

“والله ما طلعت شمسٌ ولا غربت
إلا و حبّـك مقـرون بأنفاسـي
ولا خلوتُ إلى قوم أحدّثهــم
إلا وأنت حديثي بين جلاســي
ولا ذكرتك محزوناً و لا فَرِحا
إلا وأنت بقلبي بين وسواســـي
ولا هممت بشرب الماء من عطش
إلا رَأَيْتُ خيالاً منك في الكـــأس
ولو قدرتُ على الإتيان جئتـُكم
سعياً على الوجه أو مشياً على الرأس
ويا فتى الحيّ إن غّنيت لي طربا
فغّنـني وأسفا من قلبك القاســـي
ما لي وللناس كم يلحونني سفها
ديني لنفسي ودين الناس للنـــاس”
―
إلا و حبّـك مقـرون بأنفاسـي
ولا خلوتُ إلى قوم أحدّثهــم
إلا وأنت حديثي بين جلاســي
ولا ذكرتك محزوناً و لا فَرِحا
إلا وأنت بقلبي بين وسواســـي
ولا هممت بشرب الماء من عطش
إلا رَأَيْتُ خيالاً منك في الكـــأس
ولو قدرتُ على الإتيان جئتـُكم
سعياً على الوجه أو مشياً على الرأس
ويا فتى الحيّ إن غّنيت لي طربا
فغّنـني وأسفا من قلبك القاســـي
ما لي وللناس كم يلحونني سفها
ديني لنفسي ودين الناس للنـــاس”
―

“ثمة موت يدركك وأنت حي.”
― ثرثرة فوق النيل
― ثرثرة فوق النيل

“Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”
― Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”
― Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems

“I am a city of sounds.
I will keep you safe.
I know I am supposed to feel ugly.
They all tell me that no woman
should look so well-traveled,
but they do not know.
I am earth. I am sun and skies.
I am the high road, the low road.
I am every poem about skin.
I am a world that cannot be explored in one day.
I am not a place for cowards.”
― What We Buried
I will keep you safe.
I know I am supposed to feel ugly.
They all tell me that no woman
should look so well-traveled,
but they do not know.
I am earth. I am sun and skies.
I am the high road, the low road.
I am every poem about skin.
I am a world that cannot be explored in one day.
I am not a place for cowards.”
― What We Buried

“when you walk, you look like you’re trying to disappear.
your back is gonna be fucked up.
why do you think change is so hard? is it because you’re afraid?
people might think you’re pretty, but they’ll never love you.
you talk like you’re apologizing for your own voice.
speak up.
grow up.
find your spine, stop shrinking.
there is nothing brave about keeping silent.
how many times have you been in love? I can’t picture it ever happening for you.
you lie because it makes you feel free. this is a prison.
you’re always gonna think about him. you will never get him out of your system.
I wish I never had to see you again.
you poor thing.
go to hell.
you may be a nice person but you will never be a good person.
no one is ever going to want to touch you.
is there a vision in your head of who you want to be?
you do not have the strength to become her.
there is no boat big enough to keep you from drowning in the sea of yourself.
go to bed, baby.
you are tired from all of this nothing.
sleep.
rest.”
―
your back is gonna be fucked up.
why do you think change is so hard? is it because you’re afraid?
people might think you’re pretty, but they’ll never love you.
you talk like you’re apologizing for your own voice.
speak up.
grow up.
find your spine, stop shrinking.
there is nothing brave about keeping silent.
how many times have you been in love? I can’t picture it ever happening for you.
you lie because it makes you feel free. this is a prison.
you’re always gonna think about him. you will never get him out of your system.
I wish I never had to see you again.
you poor thing.
go to hell.
you may be a nice person but you will never be a good person.
no one is ever going to want to touch you.
is there a vision in your head of who you want to be?
you do not have the strength to become her.
there is no boat big enough to keep you from drowning in the sea of yourself.
go to bed, baby.
you are tired from all of this nothing.
sleep.
rest.”
―
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