Hiba Abu Nada, from I Grant You Refuge (trans. Huda Fakhreddine)
Hiba Abu Nada was a novelist, poet, and educator. She wrote this poem on Oct. 10th, 2023. She died a martyr, killed in her home in south Gaza by an Israeli raid on Oct. 20th, 2023. She was 32 years old.
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New Year’s Day
I am not the moon and I'm not even a star
I'm not the big, blue deep ocean in the dark
And I am not like the fireworks that fly
In the dark of the sky, on 12 midnight
I'm not a big holiday like the New Year's
But I sure am happy that I am here
Even though I'm not the moon in the sky
I am just a human experiencing life
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I want my body to
Be irrelevant.
I want everything of me
Small, fluid, inconspicuous
So I can slip through
The cracks of life
Like water,
Picking up the sediment.
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Kills me to see you
It kills me to see you happy.
There. I said it.
But don't you think for a minute
It's without guilt.
I hate my heart for breaking
When I see you smile; the light in your eyes,
And in knowing
Why
You have been playing,
I'm walking on sunshine,
By Katrina & the Waves.
Singing along,
Riding your dopamine high; you —
On top of the world.
Kicks my face in the dirt.
I'm ashamed
To say it, envy ridden,
Because you are all I can see,
And you have, apparently, never seen me
That way.
I should be happy for you, but I can't
Because your sunshine is my rain;
My endless, billowing clouds of grey.
You used to
Hug them all away,
But I wanted to kiss you, too… okay?
You're my best friend,
But I want you to be so much more,
And I kill my self each time I have to pretend
I am happy for you both.
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13-2-2024, M.A. Tempels ©
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My photography @sherrylephotography
December 30, 2023
Morning rush
Visit was a plus
Routine walk is a must
Now I feel robust
No need to make a fuss
Many things to discuss
Life is a rush
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I remember the echoes
whispering through the wisps of time, hints
of familiar yet far
so very far away, and yet so close I can almost
reach out and touch
your essence, you, your heart
under the moonlight, in the universe, we are
like stars
in a serenade of time.
© Anna S. 2024
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sometimes nostalgia keeps us from seeing our destiny, because we can't leave the past behind us, believing that it’s all we ever wanted and needed in our life
by laurenmaerie, gone
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You were empty. And, I starved for your love, for you to swallow my heart and feel full. So you would feel me inside and love me a little.
-Divya
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I’m
I’m obsessive, I’m compulsive
I’m the disorder
I’m bipolar, I’m paranoid
I’m the psychosis
I’m schizophrenic, I’m delusional
I’m the hallucination
I’m depression, I’m postpartum
I’m the personality trait
I’m misconception, I’m misconstrued
I’m the stigma
I’m paraphrenia, I’m paraphernalia
I’m the substance-abuse
I’m diagnoses, I’m treatment
I’m the medication
I’m hope, I’m faith
I’m the cure
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Stillness Of The Ocean
Journey in the water
Underneath the earth's surface.
Drowning in the midst
Of the turning and the twisting
Oxygen running, like a clock
Running out of time
Tried to reach the blue of the sky
But all was lost when I blinked out of life
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— no. 02 of @nosebleedclub's january prompts.
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