Saudis under the Mask

I’m sorry that the tears in your eyes can never rain on the lands of your cheeks. That the skin On your hands Is as rough And dry As the leaves In autumn. I’m sorry For the many Times you wished Someone Would plant Flowers in the Dryness of your Skin and water Them everyday. And mostly, I’m sorry Myself For there Came a Time when I too Abandoned The soul Beneath the Skin.

Where do you go? When the whole world decides to break you instead of breaking its surface for air. When the weight of a million suns is balanced between your shoulder blades. When the darkness screeches the planet because you appear and the sun rises when you don’t. Who do you hold on to? When the people close to you cut the ropes and leave you falling over and over again. The people that once gave you hope that they’d sacrifice everything for you but then again, you were their only sacrifice. Where do you run? When all the great demons dance upon your skin and the hell fires come to get you from all parts of the world. You run to yourself, you hold on to your own dreams and faith. You’ve got fire much bigger than the fires of the whole planet and you can make it. Burn who seises to see that in you, burn them oh for the love of god don’t make them break into your soul trying to contain the flame that started it all, burn like a million suns. Make them wonder how you’re t...

Like a streetlight, I saw the path I was supposed to walk under your guidance. Like a streetlight, you led me from a place to another in complete silence. like a streetlight, You saw through the empty part of me and showed me how it brightens. But as a streetlight, you’d disappear with no sign. My eyes would search for you any glimpse of you that I could find. Then you’d come back again with the light of a thousand stars promising to leave me blind. You see, you are a lot of things present and absent cruel and kind Infact, you are all of them combined.

He was about to leave her when she choked the remaining words out of her sore throat: “Lie to me, give me any false hope to hold on to. Tell me that you’ll always..” “I’m sorry” he walked out without turning back. This time she didn’t look for a seed of hope in the seas of dead flowers, she didn’t stay until dawn looking for the faint arrays of the sun shine knowing that she hadn’t seen it for years. Instead, she silenced her innocent soul and locked herself up in the most dreadful part of her, lit some fire and only gazed as it attacked everything it touched. Someone from the outside, an old friend it seems, sensed the danger within her walls. He broke down the front door as furious black smoke stretched right towards him. He ducked running to the source, he screamed her name, he looked for her in every room until he finally arrived at a locked door. On the other side, she had crumbled up in the corner and started feeling the numbness of everything and nothing at the same time. He ...

The two of us were made for each other, literally. We're broken pieces of the past united by will and acceptance. We didn't need anyone else to help bring us as a whole we only needed to look for the pieces we've lost in each other. We were young and innocent with hearts of pure see-through glass. We'd roll on the fresh green grass and watch the stars on our favorite hill at night, the one that had the tree we used to climb when we were younger. We'd spend all day traveling by car from a place to another. And at just those moments everything seemed perfect. We were crossing cities by car in a rough weather and my hands left the wheel for a moment to light a cigarette, it's funny how she always said it'll leave me breathless but I just keep smiling. We drove for what seemed like hours until we reached a narrow bridge cutting the sea in half. I accidentally zoned out then came back again and my eyes went to check on her almost involuntarily. A sort of fear mad...

Funeral. They took me into a room of white, the only thing that broke the brightness were figures as dark and motionless as stone. Their faces bared no feelings, their lips didn't make a sound. I had so many questions to ask so I start heading towards a face that seems familiar. "Hello, is everything okay?" And my only response was a slow stare from the ground, going to my feet, legs, chest and ended up poring into my eyes. As I stare back I see nothing but the hollowness of a cave inside its black pupils. I staggered back and looked for another familiar face I could calm myself with. Suddenly, something grabs me by the wrist and pulls me into the depth of it. A squeal is all I could get out as it devours me to a hollow space within, then I stop panicking and listen to a sound like a deep sweep of a violin, a sound that seems to reach out for me, for hope and help that I could not give. "What's wrong?" I ask, but the voice only gets louder so I try to untan...

Who am I? Do you know me from the books I've read? The words I've said? Am I from the hearts I mend and push ahead? No, perhaps the hearts I've broken, their names i never mention. Am I from how my body bends, what message it sends? Am I special for loving the night? Craving it like vampires craving a bite? Am I so mysterious that it makes me an attractive sight? Or am I cut open like meat slaughtered with a knife? Do you know me from the stuff I choose, from the money I lose? Or from the past I try to forget or thoughts of the future swimming in my head. Do you only recognize me by my voice on the phone or do you really recognize me when I'm all alone? If I were a box would you see me as transparent? Or would you see me as the one locked in it. Would you know me if I was the opposite, wouldn't you know who I am not even a little bit? Who am I, do you know? Am I straight or against the law? Would you hate me for something you heard or something that you saw?  Would...