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
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
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
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 …
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
ENG 309: British Literature 1600-1800: Response Aphra Behn’s novel, “Oroonoko,” embodies multiple themes, including violence and power, gender roles, and slavery. What stands out to me throughout the novel is the politics of suffering by which characters resist slavery and attempt to achieve freedom by enduring pain. Hence, pain becomes their source of power. It is … More The Politics of Suffering in Oroonoko
ENG 309: British Literature 1600-1800: Response John Donne’s “Batter My Heart, Three Person’d God” is one of the Holy Sonnets that share common themes, including religion, death, and violence. “Batter My Heart, Three Person’d God” stands out to me because it is a profoundly emotional illustration of humans’ fallible nature, which makes one’s desire … More John Donne’s Submission to God in “Batter My Heart, Three Person’d God”
The desert welcomed a little rain, but the drought reclaimed its throne and killed the glimmer in her eyes. The story went on. I flipped through the pages. With each page, I forgot how to write; words faded into dust, and a part of me died. Surrounded by serpents, how could the rain have known … More Among Serpents
“I thirst for love but I don’t know how to receive it. I play games to keep my heart safe. Sometimes, I believe I’m too weird to be wanted. Everything I do invites unwanted stares. I hold things in until my facade turns to rubble ‘cause I’m afraid they’ll get bored of my troubles. I … More On receiving love
I don’t think of you, but my mind does sometimes, and it kills me that you’re not by my side. Nights we spent cozied up together are now silenced by the oceans between us. You drifted away, and I’ve been drowning ever since. I bow down to my heart as I stare at the blank … More Unwanted thoughts
The birds sing the same songs every morning, the wind dances through the grass, the sun leaves nothing to the imagination. I push myself forward, my heart paces faster, my skin wrestles with the heat. I thought I escaped, but every step I take leads me to the same place. The birds stop singing, the … More Nature’s burden
I can love you forever As long as you’re with me when I close my eyes I don’t have to let go but I won’t move and neither will you I’m willing to fight for you, but I’ll never let you know ’cause I’m at peace with superficial connections feeding off the same old conversations … More Heart wide shut
The ocean and I are at odds with one another. It begs for a taste of my peace. Your waves come to pull me in, leaving gentle kisses on my feet. Buried deep, here I stand, with a thirst for love, knowledge, and ecstasy but your shores are left dry. One part of the ocean is … More My ocean | يا بحري
You were a beautiful possibility. You could’ve found a home in me, but the hollowness behind your skin revealed a dark and soulless stare. I never wanted to escape reality when I was with you but you lived in fantasies made of me when the magic was right in front of you. I bet you … More Goodbye