you’re still firmly holding onto the black page
Your tears drop all over it
And I stare in wonder
Am I not good enough?...

I suffer when I see your tears
I just want to heal you
Break the chains of my heart that want to scream
PICK ME!
Pick me…
Pick me…
For honey with me
You can drink up an endless fountain of love

And then I snap awake

I look at the book in my hand called “Life”
And I see the page with your name written all over it
And I cry teardrops for I feel helpless towards your pain
And so I don’t flip the page
Hoping that my tears might make you flip yours.

Blessings of a Curse

I see myself everyday
The black coat that I wear
Drenched from the Grey converged clouds
The dark blue skies
And the rain that stings my heart with every drop
Makes me kneel indeliberately
Look up subsiding to the power of He the almighty
The one that according to you I rejected
The one who’s truth according to you I denied

And though he cursed me
Fated me with torture
And gave me every reason for Blasphemy
I still love him dearly and sincerely
Believe in him more than you
Because unlike you sweet sibling
He listens
He’s silent to whatever wrong I do
The wrong he knows he had cursed me with

Oh sweet descendant
The poison that my ancestors injected into my veins
Ties me to your fate
The fate that makes me witness the sound of your words
The words that stab me indefinitely
The words you stimulate along with your ignorant companions
Against a curse that I now consider a blessing
You even taught the toddlers in our house of me being acquisitive
You taught them I only love me
You taught them about my materialism
None of which is true

You rub your money in my face when I ask for my share
Call me problem free because I get paid
I’ve never been employed to satisfy you with money
But God I know I sacrificed for you emotionally
Held you up as a 14 year old when you were on the verge of disconnection
Still and always will listen to your catasrophe
While you still reject to listen to mine
Because according to you, what I am is Blasphemy
And I still suffer in wonder
How does that make me a materialist?

You dispersed me my emotions
But the best of me stayed
The best of me will always stay…

Simply Beautiful

Aphrodite is the Goddess of Love and Beauty

This poem is dedicated to Farah Faisal =)

When the clouds scatter
After they bless us with a beautiful shower of rain
A bleak of the sun penetrates through the grey angry skies
Skies that left the kids and the weak frightened
But after the inane breakthrough of your beam
You spread peace so colorful and intangible
So uplifting and hopeful

And once your beams struck a garden
A garden with poly-colored different butterflies
And mono-colored beautiful Jasmines
Right in the center of that garden
A beautiful girl skips across
Rhythmically to the song of her singing heart
Wearing a white gown looking like Aphrodite
With a pink guitar wrapped around her holly aura
Aura so blissful and transparently white
So holly and sincere

I only write these words because
I see those butterflies in you
I see you when I look at a lonely white Jasmine
I see you when I look at an innocent little girl skipping
I see you when I listen to a joyful guitaric song
And whenever I see you, yes you!
All I have to say is
You're simply beautiful

My Open Doors

Did I not beg you not to knock on my doors again
Did I not beg you to spare twisting my twisted heart
You wrapped me up with wires of tenderness
That eventually became metallic wires of spikes that left me with emptiness

I blame you not, for I can simply not open my doors
But I'm a fool to the sound of you
That I immediately open to you my doors through your rhythm
I'm a coward to the figure of you
That I simply subside to your profundity

And so through my open door
You'll feed on the abyss amount of love that I offer
And just before I feed on bliss
You simply slam my door onto my face

And though I know my ink of tears won't dry
Love,
I beg you again
Knock on my door no more
Ring neither my bell nor phone
For I can't help but answer your call