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Empty arms

No one to hold

Empty thoughts

So many storied told

Empty hands

Growing colder each year

Empty eyes

That ran out of tears

Empty feelings

Hate overcoming love

Empty dreams

Shot down like a dove

Empty will

Closer to running away

Empty heart

Stinging more every day


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All because of a roomer

All because of a romor



All because of all romor

You e-mail me and say

You?re through with

These ?he say she said

Games as you? called it

But you have to

Understand

I only like the truth

I don?t like

For somebody else to

Tell me something they heard





About you

Then say but

I don?t if it?s true

Or not? and keep

Telling other people

What they

Heard even

Though it may

Not be true. I felt

My heart breaking



With every line

I read in your e-mail

I felt as if I had

Just killed you  

I was hurt

I felt as it I were

Truly dying



I never meant to hurt you

In anyway and I?m sorry for

Everything like I said in the

e-mail I don?t care who said

what? I just want my cousin and



best friend back! but if you decide

not to be in my life I guess this will

be our final goodbye! I know you?ll

get everything you want in your life,

because you have the ability to do



anything you want too!!

I thought you?d always be

There through the good and bad

Because that?s what we both

Said. But I?m starting to think

You didn?t mean what you

Said? because if you did you

would have been

Talking to me at anytime

Regardless of what had

Said? or would be said?

And be there for me.



Anyway you know

I would be there for

You regardless of what

People would?ve said? or

May say? that hurts to

Know that?s you walked

Away. It feel like you didn?t

Trust me in first place.

July 14th 2005,

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is about my cousin she doesn't wanna talk to me anymore because i told her about a romor i heard about her

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My battle cries

My battle cries



My body of pain

Is like I’m

Floating on

A dark cloud

I’m drowning

Choking, and I

Can’t Seem to

see the

Ground.



my battle cries

are heard as I roll

up and cry in silence

the pain still remains

I say come on lory

Fight don’t give up

We’re gonna



Win this I know

We still have a

Chance. Yet

Just when I think I got

A handle on my pain

I slowly loose my

Grip and my

Pain always

Seems to over

Power me



And I somehow

Loose control

Of myself, my

Pain,

And Everything!

So no

Matter how many battles I

Cry I just keep loosing over and

Again maybe someday I’ll

Eventually win the

Battle that I’ve set

Out to win since

It has first begin!    



June 5th 2005,


Author's Notes/Comments: 

this poem explains itself

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The End

World crashing all around.

No one left to be found.



Arms with marks unleft and told.

Sinister face with a heart of coal.



Above the rampage and disaster.

Servants rise and bow to their master.



Flowing hair of raven locks.

Death like sheep to herd in flocks.



Crimson eyes that pour like rain.

Screaming innocence that burns into pain.



Figure 8 to create and give.

Worship it backwords, a simple word LIVE.



Cities are falling and breaking.

Rise up hell, the earth is for your taking.



Leader of night and dark.

Child with a ripped out heart.



Once an angel, now a sinner.

Once a loser, now a winner.



Hopes that crush the human race.

Torture written on her face.



Once with halo now with horn.

Mixed up child who wasn't born.



Created from the darkness of the devil's heart.

Spawned from an angel's loving mark.



The battle stops and destruction takes.

Child with a heart of hate.



No one to love her or treat her right.

So she takes away the day and night.



If she doesn't have it, then no one can.

No child, no lady, no animal, no man.



Tears of pearls so special and so rare.

Quickly she hides them in her long flowing hair.



But the pain wont stop coming.

No were to go running.



No one to care, or to be a friend.

The end of the world, the end, the end, the end.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Always about an angel, with that halo of liquid golden light that creates a shrine with in the body...

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Player?

I played you just like all the others

you really should've known it wasn't serious

I told you from the get go

all I wanted was whats between your legs

But you fell for it anyway

but that's on you sweetheart



I told you I would break your heart

and you denied it saying I was just playing

the only playing was what I did with you

I never lied to you at all

Lonelines is somethign I don't like

and you were a night companion



I'm sorry if you fooled yourself

but I was honest all the way

I guess that's how it goes

Girls are always falling for the love

even when they hear my words of truth

your cute but not gf material



I'm sorry baby

maybe one day when you grow up

but for know, your just another girl on the list

You can call me a player or pimp

But I don't play, I was up front

I wanted you, I got you, Good bye






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غناء العزلة ضد العزلة : النص كاملاً : الصادق الرضي

كما يتسرب الضوءُ شفيفاً



   صوب سطحِ البحرِ



   وهو محمّلٌ بروائحِ القمرِ النبىِّ



   خلاصة السحرِ .. غناءُ النشوةِ الكبرى



   وهفهفة العناصر فى تراكيبِ الضياء



   تتصاعدُ الأرواحُ فى الأمواجِ



   وهى ترتـِّلُ الغصةَ شيئاً من خواصِ الماء



   خيطاً من دخانِ الرغوِ



   فى همسِ المزاميرِ



   ووشوشة الغناء على شفاهِ الحورِ



   إذ يسبحنَ بين القاعِ والسطحِ



   فضاءُ الرهبةِ الصدفيـّةِ .. اللاّلون



   حيث الصمتُ فاتحةُ الوجودِ الداخلىِّ



   .. لدولةِ البحرِ وقانون المياه



   خـُذ من شعاعِ الشمسِ نافذة



   .. وحلّق فى فضاءاتِ الغياب



   إلى رحيلٍ .. أبدىٍ



   .. لا مكان الآن .. لكْ



  واللهُ يسكنُ بالأماكنِ .. كلِها



   وجهاً يضوِّءُ بالأزقةِ



   شارعاً يمتدُ فى كِسرةِ الخُبزِ ـ الطعامِ المستحيلِ ـ



   إلى ثيابِ الفقراء



   ماذا يلوِّحُ بالنوافذِ ؟



   هل ترى منديلَ عاشقةٍ بلونِ البحرِ



   دمعُ صبابةٍ .. فى نهدِ عاشقةٍ بطعمِ النارِ ... يقطرُ



   والعصافيرُ إكتمالٌ للندى



   .. فى شُرفةِ الحلمِ .. تسد الأُفق



   تبحثُ عن طفولتِها بذاكرةِ الفضاء الرحبِ



   والفجرِ المعلّب فى رِفوفِ الصمتِ



   واللغةُ الخفيةُ للغناءِ على مسامِ العشبِ



   والشجرُ المخبأُ فى تماثيلِ الشجر



   الحزنُ لا يتخيّر الدمعَ ثياباً



   كى يُسمّى فى القواميسِ .. بكاء



   هو شىءٌ يتعرى من فتاتِ الروحِ



   يعبرُ فى نوافيرِ الدمِ الكبرى



   ويخرجُ من حدودِ المادةِ السوداء



   شىءٌ ليس يفنى فى محيطِ اللونِ .. أو يبدو هُلاماً

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يا جمــة حشـا المغبــون : محمد الحسن سالم حميد

يا جمة حشى المغبون .. فى الزمن الهلاك من جاء



تكون حانت مواعيدك .. يكون وقت المطر قد جاء



وشرق ضوى البلد عيدك .. وطابت نسمتو العرجاء



و نمون يا طيبة تمينا .. وبدين ونعنه وغنينا الغنا الراجا



وبدت كاس المودة تدور عشق من حلفا لى راجا



حبابك ألف .. حبابك ألف



وياعنزنا القرجة



ويا لبانة فى الزمن المراحو نشف



ويا جبانة للخوانة والعوج البدورلو ولف



دميرتنا البتروى جرف



مسيرتنا وتميراتنا الكانوا وقف



أصابعين الرجال رصاص سعر راس البنية سقف



تكون دار بى زمن عندك



نكون لمينا فى الفاتنا تكون فاتت ملامحنا وتضاريسنا



القبيل غمرت .. عرش بتنا وطوابيرنا



وبدت شتلات بعد غمرت



ضراعيك يا الولد كبرت



مراعيك يا البلد خدرت



خضار .. خدرت غزار غزرت



خضارا زين برغم الصيف وأناتو



عصافير الجلد كبرت



تباصر نسمة منتحرة



تطمن غيمة مندحرة



تضاير الغابة والصحرا



من الغمة وظلاما شين



ومنك يت قرير تنفك



وتكون اتحلت عقدة الدين



ويا جمة حشى المغبون فى الزمن



الهلاك من جاء



تكون حانت مواعيدك .. يكون وقت المطر قد جاء


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Sad Eyes

Sad Eyes:



Those sad eyes cannot hide

The secrets that lie inside

You look into those sad eyes and see the trouble of it?s thoughts

You see the reason of their sadness all the battles they have fought

Eyes that live through pain

Eyes of the unloved

Eyes in which just traumas gain

Virgin eyes that have no sense

Naked eyes without no lense

Eyes that are emotionless

Eyes that see everything meaningless

Eyes that need to see the meaning of it all

Eyes that deeply gaze into yours, like those of a tortured doll

Look into those sad eyes and tell me what you see

Tell me if you find a solution for those sad eyes belong to me

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Nothing much....

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Last Breath

With my last breath,

i whisper your name,

for it is as sweet a sound,

the wind blows,

and pulls me closer,

you are my only thought,

i slip away, in and out,

dreaming ever so slightly,

you are my last thought,

i awake in a room with people,

but your no where to be found,

i was your last thought

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem just came to me one night, when i was on myspace

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