Black and bitter like everything else in my life is
Outside my window, rain is pouring
Raindrops are salty tears I’m too familiar with I stand naked underneath the shower
Everyday I pray I will finally feel unstained and clean
But there’s simply not enough water
To wash away the blood, tears, memories and all that’s between I hold my breath for as long as I can
Am I strong enough to fight my instinct to survive?
I breathe in against my will and I don’t understand
How can one be not dead but far away from being alive?
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coffee in the morning? Ramadan Kareem!
… just kidding
those are some really good lines.
though i didnt get what you meant in the final stanza.
Haven’t I read this earlier!!
Brilliant dr.Bassem
Hishmaj allow me to explain it
The meaning is how can you feel alive if you’re already dead inside!!
thanks, but i meant the whole of the last 4 lines and not just the last one
Beautiful
hishmaj, thanks
well I don’t usually explain my poems because I think readers should understand and relate to them in their own way
Holding your breath is a mini-suicide attempt after you’ve come to be tired of the lifeless existence but everyone has an instinct to survive that prevents him from doing that. And existence doesn’t equal living
his sweetheart, always complimenting
Hind. thank you
Depressing ya Bassem!
How about sweet, sugary joyous coffee instead?
Never complimenting
But a truth sayer ;D
A Global Citizen, I love depressing poems and stories lol I’m a sadist I guess O_O well not really but pain is the best source of inspiration while happiness is selfish and doesn’t like to be shared unlike misery which loves company
his sweetheart,
“How can one be not dead but far away from being alive?”
..what is your definition of being alive?
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I like, and agree with the words you directed at A Global Citizen up there. Very true, but there are different kinds of happiness, no? Some, can be shared.
Afterthought: you, too, have been in pain. Correct?
I agree, Bassem, that sadness is inseparably connected to human nature. Gloomy, depressing experiences, undoubtedly, have always inspired the greatest poets, resulted in creating remarkable literary pieces, and sometimes even led to sublimity.
Happiness, however, can’t be synonymous with selfishness. It is the one thing that all human beings, since the early dawn of time, have intuitively sought. How can you be selfish when you’re simply exercising your God-given right to attain happiness, to seek that contented, peaceful state of mind that every human being desires?
Besides, happiness is very contagious. It doesn’t restrict itself to the one
person who successfully finds it, but generously spreads its joyous, magic charms to include those around him/her. If you surround yourself with happy, cheerful people, chances are you’ll find yourself happy too. Don’t you think?
P.S: I still believe your poem is beautifully written. I suppose I only yearned to read something a little more positive, more optimistic, perhaps.
manutdfanatic,
“..what is your definition of being alive?”
as I said above, existence doesn’t equal living. When you feel happy, satisfied, thankful for each day, enjoying the present and looking forward to the future constitutes what I believe to be “living”
but simply passing through days from one to another without much difference or even simple joys means you’re just “here” nothing more
yeah some kinds can be shared I guess but in general, misery does love company and you don’t see anyone complaining of being happy now do you?!
and yes I’ve had my share of pain like most ppl in this world I guess. Probably worse than many but better than many at the same time so al7amdellah
A Global Citizen,
I’m not saying that it is selfish to pursue happiness 3la al3aks it’s something we all desire but I guess in most cases once it’s attained a lot of people try to hide it for various reasons whether it’s fear of the “evil eye” or not wanting to cause even more misery to those depressed for whatever reason or just enjoying it to the max for fear it won’t last
and I don’t like to surround myself with happy people
lool they truly annoy me! especially if i’m not feeling that “preppy” myself because a) I don’t wanna feel like I’m raining on their parade by being gloomy or b) I don’t want any to think how lucky he or she is because they’re not in my place !
I’d prefer to have someone around who’s in my shoes
Happiness isn’t contagious in my case lol but I guess people are different
I have plenty more of dark depressing poems lol the happy ones are rare but I’ll see what comes up with me
still, i missed ur poems, but i still think now they’re all sad not as they used to be..
i love this poem
heh.. hope ! =)
“and I don’t like to surround myself with happy people”
LoL. Laih bs?
Hmm that’s kinda weird, Bassem. I don’t know how surrounding oneself with happy, joyous people can be ‘annoying’. Maybe you just happen to surround yourself with the ‘wrong’ happy people. Ever gave that a thought?
Wish you happiness, anyway!
“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.” Khalil Gibran
Fo0f, you keep disappearing! Where do you go when you go? <– it’s a song
I miss you
And I know that’s it’s been a LONG time since I’ve written a happy poem but you never know…. one day
sawsan, glad you do
coookies, you saw hope in my poem? that’s remarkable ! lol
A Global Citizen, lol I don’t know wallah… I’ve found that I have less tolerance than I used to have for many things… I feel old I guess ! The point is, I guess I’m not into happy people really lol for a couple of hours it’s fine but more than that it’s just too much for me !
wish ya the same too
and thanks for the wish
Natalia, Khalil Gibran is always brilliant
very depressive :-s
I did my job then
For some reason .. yeah i did ! its like when ur ready to give up but w/o realizing it ur still holding on to the last string .. i do tend to get dramatic sometimes ;p
I loved your poem.
It was beautifully written and very touching =)
cooookies, lol well you managed to read between the lines… it’s that little bit of hope that sustains us
Lino, thank you
It’s always nice to know that something I wrote can touch someone
oooh dark n depressive..just the way i like em
Ah someone after my own heart
We have similar tastes then lol
How can one be not dead but far away from being alive? >>> 42 checks
ur result is 80 out of 100
u know that u deserve the a100 but i gave u 80 enta 3aref lesh :p
loool la wallah many 3aref lesh!