Hozan rejab
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I stepped on the these soils of freedom from a war .. a war with the world a war with fear a war with my mind I’ve lived a life of madness sadness carelessness but also happiness my name was given to me by my mother
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I was the sky who cried
I was the sky who cried. Beneath me lives a place with so many lies. A place that filled with so many lives. It was very peaceful at one point in time . So many smiles were left behind. The flowers no longer dancing but left to die .there were hearts that were left with many scars, And vandalized. And there were those that couldn’t even open their eyes. I had cried so much that rivers had started to rise. I tried stopping myself, but there was so much love infected with poisonous vines. I thought that maybe my tears would wash the skins of a world filled with crimes. And the sun came out with her beautiful illuminating light. She told me it was ok to cry. That what I was feeling could not be kept inside. Deep down I knew that she was right. I just didn’t understand why a beautiful world was being destroyed right in front of my eyes. It was getting late so she kissed me and said good night. The moon would soon be passing her by. He too didn’t know why there was so much sadness and so much pain that not even the rain could wash it all away And so the stars the moon, the sun, and the sky who cried didn’t have no say, their illuminating dimming day by day. Did they not appreciate the life giving to them. Did they not have satisfaction of the gardens of fruits that they lived within. And the living of flowers giving all their beautiful scent. And those trees that gave shelter. What about the gift of knowledge to have a cure for cancer. Did they not want the chance of giving. Did they not know the meaning of what holding hands is. I was the sky who cried. I now know that for many the truth just feels like a lie.
By Hozan rejab5 years ago in Poets
Sun dried
can you hydrate what’s left in the sun. a conversation that’s been forged over and over but was never done .can you relive a memory that left u Numb .can you water a plant that was left for dead .can you give it life again .broken branches hanging by a thread .is this you waiting for someone to throw you over the edge. can you be heard if your soundless .begging for help .just waiting to be held .do you just stand there paralyzed .so much beauty ,much more than you realize. You can feel dead on the inside ,but the outside is much more than a disguise, much more than an image ,that’s often fantasized .can you find perfection in anything living .something bigger than you bigger than the world we live in.is there any feeling better than the one of giving. Do you really believe that after the end we will all be risen .baught back to life to face our past selves and ask yourself everything you did was now forgiven
By Hozan rejab5 years ago in Poets
