If sleepless nights are in fashion..
I would like to stay awake in a mansion..
Honey you're so kind
Oh we follow flight
You shook me up inside
You pick up every rumours in sight
But all the roses died
I'd rather keep them alive
Roots grow slowly
But I'm just content with time well spent
Savor the taste of sugar
- Milk and Honey
WRITING TOPIC | SLAM SATURDAYS
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The Head Lettrist
Sometimes I wish to go
very far, maybe to another
planet or perhaps to the
future where humanity has
reached an elevated point
"Let me write : Poetry"
Let me write you
With an ink of Love
Let me fire up
Your desires underneath
For you are now impassive
A book never scribbled
Let me scrawl it
With full of zest
Let me love you
Like the valleyed sun
Let the ray shred the cloud
Pinning down your emotions
For you are the ocean, having
millions of sumptuous thoughts
Where the vehemence exists
Let it defeat your nemesis
Let me traverse every page
Every inch of it
Let me adorn the corners
And appraise the beauty of it
Once you are written
The readers will be perplex...
I remember that day,
when we finally met.
Everything was going in
in the middle of the desert.
Under the brightening sky,
and the Luminous sand.
I was walking to you while you were
walking to me.
Our souls were dancing a song that only our hearts can hear.
I know you since the beginning
from millions of years ago.
When we were one.
And finally we reached each other.
Our eyes where looking for
our inner fire.
Seeing you here,
standing before me.
Is this a dream?
You're such a mystery.
With the softness of your voice.
With the sting in your look.
The stars were waiting for this moment.
I felt as the Earth stood still for us.
All this time,
I always think of you,
in my sleep,
in my dreams,
I always think of you,
all night all day, hoping you're alright,
I always think of you,
wishing that you were thinking of me too,
every minute, every second of the day, I think of you,
I really do,
all because.... I love you
Millions of stars shine every night to show us how magnificent nature can be. Every night I choose to stay outside for a few hours wondering if you still outside looking up to the sky, gazing the stars just like me.
So much to say, so much to feel and you are the one that I was waiting for.
I never thought that in the distance, I could be able to find my way home with you...
La ironía de la vida
Así como mi espíritu se eleva,
el caos crece dentro de mi.
Vivo en la interrogante todos los días.
Podrá trascender mi espíritu
en un mundo primitivo.
Al mismo tiempo mientras sobrevivo
se desarrolla una crisis espiritual.
Una gran batalla ha acaba de comenzar
dentro de mi.
Pero sé que mi espiritualidad está presente
en todo momento,
la cuál no está llena de dogmas
sino que reside dentro de mi
en forma de energía.
El mundo da muchas vueltas
al igual que las personas
vienen y se van.
El tiempo no se detiene por nadie,
y mientras tanto
trato de prepararme para mi partir.
Aunque algo de aquí, se aferra a mi.
La vida se conforma de armonía violentas y mu...
I'm half awake
I'm half asleep
Bloom to soon
Claim to dream
Plead to breathe
My soul is at stake
Love, please say my name...
Narrated Jabir bin `Abdullah: The Prophet ﷺ used to stand by a stem of a date-palm tree while delivering a sermon. When the pulpit was placed for him we heard that stem crying like a pregnant she-camel till the Prophet ﷺ got down from the pulpit and placed his hand over it.
- Sahih Bukhari Vol 2, Book 11, Hadith 42.
"Learn to be quiet just as you learn to talk, because if talking guides you, being quiet protects you. By being quiet, you attain two characteristics: you are able to take knowledge from those more knowledgeable than you and you are able to repel the ignorance of those more ignorant than you."
I missed the bus today.
My only companion
Through grumpy mornings
And drunken nights.
So, I took the train.
An unfamiliar sight.
But, I could see
A familiar one.
You, standing a few meters apart.
Listening to your favorite music
Which made you smile.
I don't know what should I do.
Should I give you a shy smile?
Or perhaps, an ignorant response?
We gazed at each other's eyes.
Just like we knew what's on our minds.
Like a neophyte,
No one else could ever understand.
Life is not about
surviving a storm
but about how to "
"dance in the rain".
It was narrated from Abu Hurairah that the Messenger of Allah ﷺ said: "Do not curse the wind, for it is from the mercy of Allah, bringing Rahmah (i.e., rain and breezes), or destruction. But ask Allah for its goodness, and seek refuge with Allah from its evil."
-Susan Ibn Majah Vol. 5, Book 33, Hadith 3727
Caí rendida tras noches de insomnio mirando el clamor de la luna llena que se coló a través de mis pupilas para otorgarme la paz de su luminiscencia.
Sólo ella era capaz de apaciguar mis sentidos, de serenar mi alma e invadir mi corazón con sus buenos presagios.
Mi mente inquieta y vulnerable al arte de pensar incesante se contagió con rapidez de esa calma que me inundaba de pronto. Y mis párpados cayeron pesados con la lentitud de una eternidad y la premura de una corta canción de cuna.
Así, arrullada entre los alargados brazos de la luna y escuchando la melodía de las estrellas que para mí cantaban esa noche conquisté el mundo de los sueños.
Mi primera aventura surgió a bordo de un flam...
That day with you on the bridge
With the piercing beauty around
I stole a glimpse from your eyes
Of the home that we never found
And in the fragments of my words
All of those I ever uttered to you
Was an underlying truth so naked
Of the feeling that I never said you
That together when we struggled
Then I cared less what was around
For I was searching for it so long
And you're the home I never found
I'm laying on my bed unable to sleep, and I found myself thinking as usual about love stories, I believe in soulmates, I believe that no matter what someday all of us will be next to our soulmate, just together, it doesn't matter what you're doing, you'll know, just by looking at them, that you want to spend as much time with them as possible, and maybe have your own fairytale and end up together happily ever after.
They say love conquers all. And no matter how hard it could be, if love is true, it will still hold on despite of all the circumstances that may come along...
I met him in an almost dying summer. It was the beginning of autumn. It wasn't love at first sight, I knew. (I don't believe in it, either.) It may be attraction. Yes! I was attracted the moment I saw his face and gestures. And when I got a chance to be with him, it was like I knew him for a long time.
Being with him, I became vulnerable and spontaneous. I enjoyed every single moment that could last for a lifetime. I don't mind being so carefree and inevitable. I don't mind on what other people's saying for as long as I'm happy.
Knowing what is love,
is the most enlightened thing
that can happen to anyone.
It will let you things to come and go;
to be as supple as the wind.
And take everything that comes
with great courage.
Like a good friend once told me:
"Life is right in any case,
My heart is as open as the sky."