مضت الأيامومازالت أبواب قلبي مفتوحةأتت السنينوملأت الرمال صدري تقف ذاكرتك على التلالتناظرني من بعيدتلتفت وتعاتب أطلالاًكانت في الماضي أحلام … هنا، الشمس لا تغربفجفت الأنهار وتراكمت الرمالحتى تكونت بداخلي صحراءذبلت ورود كانت ترتوي منكوروحي أعياها لهيب الرياح ظمأ شمسٌ قاسية تحرق قلبيصرخاتها أسكتت القمر … لا تنام و ينام هووذاكرتك تنادي على التلالوتترجاه ان يفتح … More Days went by | مضت الأيام
Like the last droplets of waterin a lake drying from the drought,I evaporate into the skyleaving behind me a crust of salt,signifying that I used to be,and no man-made efforts to cool the Earthcould help me. Like the feet of a desert dwellerbetrayed by his instincts,cut and slashed, as he lost his way,I grow new … More Against all odds
Do you remember when we just met?
I followed the shadows of your silhouette.
I traced my footsteps to you. … More Jumana
I was hanging by a single thread,
thinking I’m all alone,
that you wouldn’t break my fall.
but I see how I was wrong. … More After all these years
POL 305 – Public International Law: Research Paper By Alyazya Alkhazraji and Yuvika Bhatia Written in 2018 The context, activities, and area of espionage are extensive. It can be conducted either through hiring spies, people that secretly gather information from within a country or organization or through an impermissible entry or hacking of technological infrastructures of … More The Russian Interference in the 2016 U.S. Presidential Election: Analyzing Legal Aspects of Cyber Espionage in International Law
Days are slow when there’s space between us, nights are long and burdensome.
When I’m alone I like to reminisce – your ghost tempts, I succumb. … More In the temple of our spirits
God, I’ve come to talk again
You’re all I have in the end
God, I’ve come to reconcile … More I’ve come to pray
This poem is a bad idea –
a reflection of words that stumble
out of my mouth as I talk to you … More This poem is a bad idea
What is this overwhelming heaviness on my chest? Why won’t my mind lay to rest? Seconds are often too long. People talk, but I’m all alone. Why does everything feel so wrong?Am I a passerby? Do I have a place in this world? I clasp my hands and try to feel the breeze. I’m in … More Disorientated
I’ve become all the people I criticize
writing words to distract you from my all flaws. … More They never know
Babe, winter is near,
do you trust me to keep you warm?
To build you a fire,
and to keep you safe from the storm? … More Do you trust my love?
My ephemeral memory takes you away and I remain here wanting to remember you. … More Give me something
He owns the stage. His feet bounce off the wooden floor; he’s moving systematically and creating rhythmic sounds. Though they’re in no specific pattern, every movement feels purposeful. … More Personal Pinocchio
My slow soul surrenders to this fast-paced world. … More My slow soul
There was once a child
that lived all alone,
away from his mother’s warmth. … More There was once a child
As I learn to navigate roads that grow more familiar with each visit, I realize that I spent most of my life running away from the ugly truths shaping my reality. … More Hello to the world I left behind
I long for peaceful solitude
and desire slow time; … More Solitude
I’m searching through my days for something that can explain this feeling. I’m looking to escape a world that has no end. … More I’m searching …
If I die at sea, don’t rush to bury me. … More If I die
I want to sit by the beach in silence until the waves stop talking and the moon fades away. … More I wonder about you
Sometimes, I wish for a family
Sometimes, I just want a home … More Family
I wish I had it in me to let you knowthat all of this is just for show.Don’t believe the things I say’cause I walk between the cracks on the floorto avoid lying while holding the truth. Your arms imprison me. I never want to escape your embrace.Your warmth is comforting. You hold me close, … More A letter to you
In an ideal world, I’d live alone. Perhaps, I’d share a small home with a few people I choose to know, and we’d live together in the afterglow. In an ideal world, they’d be no fools, who’d kill over earthly jewels, no men of pride and soulless tools, no vengeance or staggering rules. … More In an ideal world
I miss you a lot, and it hurts a lot more ’cause I’m missing someone I never got to know. All I can think of is how it ended up this way, and I can still hear you say, “I’m falling for you.” I wonder what these words meant to you cause my heart was skipping … More Jaded
Another kid with a star on his head
caught my crescent moon before it fled … More 7:11