مِن بِلَاد الفرنجة

unleash a monster or die slowly

Jilted

Hiding
She’s still hiding
Crying
I’m still crying
I don’t get it
Will never do
Bruises won’t heal
Say something!
I don’t need anything
I don’t need anyone
How am I?
Abandoned
In denial
Confused
Naive
I’m so funny
I know
Pity
I could write more
You would remain afraid
What’s the point?
Nothing
How are you?
Friend
Are you still faithful?
To every word
You wrote
To every promise
You made
To every moment
You felt happy
I guess not
Writing is not good
Not good enough
I should though
But which words?
To change something
Which words?
To make me forget
Which words?
To make you feel
There ain’t!
Maybe, God

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Forgiven

I can’t
I just can’t
All of a sudden
Another photo of you
Your smile again
I can’t
I just can’t
Your eyes
What happened
It was unreal
I can’t
I just can’t
Tormenting me
Every day
I’m still crying
I can’t
I just can’t
Maybe it’s time
To let go
Of everything
I can’t
I just can’t
Keep thinking of you
That awful way
Without closure
I can’t
I just can’t
Fall in love again
I don’t want to
This is it for me
I forgive you.

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مِن بِلَاد الفرنجة

،أمس خريف
،اليوم خريف
.وغدًا خريف
أثلجت السماء نهارنا
.رغم أنه حقًا خريفًا

،على دراجتي أسرع متأخرًا كعادتي
يداي تجمدتا من شدة البرد؛
،نسيت أن أقرأ النشرة
،ونسيت القفازات
.كعادتي

،على دراجتي لا تحضرني متلازمتي
،لا أفكر إلا في شيء واحد
،ولا أتذكر غيرك
.كل ذرة في الكون تفعل كذلك

،على دراجتي
،عزيزتي
،أفتقدك
.وأحبك ولا أرى سواك

،على دراجتي
،تُكتب تلك الكلمات في خارطة ذهني
.وأرجو الله ألا تُنسيها لهفتي وشوقي أو البرد القارس

،على دراجتي
،أشعر بك في القارة الأخرى
،فأصلي وأدعو ألا ترحلين
.أحن إليك

،على دراجتي
،لم يمض أسبوع بالكاد
تمر الدقائق عقود ولكن عمري قصير؛
.أنتظر

.بعيد جدًا

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My brain is itching and I can’t stop thinking. It’s freaking 5 am, I should be asleep. Instead, it’s all memories and tears. Why now? It’s almost a year! Why didn’t I forget? Why, God, why?

Dreams And Nightmares

Dear friend,

Hi! How have you been? I didn’t hear from you for a while, I hope you’re doing just fine.
Last night I had a dream which almost turned to be a nightmare at the end but I saved the day. I’m not going to mention details about the latter because it was weird and you know, Murphy’s law, which is still not so scientific but what do we know? You still can ask me about it someday, if you want to.
It began when I found myself in this place and I don’t know how I got to but then it was like someone just turned on the lights on a very particular seat located on a stage in some kind of a theater, where I then saw the girl I love sitting and looking at me while smiling and what weirder was that she was even more beautiful than she is in real life, can you believe that? The one I told you about, how can that be possible? Oh, I forgot, it’s just a dream.
That’s all I can remember of it, ignoring the incidents that happened after that, for me, just meeting her again, it was a happy one.
I wanna tell you about what I think of why or how people fall in love.
First, let’s start with how? I mean we all know it’s all about physics. From a classical point of view, electric impulses are carried by our neurons from and to our brains through a few chemical reactions, but what is the stimulus to these impulses? is it external or is it only our amygdala messing around with our feelings?
I think it’s just photons with a wavelength in the range of 400–700 nm. Again, it’s all about physics, you see, everything we see, everything we interact with, is all affected by light. Let’s take plants as an example, a rose looks red when its petals absorb all photons except red’s with the lowest energy which they reflect. When there isn’t any light with this frequency that reaches this rose, it will look, smell, and feel different to us, we might even give it another name. This is exactly what happens to you when you start to fall in love, that and some psychological and hormonal interactions in your body. A sunrise, a rainy day, the eye of your love, or a shiny smile; the feelings they inspire happen when something inside you is triggered by a particular variation in the frequency and by extension the energy of those photons.
Now, why? You know better than me that love isn’t a choice, but if it’s something it’s a decision.
You decide to give someone a chance to know everything about you, share stories and dreams and break the walls you’ve been building around yourself for years. Without this decision, you will never know if something happened.

Goodnight,
Yours,
Someone who wasn’t afraid to make a decision.

 

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البارحة على الطريق

على دراجتي مسرعًا

غيوم في السماء تمطر

ليست الثياب المناسبة

الجو جميل

الرياح عاتية

الشوارع في ازدحام

غريب

انزلاقات خفيفة

نغمات المدينة في أذني

قد أتأخر

الحجة: المطر

مشوار مهم

للوطن

لست بهيكتور

ولا أبحث عن السعادة

مبكرًا مبللًا

في الطريق عائدًا

منزل خاوي

الطريق الجانبي بدلًا من الرصيف

الوقت مبطئ

قطرات الماء على وجهي 

تذكّرني

تزيدني فرحًا

أترى يا تشارلي؟

الحرية

بداية الأغنية

أسرع أكثر

قرار 

من الطريق للرصيف

لا أحد حولي

الوقت يزيد بطءً

ربما فقط العجلة والنسبية

بضعة ميلليمترات 

اصطدام 

تحليق

وجهًا في الفضاء

حادث وسقوط

دقيقتان أو أكثر

أين أنت؟

أين ذهب الناس؟ 

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مستلقية

ألم

يدان وخدوش

كدمة على الركبة

المطر مازال يهطل

لا يكترث

وحيدًا في المحيط

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