When the Time Comes

 

It's about what we give not what we take

Living Dead~

B r o k e n

♥

.. ♥ Love Gossip ♥ ..

Tell the stars to tell the moon that I love you 
         tell the blowing wind to tell the blooming trees
I want the entire world to witness and view
            how your soft touch put my fretting heart at ease

Tell the blowing wind to tell the blooming trees;
            tell the cold rain droplets knocking on your door 
how your soft touch put my fretting heart at ease
                  how love gifted us magical wings to soar. 

Tell the cold rain droplets knocking on your door 
               how to the oceans of your eyes I've been drawn
how love gifted us magical wings to soar 
                   tell the flirting night to tell the blushing dawn

how to the oceans of your eyes I've been drawn.
           Engrave our names on the golden grains of sand
Tell the flirting night to tell the blushing dawn
            how I can clasp the sparking stars in my hand

Engrave our names on the golden grains of sand 
                  Tell the butterflies to tell the sunflowers
how I can clasp the sparking stars in my hand
          how passion turns years of pain to mere few hours

Tell the butterflies to tell the sunflowers 
           I want the entire world to witness and view
How passion turns years of pain to mere few hours
             Tell the stars to tell the moon that I love you.

Pantoum Form

Pantoum

 The Pantoum is a series of quatrains rhyming ABAB in  which the second and fourth line of the 

first  quatrain reappear as the first and third lines in the succeeding quatrain; each quatrain 

introduces a new  rhyme set as BCBC, CDCD. The first line of the series reappears as the last line 

of the closing quatrain, and third line of the poem reappears as the second line of closing quatrain, 

rhyming ZAZA  

First & Second Stanzas:

Line 1 A
 Line2 B 
Line 3 A
 Line 4 B 

Line 5 (repeat of line 2) B

Line 6 C

Line 7 (repeat of line 4) B

Line 8 C

It can be as long as you wish just keep the same pattern on

and the ending stanza must be as shown below

                                                                         ○ 

                                                                      ○

                                                                   ○

Last stanza:

Line 2 of previous stanza

Line 3 of first stanza

Line 4 of previous stanza

Line 1 of first stanza

Read that example and give it a try :) >> Example  

Heavy hearts aren't apt to float over smoke pothers~❥

      trashed 
              in 
                 ashes,                
                          his 
                  cigarettes 
                         panted 
                      smoky
                          spirals
                                    all
over the dim room as
he walked  a  w  a  y
            
                                             and
                                                   just 
                                             like
                                           the
                                               day 
                                                   she 
                                                 first 
                                   breathed 
                                              him 
                                                      in, 
                      she was  l e f t 
                      gasping for air

••••••••••••••••••

Some feelings can't be put in words, no matter how fluent you are, no matter how poetic your mind claims to be. Your hand always freezes at the first heartthrob and once you make it to the second, the ink fades in a teardrop, and at the forth or fifth sigh, you surrender, trash the empty sheet, lid your pen and sit in silence; because, no matter how fluent you are, 

no matter how poetic your mind claims to be

some feelings just can't be put in words.

With the last feather he plucked                imbrued in her bleeding heart,
  she squiggled a farewell note           on  the  r  i  v  e  n  vellum of 
love, wriggled her way to       the door of oblivion with
hands full of cleaved       feathers hoping to
   flutter          anew

There's No Direction To Forever

.. Pseudo Prayers ..

From far I glance you sitting there
surrendering yourself to despair
I see the tears you haven't cried
I feel the ache you're hiding inside

Your distant eyes depict it so clear
you're stark lost in a stern sphere
and she's the reason without doubt
for she's all what you think about

your everything is spellbound by her
it's the painful fact I can't ever inter
I know she's the star you hanker for
Except her you want nothing more

But still, that failed to stop the fool me
from craving a reality that'll never be
no matter how much I hurt I still yearn
for the day you'll finally come to learn

that the friend I am is just an illusion
my secret selfish safety of delusion
It's the shelter to my shivering heart
from the truth that'll sunder us apart

I forsook my feelings in oblivion's land,
yet, I have failed to tolerably withstand
seeing her face in your enamored eyes
forcing myself to fool you with lame lies

Standing far when I'm dying to be close
bringing my wide-awaken pain to doze
every time my eyes meet you together
every time I hear your vows of forever

How can I endure all that heartache?
it hurts me more than I can ever take
every night I pray to utterly forget you
but my each and every prayer is pseudo

εїз ~ Dancing in a drizzle of dazzling dreams ~ εїз

o     o

glowing              \   /            butterflies

flared the dark          •          once your eyes

cracked open my jar•   •c h a s i n g the chant

of a skylark, they•     •briskly f  l  e w from 

star to star•    •Each one of

them carried•    •a dream atop

her w a v y velvet•   •wings, slid across

the moon's  •  •  silver beam

hanging        •      them on    

starry                           strings

o     o

and                 \    /                thru

each passing           •        night I've seen 

my dreams dripping•    •down o n e by o n e 

soaking me in hues•    •brightly sheen; of a

sheer splendor•    •they were spun

and with every•    •blink a teardrop

kissed my cheeks•    •a  f i n a l  goodbye

as I began to •  • twirl and flop

like a    •     brash

newborn                  butterfly

Just for today, I'm gonna stop acting as if I'm a poetess~ঔ

~♡
Sometimes,
I don't feel like embroidering it
          within a metaphor,
nor spinning it in a silken simile;
I just feel like weaving it
            ever so roughly,
                          ~I'm in love~


Not that the sky
                is showering me
        in shooting stars midday,
nor that the flowers
                  are having a ball
at the back yard of my heart;
just simply say,
                    ~I'm in love~


I don't wanna deem my dreams
                to be dewdrops
                    doused in sunny streams,
nor the sea to be the limit of
                  my weltering yearnings;
I don't wanna keep sheltering my secret
                  sibilated in shells
I just wanna scream it
          in the roaring swells 
                                 ~I'm in love~

I won't let the moonlight
        lace my lines,
            nor the clouds be
my buoying billows of bliss;
without floating breathless
              in a breeze of passion,
I'll downright confess,
                                  ~I'm in love~


I'll shake the similes off my feather,
                skim the metaphors
                          misting my quill
and write it down
                    in bold letters                                   
                                  ~I'M IN LOVE~
                                                                 ♡~

~♥~

في اسئله ملهاش في المنطق رد

في جراح ملهاش في الطب دوا

في قلوب مسجونه ورا ألف سد

ممنوع عليها تتنفس نسمه هوا 

و انا حزني كان زيهم مجهوله اسبابه

لسنين نزفت وجع و فضل الجرح مفتوح

في الضلمه عاش قلبي, مقفوله ابوابه

الشمس نورها دخولوه كان ممنوع 

لحد ما همس صوتك جاوب الاسئله

و بسمه شفايفك داوت كل الجراح

لنور عيونك لقيت نفسي مسلمه 

و بين ايديك لأول مره قلبي ارتاح

~♥~

I can't fit in the gown of happiness no matter how deep I suck my sorrow in ~ঔ

◇i◆

My chest burns still
    with I-could-have-beens.
      and the crumbs of
          why-nots are stuck
              between my teeth
                refusing to be flossed out,
                clawing the cave of my mouth
                like pats dreading
                the touch of light
              and I can only blame myself
              for digging in
          the greasy dinner,
        loneliness had fixed for me
  yesterday's night.


I can't help but
      scoff my foolishness for
        calling every meal my last,     
          though I know too well
        that the table will be set
      over and over again
and the nausea
        I wake up by
            will be just the same
              as long as
              the main dish is
            my life's leftovers
        and the only guest seated
to savor its bitterness
                          is
                                me.


◆ii◇

I wish my bones
        weren't so brittle 
                  but they are;
                  brittle, numb
        and too worn out
      to not buckle
under the weight
        I load them with
      as the days pass by,
              the ache grows heavier
                    and I vainly
ban my mind to feed on
                  an extra of
          poisonous thoughts;
              while my heart sneaks
      behind my back
gorging mouthfuls of
                junk reminisces,
          leaving me
    vim-drained on a bed of rues,

          cracking a few bones
                with every toss,
        as I sweat to rise 
and seize the strength
              to take out
the pilled trash bags
        crushing my ribs,
        before the rancid air
                inflating my lungs
corrodes them to the last breath.