Originally posted on Rebel Voice:
Rafeef Ziadah is a Palestinian poet who wrote the following poem in response to an idiotic question that she was asked by someone who has little sympathy for…
Originally posted on A Taste of My Thoughts:
i wanna get drunk in love and i don’t mean with a person? but with life i wanna work on my goals and dreams and…
Folly Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending. Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost. we can ascend and we can fall, Echoes… Continue reading
Hey brother, hey sister I remember young men and women. Living, loving, drinking and dancing. Living life fearlessly without regret. Hey brothers, hey sisters. I remember you. We were hopeful, foolish and… Continue reading
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Once upon a time I found you at the mall walking and I kept a distance from you. I was just looking at a sweet dream lost, I wondered did you remember… Continue reading
The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty… Continue reading
(A photo found unclaimed on Writer’s cafe. It was famous once. Don’t need words to express the sadness.) –You are gone and I am here. You are gone and I’m here War, violence… Continue reading
Down, baby, down She danced alone on the dance floor at the Jazz club. Moving her body with a gentle ease and making every movement of perfect long legs, wonderful womanly curves… Continue reading
1-Break me Please break me and make me bleed. Show me I’m alive, make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived, know life can be okay. Drink of my… Continue reading
