A day to look forward too

I’m waiting for the day where those memories no longer hold their pain so true, And all that remains is a story that can be retold. For those moments remembered that make my whole body cringe at what I already know, And the hate that grew out of an unforeseen moment bygone, For as long […]

Fear

I lay here surrendering to the pain caused by loneliness matured My chest heavy with a weight old in being Old of time which has passed static in its existence in its unyielding nature Time time time, continuous, infinite when will this change this horrid feeling of vulnerability be free of its self, for a […]

Life of Colors

I dream in colors in story lines complete I dream through feelings lived, emotions craved, and imagination free Of laughter drama chaotic randomness that makes sense only to me. I breath life, my five senses always alert. I seek feelings in all it’s shades and shadows, for I’m the prism from which light filters through.

Impatience

It’s Wednesday, and knowing that tomorrow is the last day of the week has set me on edge. I’m impatient to hit the road to the mountains, to get there as soon as I can. There is something about that place that just gets under my skin and fills me with energy, keeping me in […]

هذي دمشقُ

A great poem by a great poet – Nizar Qabbani: هذي دمشقُ.. وهذي الكأسُ والرّاحُ إنّي أحبُّ… وبعـضُ الحـبِّ ذبّاحُ أنا الدمشقيُّ.. لو شرحتمُ جسدي لسـالَ منهُ عناقيـدٌ.. وتفـّاحُ و لو فتحـتُم شراييني بمديتكـم سمعتمُ في دمي أصواتَ من راحوا زراعةُ القلبِ.. تشفي بعضَ من عشقوا وما لقلـبي –إذا أحببـتُ- جـرّاحُ مآذنُ الشّـامِ تبكـي إذ […]

Morning

Here are a couple of blogs that are worth checking out: If you are from the middle east or lived there (more specifically Beirut), you will love this blog: http://mayazankoul.com/ A great creative project that is worth keeping track of: newminnichi.wordpress.com If you enjoy reading contemporary poetry you need to check out the blog of […]

A Beginning

A while ago Emirates Airlines ran a TV campaign that really struck a nerve with me, the message simply was: “When was the last time you did something for the first time?” When was the last time I did something for the first time? The answer scared me, for I could not remember. Since then […]