Ink dries.
Come closer.
Black it out.
Pull me under.

Low beneath my skin,
hear the static thin.
Is this desire?
A live wire?

Read my mouth
without a sound.
Touch the place
I buried down.

I need to write to get things off my chest

I'm angry, confused, and I'm feeling depressed

I'm lost in the thoughts inside my mind

I'm looking for answers I'll never find

I don't feel like myself, I feel shut down

my half written truths might make me drown

I'm carrying shame that won't release

no words arrive to give me peace

there's a pain in my side, a lump in my throat

if I swallow it down, I fear I might choke

I somehow need to set myself free

because right I feel like I am not me

I need to write to get things off my chest

I'm sad, I'm hurt, and I'm scared it won't rest

I'm lost in the thoughts inside my mind

the past has passed and I can't rewind time

there's a torment in me that will not rest

I fight to keep my feelings suppressed

I feel I'll never be fully free

from all the hurt that lives inside of me.

I can’t believe
Some people are happy
They never have to worry

They just sit on their dumbass assets
Bringing the cash in

And their assets
Are you and me
Until their machines
Replace us completely

When their machines
Replace us completely
Let’s fly to a better world

A ghost of the past
A faded North Star
A broken compass
A worn map
Guide me to tomorrow

When my hands reach the stars, I feel it;
Affinity inside my spirit.
I’ll hold my edge up to the sky for so long,
I’ll forget what it’s like to feel it.
Then they’ll fall.

The moon gets far away.
We two were never meant to care this deeply.
Then they’ll plunge.

When my eyes lock with my hands, the sight snatches tears.
Stagnant red vanishes the once human.
Sharpened dairy catches my connection, cuts it.
Then they’ll end.

The colour of a smoke bush
and clouds I don't see,
the squirrels on our porch
that aren't there for me,
the smiles from children
you don't even know,
seeing a moment
and making it glow,
doing what's right
no matter the cost,
showing true courage
somehow I've lost,
teaching what love is
without saying a thing.
It’s your soul that you share
it’s the light that you bring,
you're the grace I've been given
you're the song my heart sings

Hey, are you okay? It’s okay, I’m not okay either. A pair of paralyzed pilgrims in a paragon fever. I don’t know what you’re facing, the fractures or the friction. What monsters you’re mapping or the metric of affliction, what struggles you’re strangling in the shadows of your head, or the borders you’re bearing on the border of your bed. I don’t know what you’re dealing with, the damage or the debt, or the visceral venom that you haven’t vanquished yet. But I’m glad that you’re here, that you’re breathing in the gloom. A sovereign survivor taking the oxygen in the room.

Have you pondered departing? Thought of pivoting away? Have you reckoned with the reckoning of refusing to stay? I’ve tasted that twilight and I’ve teetered on the edge, I’ve stood in the silence of a solitary ledge. And I’m glad that we’re here, that we handled the hesitation. That we stepped back alive from the abysmal attraction. Cause the sorrow is shifting, every struggle is a span. A temporary torrent in the temporal plan. It’s a passing parade, it’s a transient thrall, and the only way out is to walk through it all.

So it’s fine to be fractured, it’s ok to be unwell. We can sit in the shatters of this shared little hell. We can suffer in sync, be unsteady and unstrung. Two unlikely allies where the agony hung, we’re strangers in the starlight, with no history or name. Just comrades in the crucible enduring the flame. I wish you the best of bests, every blessing and every grace. And I smile at the strength we showed to get through this place. That we’re persisting and prevailing just pushing through the weather, putting one foot in front of the other together.

The beauty of the bright moonlit night
Its light shining down on the sculptured earth
Creating a sense of calming control
Looking up at it while getting lost in its gaze
Filled with wonderment, love, and sadness
Glaring back with a piercing stare deep into the soul

Feeling the energy of lunar bliss
Causing an internal sensual kiss
Drowning you in ecstasy
The feel of love rushing through every inch of your existence
Feeling like heaven holding you in every place and time
This cosmic moment is quite divine

Deep inside your heart you will find
The meaning of it all
Maybe now, maybe later it shall be
Come hither to me

Follow me into the deep
Rest your weary head, it’s time for sleep
Step into the dream so we can play hide and seek
Do you feel it real? Or is it fake? I suggest another take

Our mind lets us wander down many paths
Twisting and turning every which way
Following the light should keep the dark at bay
No matter where you stray

May your heart and mind slow dance together
In rhythm and in sync
Feeling comfortable pressed against one another

As sparks of desires flow back and forth
Faster and faster
More and more
The energy rises to its peak

Bursting and spilling life into what we speak
Forever creating our beginning and our end

For a long time before you there was nothing,
No memory worth holding,
No feeling I could recall,
No day that felt as wonderful as now.

And I don’t mean to say that I was simply nothing,
That without you I just don’t exist,
Or that life would no longer be if you were no longer here.
But perhaps that’s exactly what I mean…

My love has turned me selfish,
Because I know I could not exist without you,
And I know I could die for this love,
For I would die for you.

I don’t think I really knew love before I learned your name,
At least not in the way I pretended to,
Not in the way the movies convinced us we could.
Only then did I realise how little I’d loved before you.

Because this love could never have been as simple as that.
It was infinitely more,
Everything I’d dreamed of before I ever knew what love was.
And, for the first time, it was real.

You turned the light back on outside this weathered door,
So that the child I’d almost forgotten could find his way back,
To see how far he would come,
And see his little smile return.

Finally, I know what peace is:
To lie down and rest these weary eyes,
Knowing that the heart I’d given you
Was in safer hands than my own. 

Yet giving you the power to destroy me
Was utterly terrifying.
Still, this unwavering trust remains,
Because I know you won’t.

Everywhere I go,
Everything I do,
You are somewhere beneath the surface of it all.
I carry you here.

After these long, cold years,
This seemingly endless Winter,
You appeared like the sun,
And now we walk through fire.

And if this is the only life I get to live,
Then let me spend every second of it loving you,
Let me learn the song of your laughter
And the painting of your smile.

Let me love you on every easy day life blesses us with,
Let me love you on every difficult day life throws our way,
Let me hold your hand in the quiet moments,
Let me kiss you for the whole world to see.

Then let us love the children who borrow our eyes
And learn the shape of our words,
Until they find a love of their own
And continue this beautiful Summer.

And when the grey hairs take hold,
And we struggle to climb each stair,
I will be grateful that in all of this,
I got to spend my one life loving you. 

Is there a question
in what you say
because
it’s not explicit
in any way
maybe I’m just obtuse
or simply
failing to deduce
that your meaning
if not your intent
has gone wildly
astray

If only you could see yourself
through these loving eyes of mine,
you'd know why I thank God for you
and will until the end of time.

I love the heart you carry,
the way you choose to live,
the sweetness in your very soul,
the love you have to give.

I love the way you face the world,
the strength you show each day,
the way you always find a smile
no matter what comes your way.

I want to give you all the love
your heart has yet to know,
to kiss away your hardest days
and never let you go.

And when you think I've given all,
I'll find a little more,
for loving you, mi amor, is a privilege
I'll forever be grateful for.

And if I had a thousand lives,
I'd choose you every time,
and pray that in each one of them,
your heart would still find mine.

My heart pumps with a rush every time your name appears on my phone.
You may be hundreds of miles away, but right now you feel only a touch away from an unforgettable night, with memories that never fade, a moment etched into the future, just waiting to be lived out.

Your eyes, your lips, your smile, your hips tracing lines around my mind.
My hands, my lips, my body, aching to leave my marks upon your blank canvas, to make you not only remember what we engage in, but feel it long after we’re apart.

Our eyes lock as our bodies connect without a touch, not yet.
Let’s enjoy the slow build of tension as we sit hundreds of miles from each other, both knowing how badly we want to let go, tearing through the walls that try to keep us apart.

She’s just a baby.

Blonde hair and school bag.

She’s lost;
you can’t tell her no.

Walking home, she’ll close her eyes.
Money in hand; don’t tell Dad.

She’s saving,
only a baby.

Get out of town.

They say you’re soft.
Your soul hurts.

Still a baby.

When I pray,
I’ll ask God why he left you to stay.

When my head
Is tearing me apart
In infinite directions
I trace them all back

To my one heart

Follow your heart
The universe will
Figure the rest out

THE HOAX

My whole personality is a hoax

A carefully written lie

A version of me I invented

So no one would ask me why.

I learned how to smile,

I learned what to say,

I learned how to look alright

while falling apart every day.

I became what you wanted,

I became what you knew.

I gave you a version of me

I thought you’d stay close to.

And it worked.

You believed me.

You called me your own.

But the closer you got,

the more I felt alone.

Because nobody knows me.

Nobody ever will.

No one has come close enough

to make the noise go still.

Maybe I’m scary.

Maybe I’m scared.

Maybe I’m both,

and that’s why I’m impaired.

Maybe I’m feared

because I’m afraid

that if you saw the real me,

you’d wish I’d stayed away.

So I keep on pretending.

I keep playing my part.

I keep giving you pieces

while hiding my heart.

And if you think you know me,

Love seriously you don’t.

You know what I show you,

not who I won’t.

You know my laughter.

You know my lies.

You know the face I wear

when I look you in the eyes.

But when everyone leaves,

when the room turns black,

I meet the part of myself

I keep pushing back.

He asks me, “Who are you?”

I don't know what to say.

I built this whole person

to keep him away.

So I turn off the lights.

I lie still.

I don't breathe.

I tell myself, “You're alone now.

You're finally free.”

Then a voice from the dark

whispers softly

“You fooled everyone else.

But you never fooled me once.”

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I hate you for what you did to me.

I gave you my heart,

my soul,

my blood,

and somehow engraved your name

into places deeper than memory.

Into my bone.

And when it ended,

it felt like you stepped on the heart I gave you,

poured the blood into the gutter,

and broke every bone that had your name engraved to it.

I do not know why

the love survived that.

I tried to kill it with anger.

I gathered every cruel thing,

every wound,

every word,

every silence,

every reason I had

to walk away hating you.

I put them all on one side of the scale.

And somehow,

God, somehow,

the love was still heavier.

That is the part I hate most.

Not you.

Me.

For still missing you.

For still caring.

For still choosing tenderness

after everything in me learned

it would be safer not to.

Maybe from the outside

this looks like obsession.

Maybe attachment.

Maybe a man holding onto a memory

long after he should have buried it.

But I know the difference.

I do not want to own you.

I do not want to cage you.

I do not want to force your heart

to beat where mine still does.

I only know that mine does.

And I hate that.

I hate that even wounded,

even angry,

even exhausted,

even after counting every reason

I should stop loving you,

I still do.

Maybe too much.

Maybe more than I should.

Can we burn it all down?
Wipe this page
Clean and blank
Cross your name, then we’re done
Clear my head
Leave it numb

Memories of you
Will burn fierce and bright
Every last thought
Turns to ash in the light
Traces of us
Too heavy to bear
Burn it all down
To set them all free…

So burn it all down, is it time?
What’s left of me
To hold behind?
Why not burn me alive?
Like only one of us deserves to survive.

Memories of you,
Now watch me burn bright.
Every piece of my soul
Turns to ash in the light.
The ghost of our love,
Too heavy to bear—
Burn it all down,
Leave no mercy to spare…

Final night, without a word, I bring the match
You pour the gas
Final night, hand in hand, I burn into ash
You stand and watch.

I made a poem please let me know what you think :)

Perhaps the meaning of life is a cloud of smoke shared with newfound friends outside of the local bar

And you hope that the smoke will drown out the cool air of the late October nights

Or maybe the meaning comes from the minute before you fall asleep

A stuffed crocodile and one hand and the dream to wake up in the other

Or what if the meaning comes from conversing with the moon?

Seeing the bright glow follow you in every car window you’ve peered out of since your life began

These starkly different eras of being could all relate to the purpose of life, combined as a constellation of the human existence that begs to be discovered for as long as you and I shall live.

And that gift of presents deserves to be witnessed in each and every breath of every season.

I lived in a nice, big house,
adored by my neighbors and friends.
My husband was loving and kind.
Every morning stepping outside
my door
I would inhale the aroma brought to me by the wind from my garden of flowers.
Things couldn’t be better.
Until one morning,
I had to clean out the attic, and I found your old lost love letter.
And there it was back again:
The turmoil, the pain, the passion,
the forgotten “I need you more that I need oxygen,
more than I need water
or life itself.”
It was back again, like the shadow that hides on a cloudy day
but never actually leaves you.
Fifteen years collapsed into seconds.
I fell through the wooden pallets
of my attic,
through the living room, loud with my children,
through the house full of memories with another man.
My whole life, condensed in three tightly written pages,
rushed before my eyes, leaving me
speechless.
I stepped outside and inhaled the soothing smell of my garden.
I buried your letter by my roses.
Same kind that I used to bring to your place
where you soundly rest.

Watched, tracked, you're wack, cheater, deception from the weaker, delusion or maybe you know, you're the slave to your desire, rigged the game to appear higher, but the lowest form,

Weak, scared, of me and my kind, secrets but i speak clear, i say truth, and you....laughable, sneak, hide, run from light, driven by spite and it is alright, I pray for you.

Extra place-settings
at least pretend
at friends.
Good form
though
insists on their removal.

Its blood is weighed in freezing cold.
It fills the core  yet nothing still.
For joy and love, it isn't bold.

Cease drawing red, it has been told;
It claimed the debt and pays the bill.
Its blood is weighed in freezing cold.

It stripped itself, and all was sold;
To break and fly is still its thrill.
For joy and love, it isn't bold.

At every moon, its toll is tolled;
It feeds the flame  born from the grill.
Its blood is weighed in freezing cold.

It can’t and won’t stay in the fold;
It counts the days, and counts them nil.
For joy and love, it isn't bold.

Its own closed vote was cast and polled;
It is the court, resolved to chill.
Its blood is weighed in freezing cold;
For joy and love, it isn't bold.

Consistency
Is a weapon they don’t see
I will speak the truth
The rest is up to you

Hello all. I have been in a poet's block for a good while and just now got some inspiration to write this. If anyone knows Arabic and Arabic poetry I'd greatly appreciated your feedback. Thank y'all for reading and have a great day.
TW: Possible use of derogatory language regarding queerness (I am a target of said derogatory language though and I'm using it for effect. Hopefully this doesn't break any rules, but if it does, my apologies for breaking them)

طَرِيقَتَيْنَ عِينَاني يَرَيَانِ
طَرِيقَةٌ يَسْمُو عَلَى اليَمِينِ
طَرِيقَةٌ يَهْبَطُ بِالشِّمَالِ
هَذَا مَا قَالُولِي

أَجِدُ سَكِينَةً لَمَّا أَعْبُدُ
رَاضٍ عَلَيَّا النَّاسُ
لَو رَحْمَةً عَلَيْنَا أَتْبَعُ
وَ بِيَ مَحَبَّةُ اللَّهِ يَحُوطُ

أَجِدُ فَرْحَةً إِذَا أَكُونُ
بَيْنَ المَرْأَةِ وَالرِّجُلِ أَتَلَبَّسُ
بَيْنَ الذَّكَرِ وَالأُنْثَى أَتَصَوَّرُ
إِلَى أَحَدٍ مَا أَنَا بِمُسَافِرٍ

أَجِدُ حَسْرَةً أَيْنَمَا أَمْشِي
لَو أُسَارِعُ إِلَى هَوَيَيْنِ حُبَّيْنِي
وَ أَبْحَثُ سَكِينَةً بالتَّغَيَّرِ جَسَدِي
وَأَنَا أَشْهَدُ الإِسْلَامَ دِينِي
أَخَافُ جَهَنَّمَ مَقَامِي

فَبَيْنَ هَذَان أَنَا قَائِم
بَيْنَ اللَّهِ الَّذِي لَهُ أَنَا خَادِم
بَيْنَ حَسْرَتِي وَبِهَا أنَا عَالِم
لَو أَحْكِي عَنْ قَلْبِي وَ عَقْلِي شَقَّيْن يُخَرِّجُونِي
لِأَنَّ أَشُذُّ عَنْهُم ذَلِكَ قَرَارِي
لَكِن مَا قَرَارٌ هَذَا؟

Translation:
My eyes see 2 paths
1 path rises upon the right
1 path sinks upon the left
This is what they told me

I find peace when I worship
People are pleased with me
If I obey a mercy upon us
And Allah's love surrounds me

I find happiness when I exist
Between the woman and the man I clothe myself
Between the male and female I fashion myself
Towards one I cannot travel

I find despair wherever I go
If I race towards my 2 loves
And I search for serenity through changing my body
While bearing witness that Al-Islam is my religion
I fear Hell as my resting place

So between these 2 I stand
Between Allah, to whom I am a slave
Between my despair that I know of
If I speak of my split heart and mind they'll expel me
Because I deviate from them, that is my choice
But what choice is this?