Type: Poem
my expression of catharsis
my expression of catharsis
Type: Poem
short poem
short poem
Type: Poem
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When Mansur said... Tripoli, Libya November 17, 1986 This poem is a new poem... There are those who force us to... The Trouble with Shoelaces The Landlord The gleaners and I... The city had... The belch of Friday has... Summer Solstice Ringo Starr sez... Palinode My moustaches... My five-year-old daughter wants to see the snow for the first time... An idiom is a funny thing... I, Mabrouka I write in English... I shall find me almond runaways... I neither sing the body electric nor do I stand by my atlal, I felt relieved... I dreamt my mother was... I came out of the shower chamber at midday, I am a woman... History is here fancied... From the beginning, Fortune Climb to the nearest crawling cloud and, Certain wisemen... Bodays (Bodies, in posh accent) Bayda, Libya December 11, 2006 Aubade All of a sudden, I'm down. A wingless hummingbird is floating outside; On bed I was recalling when... Music Road In Praise of Meine Augenbrauen East London, England September 10, 1916 If I died... In the crowded room/ What's on your mind? My old(er) brother... Episteme Do you remember when we spoke of people we'd miss? Assalamu Alaikum. Where Do I Start? You, who's reading me now... Waste Shades So it goes like this... Kant and I (A Long Short Story) Microcosm Moments Vicinity Trees and Homes II Trees and Homes II Trees and Homes Bark Letter to the Child I Have Never Semened Of Nothing in Particular Or, A Self-Portrait y Weekend in Tripoli II A Self-Portrait (Oh, OK) My Weekend in Tripoli (Arabic Music and a Failed Meeting) Hosni's Book Ebdewi In Memory of Saad V In Memory of Saad IV In Memory of Saad III In Memory of Saad II In Memory of Saad I
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Additional Posts
Type: Story
There are good and bad ways to survive city living.
There are good and bad ways to survive city living.
Type: Poem
Something short and heartfelt
Something short and heartfelt
Type: Horror story
Max Keaton, from the state of Virginia, experiences a night of tragedy, and a preposterous encounter with an unknown enemy living in the woodlands. Visiting his friend in the neck of the woods, he finds himself teaming up with his rifle-wielding daredevil of a friend and his own capability of fighting. You might ask yourself, what is living in the woods?
Max Keaton, from the state of Virginia, experiences a night of tragedy, and a preposterous encounter with an unknown enemy living in the woodlands. Visiting his friend in the neck of the woods, he finds himself teaming up with his rifle-wielding daredevil of a friend and his own capability of fighting. You might ask yourself, what is living in the woods?
Type: Story
Short erotica story - first attempt at writing ever!
Short erotica story - first attempt at writing ever!
Type: Story
This story depicts a dream I had the other morning, as best that I could word what I remembered. As I find with many dreams, there are certain things that you just inherently know. I tried to add in some of the missing material as best I could fit into the story line. Sorry if it feels rushed, it all happened quite quickly within the dream. And as often happens in dreams, scene changes are often cut-scenes with little or no context. And I apologize if you don’t like how this ends. Believe me, I don’t either. But my mind has yet to inform me what happens beyond this point.
This story depicts a dream I had the other morning, as best that I could word what I remembered. As I find with many dreams, there are certain things that you just inherently know. I tried to add in some of the missing material as best I could fit into the story line. Sorry if it feels rushed, it all happened quite quickly within the dream. And as often happens in dreams, scene changes are often cut-scenes with little or no context. And I apologize if you don’t like how this ends. Believe me, I don’t either. But my mind has yet to inform me what happens beyond this point.
Type: Poem
Sometimes it’s hard to see your life continuing without (insert name here). But maybe it’s possible?
DeRealization//DePersonalization
Sometimes it’s hard to see your life continuing without (insert name here). But maybe it’s possible?
Additional Posts
Type: Story
MY WORK LIFE EXPERIENCE IN 2018: THIS IS AN INTRO OF WHAT IM GOING THROUGH AT WORK WITH AN RGM FROM HELL. I'M SORRY IF ITS DISTURBING OR HARSH WHAT I'M EXPRESSING ON MY POST BUT ITS HOW I FEEL AND IT DOES AT TIMES DEPRESSES ME, SO WRITING IT DOES HELP ME SOME. I DO INTEND TO WRITE ALL MY HELL I'VE BEEN DEALING WITH AND SOME THINGS MAY BE VERBALLY GRAPHIC SO SORRY FOR THAT.
MY WORK LIFE EXPERIENCE IN 2018: THIS IS AN INTRO OF WHAT IM GOING THROUGH AT WORK WITH AN RGM FROM HELL. I'M SORRY IF ITS DISTURBING OR HARSH WHAT I'M EXPRESSING ON MY POST BUT ITS HOW I FEEL AND IT DOES AT TIMES DEPRESSES ME, SO WRITING IT DOES HELP ME SOME. I DO INTEND TO WRITE ALL MY HELL I'VE BEEN DEALING WITH AND SOME THINGS MAY BE VERBALLY GRAPHIC SO SORRY FOR THAT.
Type: Poem
A love poem for a girl with an eating disorder
A love poem for a girl with an eating disorder
Type: Essay
Pondering in perpetual questions
Pondering in perpetual questions
Type: Poem
Control the contents of your thoughts and guide them to the light. We are all connected by spirit; and therefore, thought.
Control the contents of your thoughts and guide them to the light. We are all connected by spirit; and therefore, thought.
Type: Story
*Revised x2* My first ever story. This is an original story based on a Writing Prompt by Tumblr user writing-prompt-s. This is a soulmate AU.
*Revised x2* My first ever story. This is an original story based on a Writing Prompt by Tumblr user writing-prompt-s. This is a soulmate AU.
Type: Story
This is a very short story about a small journey.....
This is a very short story about a small journey.....
Type: Poem
A poem about someone whose soul has died, yet his body lives on.
A poem about someone whose soul has died, yet his body lives on.
Type: Story
Unusual source of an epiphany
Unusual source of an epiphany
Type: Poem
Curiosity, for things we may never get the answer to.
Mary, and her friends.
Curiosity, for things we may never get the answer to.
Additional Posts
Type: Poem
Do ever feel like a royal fuck up? like no matter what you do or who you attempt to be you always mess up. Yeah. Me Either.
Do ever feel like a royal fuck up? like no matter what you do or who you attempt to be you always mess up. Yeah. Me Either.
Type: Poem
Type: Poem
I was inspired by the kindness a stranger showed towards my family and myself.
I was inspired by the kindness a stranger showed towards my family and myself.
Type: Story
Just a short story, i had to translate it so i'm sorry for any errors.
Just a short story, i had to translate it so i'm sorry for any errors.
