“Did you hear that?”echoes through the airas the missiles touch the earthwith hate dressed in revengethe loud sound swallowsall sense of everything *suddenly silence* I watch the smokecloud my visionslowly rising up to the heavensheavy with souls and tearsbut so very silenta real-life slow-motionof the aftermathof man-madepain It shook meshaking thefight or flight senseSo I ..read more

And suddenly they turned the pageat the end of summer to a very dark plot twist,filled with bullet holeswith depth beyond comprehension. Blessed is my countrywhose eyes fail to seethe cusp of peace. Lebanon, my forever home.I hug you from head to toe,from mountain to sea,from the highest point to the lowest, there’s a love ..read more

Someone asked me to write about a birda feathered tiny creaturewith wings“wings”what a glorious creationspread royally from shoulder to the lengthto lift youinto limitless bluenessbetween clouds weightlessnesshugs your belly breezy beautiful god-held Is that why cupids fly?so they see the invisibleand strike it?Is that what they seefrom that sky viewabove the groundbeyond the obvious? Their ..read more

The words fall shortof their meaningthe one beyond the read The lines weakenand leave the readerwith a sense of boredominstead of hunger The heart beatsonly in that cageand fails to bleedon pages The papersbecome satiatedwith empty inklacking qualityand repel it in an “eye-brow”lift impression filled with“what the eff is this?” The poetloses him/her/them self/vesin that ..read more

Those who know meare familiar with my love for manifestos,writing them that is There is a sense of power tocreatea declaration of aimsthat churn a feeling towardsanything really But then I took a step backaway from working on a manifestoand sharpened my visiontowards looking at one What makes a manifesto?It all starts with a voiceand ..read more

This is a series of short poemsdedicated to those you read to those who are but aren’tto those who fight so hard to “un-be” themselves.Don’t worry,I love your “self” Sincerely, the poet You might lovebut the image is loveless You might be in lovebut out of touch with it You might projectbut you make everyone ..read more

You naughty beingsself-inflictedpleasure-oriented beingsthis is not an erotic piece But it does talk about screwingand being screwed (did I lose you reader?) I left the bed of neglectsheets messy with sleeplessnessbody covered with juicesof yesternight’s alcohol drippingshoping they’d ease the tension I sat thereSunday morningleaning on the cold wallI am craving a chill down my ..read more

I went cyclingthe other dayand realized howindoorsy we’ve become I adjusted my seatso my eye leveland my “forward” are alignedmuch like my wordswhen they fallthey fall straight next.to.each.otheralmost adjusting my lifeto what it will throw at me I adjusted myself for lifefixing my feet in the pedalsI moved them till they clicked“I am stuck to ..read more

What is a situationship? Do you even love me? What do you want to know about me? I’d prefer you tell what goes on in your mind. Why is a read message, unanswered? Why does dotting the I’s and crossing the t’s scare you? What am I to you? What are you to me? Are ..read more

It’s about time,I had the guts to say it “I have loved you”without the butterflies flutteringmy anxiety to life to a point where they clogged my breathspushing me to catch them with maturity It’s about time I face you with my couragedressed with a coat of fear of losing the toxic comfort that felt like ..read more