IslamIslam in generalIslam6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Islam is incredible
To be a little suitable
Quran is lyrical and truthful
Humble when I read it
Humble when ever I hear it
Islam is a way of life
Islam is my way of life
Islam is the only truth in this life
Now tell me whats right
Mistaken for the wrong mind
Just let the creatures
And the human preachers take all the wounds of this nature
Too hard on paper!
God did give you the past the present and the future written
All you got to do is look into it and start pitching
And if your ashamed of the way you livin
Open the doors of Islam and youll be full of blessings
Hi, I'm Arabic, Son Of: A ManualHow "Ibn", "Bint", "Abu", "Um" and "Al" are used in Arabic culture.Hi, I'm Arabic, Son Of: A Manual2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
As most people know, I'm a fan of the Assassin's Creed series. I have been since the first game came out and though I have my issues with the franchise, especially the last two less than satisfactory titles, I'd still consider myself a loyal follower. Still, there is one flaw that I shall never be able to forgive Ubisoft for and that is its atrocious use of Arabic "surnames" in the 12th-13th century, the time in which the story takes place.
A protagonist who is called Ibn La'ahad or "Son of None" while his father's name is known? His children and wife are also called that way? Two brothers who are both called "Al-Sayf"? A man who is named Abbas Sofian? Did anyone actually bother to wonder if the Arabic usage of "surnames" might be different from Westerners, especially during that time?
Around the time of Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood, the folks from Ubisoft once proudly stated in Xbox 360 Ma
here's the truth about decembersummer girl,here's the truth about december3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there was no poetry in the letter you left
hidden in my mailbox that rainy december tuesday
there was no poetry in
the pages and pages of scribbled goodbyes
scrawled letters wayward as your windswept hair
that day we went adventuring in the heavy summer twilight
when i kissed your sunburnt cheek
and promised the snow would never fall.
no poetry in those final fullstops,
just rote exhaustion and splattered ink
because darling, we've both tried too hard for too long
and the truth is, i'm too tired to play pretend.
there was no poetry in
in the strained steel of your voice
that day in the school parking lot
as rain froze on my windshield
"Are You Clean? Be Honest."
and darling, i lied.
no poetry in the emptiness at the back of your eyes
as you lay on my bed that windy november day and
i realized that it was the last time i'd see you there
"Are You Clean? Be Honest."
and darling, i
broke myself with my honesty.
this is the last poem i'll write for you.
The Dying City of GazaPicture yourself and your luxurious lifestyleThe Dying City of Gaza6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Whenever hungry you eat
Whenever cold you hide under a blanket
Whenever thirsty you drink that icy water
Whenever in need you have many to provide for you
Whenever sad you seek home's comfort
Whenever down you receive a hug
Now think for a minute
Just for a while..
That human beings just like you and I,
Are deprived, humiliated, killed,
And we are just watching them die...
The largest most inhumane prison exists today
And we are still quiet
When an entire city is dying?
Why do we deny this is happening?
Why aren't we even sighing?!
Poetry Collection IVThe Moment I was Put to DeathPoetry Collection IV6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moment I was put to Death
I watched my world unfold;
And took it in one failing breath
Amid the sinking cold.
I saw the waters part for me,
The prison walls come down;
And held my head up gallantly
Prepared myself to drown.
The war drum beat in unison
With my instable heart,
While I marveled at the passion of
Its long-forgotten art.
Then quick, the noose, with bitter force
Was tightened round my neck,
til blood began to change its course
and surge along the wreck.
I felt the world dissipate
In a white, magnesium flash,
And blind, began to levitate
Into the bidding Past.
And felt the warmth of gentle seas
Lull still the vessel tossed.
Now silent in the reverie
Of new beginnings lost
Then soaring high above, I left
My shell that winter morn.
The moment I was put to Death
Was the moment I was born.
A Sonnet against Sonnets
I do not care for sonnets very much;
Poetic form that makes me
I chose you...Because it was the first night we ever spoke, and we were flying down the highway, going 90, flipping through radio stations. We didn't know each others middle names, how old we were, or what made us jump into this car, on this night.I chose you...5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Because you were the first person to tell me I should try being open, and you were the first person who made me want to be. You made me want to tell you about my dead grandma, the way I love Chinese food, but my best friend left me, and now it's just a reminder, I wanted to tell you I felt pretty beside you, and I loved the way you smell.
Because you never called me "beautiful, hot, sexy, pretty, or good lookin." You didn't have to, and when I told you I thought the sky looked perfect, you said the clouds were in the way, and that night I felt perfect, and decided the sky didn't matter so much.
Because I spent hours trying to get a glimpse of your teeth, but whenever you would smile I was too distractedhappyblinde to look, and when I finally did, I
we are only waiting.you are ugly and beautiful and terrible and good. you are bob dylan, and i do not why or how (maybe it's the hair, or maybe it's your words). you are running down the highway with me, and we are breathing through our knees. ministers and pastors and preachers are hiding from us. our parents are mortified because we are nothing, not anything.we are only waiting.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
our shirts are torn and have too many paint stains to be beautifully messed up, we are past beautifully messed up, we are just here.
we are only waiting for you to save enough money for a car, and we will be gone. everywhere we go i will show people the alphabet that is tattooed on my neck, and i will be a paragraph in their unsuccessful novels. and it will not matter (we will be gone).
Dark poetryBLOODLUST!Dark poetry6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A sword into my flesh I thrust.
The only emotion I now create.
How else should I feel?
Death begins to appeal;
The only one I ever could truly love,
I can no longer talk to.
My path is blocked by an iron glove,
Balled into a FIST,
Of all the madness,
Life is unfair,
But all the borders and boundaries of it to break I constantly dare.
This face of indifference I wear,
Veils all the pain,
And all other forms of anguish,
That I feel I will always bear.
I feel both murderous,
A life so marvellous,
Has been stripped from me without trial.
I should have known it was only temporary;
Ive always lived this life in misery.
All this madness,
I am caused by humans,
Makes me want to die.
BUT I WILL TAKE THEM DOWN WITH ME!
Ohne dich, so muja, my life is hardly worth living.
I am nought but a soul in torment,
I need to
VoiceThe cold burns on my skinVoice4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But your warmth still remains
The dark makes my vision blur
Everything but the sight of you
Your love makes my heart stop
The way your scent still lingers
Your eyes makes my mind shut down
Leaves me alone to drown in them
But your voice...
Your voice is why I can still hear
Your words make no sense
Yet I must repeat them slowly
Quietly your words come out
Saying them one last time I understand
We didn't make it...
The world fades away
All but your voice
Those deafening words
this is me-This is me missing you: The same jeans as yesterday, and the day before, and the day before. Long songs that do not really say anything except "I miss you like hell," dancing their way into my ears. Sitting in science, hyperventilating, because this is where you sat last year.this is me-4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is me loving you (still): Leaving enough room for you to get in bed, just in case. Drawing you pictures of hearts and writing "Te Amo" as large as my tired hands will let me. Listening to your music, because you really cannot stand mine.
This is me needing you: Falling down the apartment's stairs, looking for my left contact lens, people walking right by me. People asking where the hell you went, and having no answer for them. Spinning and spinning and spinning, and having no one to fall with. Empty beds, empty pillows that still have the imprint of your head. Mattresses worn down from where we slept.
This is me trying to forget you: Kissing a nice boy, and urgent sex that says nothing more than, "We are not
she glued my hands together.It is too bad no one told you these things before, it really is. I want to get down on my knees and pray to all the maybe-Gods out there, ask them if they know what will happen to us, if it is too late after all. I think they would all be insulted because I do not actually believe in them, they would leave me unanswered. That is okay though.she glued my hands together.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Because I can shake you until you are screaming for me to stop, I can paint a book of words, and make the i-do-not-care's turn into i-need-to-feel-alive-again's, I can watch you glue my hands together. I will not do these things though.
Tonight I will walk through the anonymous streets, past empty eyes and mouths saying things they do not (want to) understand, I will walk up our stairs with the paint chipping and the squeaking growing louder with every step, I will walk into our living room, and you will tell me about the way people's heads do not turn when you fall down screaming anymore, and all I will be able to do is nod my head to
my melancholic suicidea little girlmy melancholic suicide5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nowhere to go
nowhere to belong
she is unknown
she met someone
they became friends
they wanted that day
to never end
but on the moment
she opened her eyes
her friend was gone
is this true or a lie?
she looked for him
she was very sad
for he was the only
friend she had
she cried and cried
with nothing to be done
she spread her arms
and she was gone
Collab: holding starsDid I tell you about that girl?Collab: holding stars1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I should have done, always talking of her
Always on my mind
Jumping on my mind
I have no ways to explain how she makes me feel...
What words in the world could we use to describe
What words could you use to describe how much
you really love somebody?
Maybe a thousand astral cords tied to the tip of
your tongue, and maybe just one spiral galaxy
wrapped around your ankles.
But what is as perfect as a hundred leagues
under the sea, that first gasp of ocean and rock
salt, with years of rainwater rushing through
the gaps between your ribs and the walls of your
Our love growing like the universe, by particle, by stars, by worlds, getting ever wider to line up our perfect future, our world together, her love is my star, the warmth of the sun by her touch, the smile as wonderful as the eclipse but never as rare but still as perfect.
The shooting I saw on its path,
Tender loveTender love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I shall tenderly love thee
till the day my soul leaves this place
because my heart doth not belong to me,
this love is sweet to my soul
and i know these words may seem bold
but my heart, in your hand you hold.
such beauty you bring to this dark place
and may our souls never leave this embrace
you take all the darkness
and turn it to delight
you take away my pain
and leave me staring out into the night
where will this life bring me,
could i keep such a beautiful thing
or is this all just a dream.
because I, never felt this way before
and i can't turn back to norm.
I, will never let this go
because I love you so
So please just let me caress you in my heart.
and i will do so even when were apart.
because i can honestly look at you
and say that this love is true.
so as the sun of life
is setting for so many
over the mountains it is peaking
for you and me.
let us not let something so true
just slip through.
A Fly In The DarkI am tired of blinding darkness,A Fly In The Dark5 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
The world has had enough madness.
From despair's ashes I rise,
With a flame of hope in my eyes.
The last pained tear has dropped,
Bird of agony shall soon be stopped.
It wont circle the world anymore;
Won't bring terror, torture and war.
My wings made from mighty fire,
Are raising me higher and higher.
I'll illuminate the world with my light,
The shadows shall be called to fight.
The world has suffered enough cries,
It has heard enough terrible lies.
AddictionA drug designed for meAddiction4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my own personal demon
The sweetest nectar of life
I'm shaking at the thought
We haven't danced in so
long to inject you into my veins
dive into intricate, hot-blooded dance
Writhing under your influence
Live in the moment
not thinking of when you leave me
Enjoy the buzz while it lasts
worry about crashing later
Dark AngelDark AngelDark Angel7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Angel of the night,
Creature of the dark.
Of Deseption through Purity,
And Evil through Love.
Dark AngelsDark angels can be a tease,Dark Angels7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With long black hair down to their knees,
Eden's friends, but heaven's foes,
A strike to the soul, as mankind knows,
For these angels can, with one kiss, slay,
All thought of mind, will heart away,
And unto madness, slaves to feeling,
For these angels may be too appealing.
Lips of nightshade, ruby eyes,
Silk hands like razors in disguise,
Vampiric teeth, masked with pearl,
Hair of needle or hair of whorl.
Touch like fire, yet soothing skin,
Eyes so vibrant, but dark within,
Dark angels and light angels, two are akin,
Just give up some light for a small touch of sin.
Instil In Me Your LoveAs your stare pierces right through me..Instil In Me Your Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your pupils dilate, absorbing my every emotion..
I Feel heavy, my knees yielding..
As though i might collapse if gravity doesn't stop working against me..
I push my body against yours, grateful that there is some sort of solid substance holding us upright; and to be near.. Close.. So close.. Enough to feel the warmth of your breath on my chin..
I move closer, I can almost feel your lips on mine..
I do not move, nor you..
I absorb this moment.. Instil it.. In my memory..
With my fingers caressing your face.. You gasp as my bottom lip lightly brushes yours.. I run my tongue across your top lip and you shudder instantly..
My heart gives in, and our lips meet as we simultaneously inhale deep.. Our tender kisses over- lock each other, and my sensations intensify..
I gently grip my hands around your waist and pull your hips closer to mine.. Longing to feel the warmth of your body..
I run my fingers down your arm.. My middle finger caressing your palm
This is WARI am fallen soldier lost at war,This is WAR5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Doomed to hell for ever more,
Shot in the stomach and fell to the mud,
I hit the ground with a painful thud.
What good is being at war?
When every human being just falls to the floor,
All that we do and all that we try,
The battle ground just causes people to die.
The last that we see the last of our sight,
We use it looking at horrendous fight,
We fight for our country, we fight to be free
What good will it do? Few of us will see.
I am a fallen soldier lost at war,
Doomed to hell for ever more,
Shot in the stomach and fell to the mud,
I hit the ground with a painful thud.
GAS! I chock and drown in the sea of deadly gas,
Blinded I fumble with my mask I put it on just in time,
I look above the trench I See Mountains of body mass.
Weary and muddy I shield the rain from my eyes
Wondering if today will be the last of my life.
I shudder as another bomb explodes in front of my eyes
I watch with horror as the comrade sitting next to me dies.
The last that we s
Moving OnSolitude, is our enemyMoving On4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It throws us away coldly,
Makes us feel alone,
You feel death is the only answer.
It initiates a tempest in ourselves,
launches a depression,
No reason to be alive.
The warmth of a heart
is what we're eager for.
To be able to live once more
To feel love, be whole again.
From darkness, to light.
And that will be the day
When our hearts meet,
To begin a future together,
con todo mi amor y más.
RainWaiting for something newRain4 years ago in Open More Like This
Just to find out how it works.
Things never seem to become
They just are
Maybe when I found you, you were just a dream
Not really real
Like the way music is to my mind
Those times that I slept by you
Heard your heart beating
Tasted your lips sighing
Felt your skin breathing
I just wanted to be close to you,
To hold you in my life
And feel the warmth of knowing
That you would never leave me
Like trying on a new pair of shoes
The ones that fit just right
A little pinch here and there
But we were made for each other
Like two raindrops side by side
Crawling down the freezing window
Finally join as they reach the painted sill
And fall with the torrent towards the ground
This never seems to happen in the real world
Two raindrops side by side
Falling together from a rain-cloud
Splash on a mountaintop and run down opposite sides
Into separate oceans
Never to see each other again
But raindrops don't cling to each other
The way we do
We are lost yet
We are entangled
masterpiece.he's an artist and she's his paint and brush.masterpiece.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she believes in faries and gnomes, and i believe in you + me and everything else that might fall in between, and all he can say as he looks into her eyes and sees the reflection of the stars, is me too.
he believes because she believes, and when she smiles the stars alight with new found light, and he falls in love all over again because he can, and he will. he paints her with colours made of whispers and faith, and she's the most beautiful thing he ever laid eyes on.
when she kisses him, he tastes a mixture of smoke and ash, because she's burns with a passion so strong it takes him all he has to not burn in her, with her. do you believe in fate? and as he watches her fingers dance over white ivory keys, i think i do.
she rolls over in the tall, dancing grass and looks at him. baby, you look exquisite. a mixture of diamonds and pearls and perhaps a touch of love. running a finger down her jaw line, he clos