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My Last Morning
The sun rays slowly sneak through the blinds
I open my eyes in momentary oblivion to the dim truth
It dawns on me that you are not by my side
I close my eyes to complete my dream of you
Purpose
Am I your dream?
Or only the person you wake up to?
Am I the destination?
Or the journey you had to go through?
Am I your reason to cry?
Or the just the shoulder to cry on?
Am I your sacred secret?
Or the trophy you show to everyone?
Did you wait for me?
Or did I just show up in the right moment?
When you’re heart was vulnerable
And it was ready to be easily stolen?
Did you fight for me?
Would you take me for granted?
Do you have a scar for me?
To guide you to me when you’re stranded
We as humans tend to forget
Victories should never come cheap
I’ve lost some of me to find you
You’ll never smile until you weep
Am I your mountain?
The epiphany of blood, sweat and tears
Am I truly worth it?
Standing up to all that you love and fear?
Because you are my purpose
You are the only fate I choose
The leap of faith I take blindly
Having you is having something to lose
Wonderful Illusion
I run to you
You turn out to be a mirage
I stare in confusion
Were you ever true?
Did I make you up?
Are you a wonderful illusion?
I touch your hand
There is no warmth
Just static electricity
I think I understand
You are physically gone
But within me you live for eternity
I kiss your lips
You vanish into thin air
Another daydream
I kiss your fingertips
You stay a second longer
You know how much that means
Are you a ghost?
Is this your restless soul?
Is it comfort you seek?
Do you feel lost?
Come sit by me
There is peace in words we don’t speak
I can feel you around me
I foolishly promise you
Everything is going to be fine
You have found me
You are never forgotten
My heart will always be your shrine
Insomnia
Sleep has been evading me
Lying on a strange bed in a strange room
The pillows are persuading me
But there’s no comfort here without you
I restlessly toss and turn
My mind is perceiving the bed as steel
With nails and fire, it pricks and burns
Your distance arouses the insomniac in me
I have been studying the ceiling
And I imagine seeing your beautiful face
Are you peacefully sleeping?
Or are you awake feeling lost and displaced?
I don’t smell you in the sheets
This generic softener doesn’t remind me of home
Wherever I can feel your heartbeats
Is where I want to be, is where I belong
The hours are slowly passing by
And sunrays are shyly sneaking through the window
But they don’ reflect on your eyes
It’s just another morning without your morning glow
Secret
Please accept this overpriced coffee
Take your time. Smell it and drink it slowly
Enjoy the ambiance and my company today
Who knows if tomorrow we’d cross pathways
Tell me a secret that no one else knows
Allow me a glimpse into your inner soul
Share a dark tear or a broken smile
Make these five minutes worth the while
Feel the liberty in sharing truths with a stranger
Resist the hesitation and insensible sense of danger
What is it that defines who you are?
What is it that keeps you together and cuts you apart?
Believe me it was not my intention to see your tears
But I can’t say I’m not glad that I was here
Let’s talk about the weather and other trivial subjects
Let’s ignore disappointments and deep regrets
I love your nervous slightly embarrassed laugh
How do you feel letting go of what you had?
It’s running safely in my bloodstream
A piece of you shall forever remain within me
Forget your job, your family and friends
This is a moment that shall last after it ends
Could I interest you in a secret of mine?
There was once this time…
The End
I can see the flames turning into dust
The morning that did not last quite enough
The memories turning into undesirable rust
Of something that once resembled love
The bittersweet taste of finales lingers
The salty tears that resonate regrets
Like missing an amputated finger
You know it’s not there yet you always forget
You keep seeing flashbacks in your head
Life seems much more beautiful in hindsight
We obliterate the bad and think of good instead
In the darkness, you always visualize light
Meaningless words that are politely exchanged
Of weather and other trivial subjects
Of promises we won’t keep when we’re estranged
Of emotions comparable to those of inanimate objects
Plans crumbling down like a Lego tower
Pathways leading into uncharted territories
Seconds weigh down on us like hours
As we realize we came to the end of our story
In New York
In the snow covered streets of New York
In the glass walls of Manhattan’s skyscrapers
In the ceiling of my 1st Avenue apartment
In the faces of everyday random strangers
I see you In the loud cheers of the Knicks fans
In the quiet whisper of couples in Central Park
In the indistinct sounds of casual conversations
In the silence of my lonely room after dark
I hear you In the freezing cold of the night
In the warmth of an unexpected sunny day
In the excitement of mothers with their newborns
In the accidental touch of strangers passing my way
I feel you In the heartache I feel seeing happy couples
In the solitude I feel wandering the neighbourhood
In the only joy I feel when I talk to you late at night
Without you, nothing tastes, sounds or looks as good
I miss you
In the glass walls of Manhattan’s skyscrapers
In the ceiling of my 1st Avenue apartment
In the faces of everyday random strangers
I see you In the loud cheers of the Knicks fans
In the quiet whisper of couples in Central Park
In the indistinct sounds of casual conversations
In the silence of my lonely room after dark
I hear you In the freezing cold of the night
In the warmth of an unexpected sunny day
In the excitement of mothers with their newborns
In the accidental touch of strangers passing my way
I feel you In the heartache I feel seeing happy couples
In the solitude I feel wandering the neighbourhood
In the only joy I feel when I talk to you late at night
Without you, nothing tastes, sounds or looks as good
I miss you
Posted in English Poems
An English Poetry Book
Naturally, like any aspiring writer, I always dreamed of publishing my work. ( Layla ) was my first attempt at publishing a novel but it proved to be more difficult than I have ever imagined. Of course my second novel ( Hope ) is still a working progress that is temporarily halted due to lack of time and inspiration.
Most of you know that I also write poems, both in Arabic and English. I always pictured myself publishing these poems in a book one day once I have enough of what I consider worthy of publishing.
Sometimes I entertained the idea of publishing a book that is a collection of poems written by the many young talented Saudi writers scattered all over the kingdom. I’m an avid reader of other people’s works whether printed and published or simply shared online through the various outlets available in the cyber world. Every once in a while I read something that makes me think to myself, it would be a shame if this piece wasn’t published so that more people can enjoy it and so that this writer gets his or her proper exposure.
When I shared this idea with a talented friend of mine, Hasan Eid, he was very enthusiastic about it, perhaps more than I ever was. After talking and discussing our options, we finally decided to go through with it.
It’s still an idea. We don’t know what’s going to happen exactly yet or if it’s ever going to see the day of light but we’re hopeful. For now, we thought it would be best if we started by making a rough draft of what we want to publish.
Basically, this book will contain Hasan’s and my poems in addition to various poems by anyone whom we see fit. If you want to be a part of this dream, please go to our group called Saudi Writers on Facebook and post 1-5 poems of your work in English in the discussion post titled Poetry for The Book. In a couple of months from now, Hasan and I will choose the best ones, contact their creators, and officially tell them that their poems have been selected.
This is our chance to do something that will make us all proud. Our talents should not be secluded in certain forums or websites. Let us show the world that we can write!
Posted in English Poems
Zombie
I close my eyes and I think just before I sleep
Wouldn’t be wonderful to be someone else?
To know what it’s like to be able to breathe
Without having to despise myself
I contemplate suicide for the hundredth time
But it’s too selfish of an act to execute
I can’t control the thoughts in my mind
So I resort to what makes me feel better, self abuse
I imagine myself dead in a car crash
The pictures in my head give me some relief
They’re like stains that cannot be washed
Monsters in my head that refuse to leave
I break the mirror with my bare fist
The pain and blood bring me back to life
I smile and I think of slitting open my wrist
Unconsciously I run and grab the sharpest knife
But I know that I probably won’t succeed
I’m too much of a coward to go though with it
So I make a small cut and watch myself bleed
Maybe I won’t feel like a zombie if only for a minute
Black Coffee
I drink my coffee in the morning
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?
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?
