#delafil

[delafilpoetry]

This is a tormenting farewell.

I am leaving you in the care of god.

You are not to be mine.

Our names crossed each other’s pages but we didn’t remain on all of them.

You‘ll forever be my most painful but also my favourite chapter.

The only way we’ll see each other again is when you dare to cross my mind.

You might be my naseeb in another life.

But in this one we don’t belong to each other.

I am letting you go.

—Delafil

#delafil #spilled ink #written #poetry #poem #arabic lines #ghada al samman #key ballah #delafil poetry #spilled poetry #poetryslam

[liebezufalastin]

Die die wir in uns tragen, bleiben bis in die Ewigkeit die tiefsten Narben. Und so wie Layla, Sieht man der Liebe ihre Schönheit nicht an. Gefühle die man nicht erlebt können nicht umschrieben werden. Oh Layla, wieso sehen sie dich nicht. Bist du doch der Mondschein der die dunklen Gassen erhellt. Und die Welt ohne Majnun sie ist kalt, doch es regnet nicht. Sanfte Tropfen die die Erde liebkosen Und ihr Leben einflößen. Warum habt ihr Layla von Majnun getrennt? Im Garten der liebe sind die Rosen verdorrt, Und sie haben die Blüten geneigt. Ein Garten umhüllt von Dornen denn die Rosen haben dem gedeihen abgeschworen.

—Delafil

#delafil #delafilx #Poesie #Gedicht #Reim #prosa

[filistininkalbi]

Ah Esmer yarim,

Siyah saclarindan asilan

Kucuk bir umut.

Beni sana baglayan bir güven

Gozlerinin kahve renginde saklanan bir kelime.

Gönlünün derininden sessisce fisildayan Acilar.

Soyle ki bana, simdi kazanan kim?

—Delafil

#filistin #siir #sair #yedigüzeladam #atillailhan #erdem bayazıt #cahit zarifoğlu #serseri sair #benimpostlarim #delafil #turkce

[yoshimuraetos]

i’ve got the following urls uft:

canon:

kudoutadanobu (kiben gakuha, yotsuya senpai no kaidan)

hazukiyou (tsukiuta)

sousakishino (boku no hero academia)

saijoumariya (ore monogatari)

rukanazumi (tsukipro / vazzrock)

delafille (granblue fantasy)

plurals:

yoshimuraetos (tokyo ghoul)

saikoyonebayashis (tokyo ghoul)

conditions under the cut:

1. canon urls only. i don’t mind single worded or two worded urls as long as they’re canon. i won’t accept separated (name-surname) urls.

2. i’ll only accept plurals in exchange for the only two plural urls i own, and only if you offer me any character i am really attached to (and i am really really attached to saiko and eto!).

3. i’m willing to trade for: granblue fantasy, kimetsu no yaiba, haikyuu, tsukiuta/tsukipro, dc comics, tokyo ghoul, norse/greek mythology, octopath traveler, chainsaw man and choujin x urls.

4. i have more urls that i don’t wanna trade, but if you have an url i can be really interested in, i can tell you which are and see if you can be interested.

send me an ask or a direct message here to contact me! (i’m not 24/7 on here so i may answer some days after, please be patient!!)

#anime url uft #canon urls uft #canon url uft #url uft #urls uft #plural urls uft #anime urls uft #bnha url #mha url #boku no hero academia url #my hero academia url #tsukiuta url #tsukipro url #vazzrock url #oremonogatari url #ore monogatari url #tokyo ghoul url #gbf url #granblue fantasy url

[granblue-fantasy-pics]

#Granblue Fantasy #anime #delafille #granbluefantasy

[wefuturisticmakerpeaceworld-blog]

There are various types of candles such as fat ones, thin ones, tea light holders, Xmas candle holders to add more glamour, fancy ones for kids, Christmas tree décor candles. One of the bestsellers is the red ones.

#Send latest christmas gift hamper online India #Send unique christmas gift online India #Send christmas chocolate box online india #Send unique new year gift online India

[delafilpoetry]

Laid my hopes in you

like they used to lay children into the Euphrates.

Most times they drowned

and got lost before they were even close to their destination.

How will I ever mourn and move on?

When I will always be uncertain

about them reaching the riverside.

—Delafil

#delafil #spilled ink #written #poetry #poem #arabic lines #gabriela mistral #adam bakri #ghada al samman #delafil poetry #spilled poetry #spoken poetry #mine #middleeasternpoetry

[delafilpoetry]

My mother braids my thick brown hair, as if she is holding on to a part of her identity in this foreign country. And she tells me tales of her childhood and how she used to collect hazelnuts in the colour of my curls.

—Delafil

#delafil #spilled ink #written #poetry #poem #spilled thoughts #mine #delafilpoetry #spilled words #spilled poetry #written thoughts #written word #writersoftumblr #muslim writers

[delafilpoetry]

I stood up, opened my eyes

And erased your memories

Which were lingering upon the edges

Of my eyelashes.

And I took the ferry,

Sat beside the window

And erased your name.

Your name which was echoing through my thoughts

Like the waves of the sea.

And even the sun rays noticed my grief,

Trying to find a beam of happiness-

Caressing my face with their warmth.

But they cannot give me back what you took.

And just like Rudy Francisco said,

I only ever write when I’m falling in love

Or falling apart.

I did not have the time to fall.

All I have is your absence

And the bitter cold of an April morning.

—Delafil

#delafil #spilled ink #written #poetry #poem #spilled thoughts #mine #delafilpoetry #spilled words #spilled poetry #autumn #spring #april

[delafilpoetry]

My desire to write overwhelms me

Every inch of my being

Craves to fulfil the duty

I do not call myself a poet

Because I do not own the language

Poetry owns me and I am the language's slave.

How many torn pages

Prove my loyalty

The poem carries me

Alive I become

As the pages skip

One by one.

—Delafil

#mine #poetry #me #muslim #poem #written #love #writing #delafil #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #delafilpoetry #spilled words #spilled poetry

[delafilpoetry]

From the bottom of

My heart rises an echo.

A voice I’ve muted ages ago.

But the heart is louder than any sense.

And it sings a song

only your heart could hear,

If it would listen.

But your heart is sitting beneath a river,

weeping

For all that it has lost.

Not able to see all it could gain.

If only your heart would be as obsessed as your eyes.

Eyes in which so many have drowned.

And I vowed to never drown again.

But with you I can see my future,

Inevitably I too, will lose myself in you.

And it will be the greatest loss in history.

—Delafil

#delafil #spilled ink #written #poetry #poem #spilled thoughts #mine #delafilpoetry #spilled words #spilled poetry

[delafilpoetry]

I open the book of myths and force the pages to hand me the words.

My medicine is hidden below the pages of the paragraphs. Telling ancient stories.

About how Layla left Majnun and Romeo who died for Juliet.

But what happens if love visits you on a winter night and leaves you nothing but sorrow and memories

Memories.

Dark brown eyes.

Rusty voice.

Height as tall as a tree.

Loving never healed me,

Pain opened my heart.

Poetry became the meaning.

Feelings were deceiving.

—Delafil

#delafil #spilled ink #written #poetry #poem #spilled thoughts #mine #delafilpoetry #spilled words #spilled poetry

[delafilpoetry]

I dreamt I saw an olive tree

Its leaves told me ancient stories

Stories about the children playing in the sand.

And I saw Jerusalem from another perspective

As if a bird took my sight

And flew to the holy city

Not even the smell of Damascus was sweeter.

I dreamt I saw an olive tree.

And the sound of peace was louder than the sound of guns.

People were throwing roses to welcome each visitor.

Ana falastini, my grandfather said when the visitors arrived

I am Palestinian

I dreamt I saw an olive tree.

In its shade my mother,

My brother and my sisters.

A calming breeze from the east

And a white horse.

I dreamt I saw an olive tree.

And I woke up,

drenched in sweat

Realising it was only just a dream.

The war goes on,

so does the occupation

And they do not only hold our ancestors hostage

But also the olive trees.

—Delafil

#qoute #poem #poet #falastin #palestine #mahmoud darwish #inspiration #mine #written #spilled ink #delafil

[delafilpoetry]

Softness was a language, my lovers were never fluent in.

—Delafil

#delafil #poetry #delafilpoetry #written #spilledink #spilledpoetry #mine #poem #10 word story #10 word poem

[delafilpoetry]

I beg you,

Take away the words,

And with them the meaning.

Take away the rhythm

And all that’s deceiving.

Had I found a place

to call my peace of mind.

Wouldn’t every night be filled

With words I try to find.

Not even an umbrella

Would shield me from the rain,

Had I not vowed to become a writer,

Endure and write down all the pain.

It is not only mine

That I carry with me

A burden much bigger

Than any nationality.

A burden much deeper,

Than the separating sea.

And I reassure myself

God’s promise is true.

Had I not believed and trusted.

Would I have ever met you?

And the rhythm shackles me,

I would never dare to run away.

From a suffering so beautiful.

That my mind turns into a place of fray.

—Delafil

#mine #poem #poetry #prose #written #writers #spillend ink #spilled thoughts #delafil

[delafilpoetry]

One of the many battles non western men have to face is being a father to a daughter. Either the biggest struggle or blessing. The easiest way to take care of your daughter is to hide her. Hide her from the world and from the mistakes, Which are only frowned upon if a woman commits them. So they lock her away. Telling her she is too precious for this world. But they forget that, one day She has to face it. And she won't be prepared for it. She'll be full of fear And each day will pass with another experience that she wasn't ready for. And she'll think that she always needs a guardian to feel safe. Because she was too precious to be taught to raise her voice. Too precious to say no. Too precious to do things on her own. Too precious to face life with all its battles alone.

—Delafil

#delafil #delafilx #poetry #middleeasternpoetry #mine #written #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #daughter #father #poem #written word