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I wanted to publish a blank entry, maybe just punctuating marks. I am starting a new phase in my life, and first sign I complain of is tim... -
:و الحديث على لسانها صار الوعدُ وعيدًا.. و أفزعتَ سُكر أرجائي صراخًا.. و رعيدًا غابة المطر تلك التي تهجأت ثمارها عشقًا و هيامًا...
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Everything is possible, and nothing is possible. It’s an issue of win it all, or lose it all. I’m a gambler and my bet is too high. In ... -
إلى حياتي، و عمري، و زمني الجميل: قلبيَّ الوجلُ، تترأى في مقلتيه الأسئلة، و صورٌ من الزمنِ الجميل باهتةٌ عانقها ال... -
ذاك أحد الوعود الذي قُطِعَ. ألا تمتد عينيَّ لغيركِ، و ألا تنبس شفاهك لغيري. صوت السكينة يصيبني بالصمم، كلما رجوتك فصلاً من كتاب الذاك... -
“And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming An... -
It’s time to blow the dust. Every morning I woke up I repeat this sentence. I expect to have a better day, more productive one. For my ... -
إلى حياتي، و عمري، و زمني الجميل: هشة هي مخاوفي، و إن كانت ضاربةً في العمق. تكاد نسمة الهواء الرقيقة أن تهزها و تذهب بها سحيقاً، فم... -
The chances of the regime to save your life are almost equal to that you may die because of the treatment. So, why do we use such drugs to s...
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It’s comforting to write in a blank paper. The feeling of no boundaries is taking over. This way I can overcome the illusion of being wat...
I am waiting for something, opening websites at random.. Experiencing the torture of the passing time, handling the memory of the mix of smells, and remembering that it is all about lust now.
My brain deleted every memory, and my nose is my only evidence of your existence.. I miss the smell of fresh blood, the smell of your wet lips, the smell of desire, lust, and regret. They all have no color, just a wavy fading smell... I am blind now, what would I want to see? A world with no colors? Or a mind that cannot draw a full picture? It smells like dancing under the rain, it smells like your laugh, I even close my nose to stop the strong scent of tears that popped up. I keep forgetting that I am the devil, who can the devil blame his sins on? I am sure now, this is the question he kept praying to God to answer, and I am praying for you to answer me until you create some Adam and Eve to get rid of me like God did to the devil…. Dear lover, I won’t bow!
First English piece that I kinda like,
Saturday 26th 2009