Grandma’s Winter Closet
You eagerly waited to welcome the darkness in my hair
Darkness may be overwhelming but may also be the only thing that can contain you
A night that lasted a month, or two, I forgot really, but it was like a short century
Don’t you love the night?
It was a long good night for me
I breathlessly waited the madness in your hair
The waves that rushed to hit my shore before quickly disappearing in my hands, flipping me with my lungs striving short for air
It’s fascinating, I fainted.
Carrying lightning in your smiles and thunder in your laughs I woke up in the deep
But why shall it be this quick
And why am I in love with a storm
A passing one, that keeps on coming and then vanishing with every part of me
It wasn’t winter, it wasn’t cold
I stole a storm that was hidden between the clouds in grandma’s winter closet. I wasn’t supposed to get near.
“Cheater” the moon whispered from between
It was a very hot night, I was madly turning round naked
Picking and attracting dust
Didn’t know dust can hold hell whole galaxies with it.
By Leen Mbarak
Floating limbs floating mind
Withered soul, crimson sky
Painted waves breaking over me
Over sea, under sea, eyes facing the heavenly
Hot against my skin, paper thin, peeling off painfully
Pain for me, unhindered internally
Eyes up, eyes up searching desperately
Blurry blurry fluid in the sockets mixing with the boiling sea
Rage rage waves break but no fire warming me
Numb and cold yet I float, hundred salt, bitter mold
Bitter breath, sour soul, paint on canvas over wood but under soil
Beauty of a smooth stone housing bone, housing brick,
Broken sticks fixing me, straightening my entity, holding me up-holding their expectations, anticipation to fall apart to part from them only partially
Just to breathe from under dirt, stacks of hurt Buried 6 feet near the core being dug with a bent spoon
Shriveled prune, in a grave, under the Midday moon
Too soon, too soon, gone with the waves, after noon
Of headaches, lone, aching bone
And here I float in burning water but no water melting rock, hard, unmoved, rough skin not scarred
Corrosion of life forming me, forcing me into conformity
This scarecrow is the product of their pressure and I am but fabric held on stick
Stick-Stuck inside the 4 by 4 walls sticking to the paper rules on every wall
And the mirror with broken shards stabbing the reflection in the frame
Flame, flame! Flame on skin
I float on flame, insane, in pain, fish feeding on me, on what remains
Of me at sea, out of sight, out of reach, out of mind, out of hope, out of love, out of rope
To pull me back to the shore of normalcy,
Normally, I’d have swam back to my sanity
But I find that in my mind,
No sanity is left for me
Left of me, in the ocean, right of sea
East wind, homesick sailer swimming in their own melancholy
No compass in hand, no future planned
Mind unmanned, disobeying command,
I drifted willfully, will not fulfill their destiny
Floating limbs, drowning heart
Cannot stand on burning sand
Cannot float in boiling sea
Cannot sit, Cannot stand,
The life of me.
Chaos is Well
falling for a ticking bomb wasn’t in my plans
somehow hazard attracts me like a magnet
I couldn’t help but stand and stare
the way you got me into the fishnet of your basket
I never manifested change to show up
more of an entertainment if you ask me
from dusk till dawn we drank from the same cup
as we counted the stars till everything turned heavy
the paths we’re sharing might have a dead end
why look further than the horizon, just hold my hand
all of your concerns will be locked in my safe
and no tidal wave dares to get near this grave
I shared with you a very intimate moment
my temple was open for the one chosen
letting you explore somewhere that no one has been before
is what’s keeping me from building fences around my door
for you are so gentle yet unaware of it.
If I Told You My Story
By Lucia Sakr
If I told you my story,
Will you hear the brokenness in my voice
The sound of my heart shatter?
Will you hold my hand
Making me believe everything will get better?
Will you catch every tear
That ever drowned me in the lonely nights?
Will you guide me to the road
That leads to home holding me tight?
Will you fall into the hole of my sadness
A pain so deep you can’t reach the end?
Will you feel the greatness of this sorrow
Which the universe to me has sent?
Will you learn the meaning of this book
That contains my name as a title?
Will you see the sword I keep
To survive this war
Will you discover all the mysteries
I’ve been hiding all along?
Will you kiss my forehead
Telling me I am strong and that I proved them wrong?
If I told you my story,
Will you understand?
Will you finally understand?
Why am I the way I am?
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