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Ruth Boukhari
Goodreads Author
Born
Sydney, Australia
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Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi, Federico Garcia Lorca, Sylvia Plath, Arthu
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Member Since
March 2019
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Ruth Boukhari
I give myself a goal everyday- write one poem or one scene- no matter how tragic or dull. Writing anything is better than writing nothing!
Ruth Boukhari
The solitude and the serotonin-high after you have finished your project.
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“This is the part. The part that feels
like a piece of me dies every time
I have to leave him.
You see, I know what I have
and for a while I won’t have it;
the only person on this earth
who understands my quietness,
who understands my innate sadness,
and never asks me the dreaded questions;
“What is wrong with you?
Why aren’t you talking?”
Because he just… gets it.
And lets me be this melancholic thing
while assuring me that
wherever his heart is beating in this world,
it will always be beating in unison with mine.”
― Forlorn
like a piece of me dies every time
I have to leave him.
You see, I know what I have
and for a while I won’t have it;
the only person on this earth
who understands my quietness,
who understands my innate sadness,
and never asks me the dreaded questions;
“What is wrong with you?
Why aren’t you talking?”
Because he just… gets it.
And lets me be this melancholic thing
while assuring me that
wherever his heart is beating in this world,
it will always be beating in unison with mine.”
― Forlorn
“My never-ending pursuit of pain-avoidance
ultimately leads
to replacing one hurt with another.
Unruly pleasure
leads to bitter rage.
And these lessons I cannot learn
from beloveds who become
so cavalier.”
― Forlorn
ultimately leads
to replacing one hurt with another.
Unruly pleasure
leads to bitter rage.
And these lessons I cannot learn
from beloveds who become
so cavalier.”
― Forlorn
“So easily I trust
letting my petals drop,
leaving me so vulnerable
and you so deplorable,
and still I love and love
and love…”
― Forlorn
letting my petals drop,
leaving me so vulnerable
and you so deplorable,
and still I love and love
and love…”
― Forlorn
“So easily I trust
letting my petals drop,
leaving me so vulnerable
and you so deplorable,
and still I love and love
and love…”
― Forlorn
letting my petals drop,
leaving me so vulnerable
and you so deplorable,
and still I love and love
and love…”
― Forlorn
“But I feel these chains tighten
as I disappear in another disease of the heart,
a love that should never be and will never be
and could never be, and yet that familiar shiver
chases my skin and my eyes see only him.”
― Forlorn
as I disappear in another disease of the heart,
a love that should never be and will never be
and could never be, and yet that familiar shiver
chases my skin and my eyes see only him.”
― Forlorn
“here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)”
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(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)”
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“My silk heart’s
filled with lights,
lost bells,
lilies and bees,
and I’ll go far,
further than these mountains,
further than the seas,
close to the stars
and I’ll say to Christ,
Lord, give me back
the child’s soul I once had”
― The Selected Poems
filled with lights,
lost bells,
lilies and bees,
and I’ll go far,
further than these mountains,
further than the seas,
close to the stars
and I’ll say to Christ,
Lord, give me back
the child’s soul I once had”
― The Selected Poems
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