— Henry Dumas, Knees Of A Natural Man: The Selected Poetry Of Henry Dumas; "Saba"

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The Sun & the Moon

By: Bazeleyez

23/06/2024

You rise with the sun

Shimmering brightly for all to see

No one can escape your glimmering rays of light

Illuminating the skies with warmth

I rise with the moon

I glow quietly in the dark

Waiting patiently in the wings of the night

Standing by casting nothing but a shadow

And next to me you became an eclipsed sun

The darkness that cloaks my night was unknown by you

You who has only ever known the light

And because you are perfectly complete

You had everything to lose

Even so, I am battered, broken, and bruised

I had nothing left to lose, but you

Because I cannot shine without my muse

And you won't know how to carry on

When the light fades away and the clouds roll in

You'll cower away in the inky black sky

As the truths you evaded stare back at you

But for me this darkness is all I've ever known

I never had the pleasure of running from my unrest

There is no one who will hold me in their arms

All that surrounds me is a blanket filled with distant stars

All I ever wanted was you

But you who used to gleam so bright

Left me to hang in the night sky

And I no longer want to be casting shadows

From the sunlight you emit

So I will cross the line, I will defy gravity

I will search all of heaven and Earth

In hopes to find the solace I could not find in you

i was today years old when i realized that we don't have to be the same person everyday, we can always be a completely different person tomorrow; we can change our aesthetics, our interests or what makes us us. we haven't owed anyone to be the same on a daily basis we can change constantly. this is us putting ourselves in brackets or definition or whatever you call it.

It's been days

weeks or months?

I don't know..

I have been drowning in blood, breathing in the ashes,

as I am left. alone.

In the silence, in the nightmare.

Why wouldn't it end ?

Why wouldn't it all end?

Can I just sleep ?

forever?

I........am so tired.

please. help me out.

Either you pull me up or you push me down.. Don't leave me like this..

hanging by a thread.

a beautiful broken promise.

Promise.

The word is forced to contain secrets.

But, what if?

what if a person runs out of promises?

when there are too many to keep and there is too much inside?

when all the promises she broke hurts her?

when each and every promise she broke, haunts her, every night, till the end ?

when the broken promises, like broken glass, tears her apart from inside?

until she bleeds. bleeds to death.

too tired to make another promise.

lost in soulless city

Hello 👋, My name is Momen Al Madhoun / I am a digital artist /a father of two children " Ezzdeen & Amir " I live in Gaza City in the heart of the Genocide, working tirelessly to amplify my voice to the world through my artwork.

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I wish.

“Love yourself. Be clear on how you want to be treated. Know your worth. Always.”

— maryam hasnaa

how my life should be.