@-mrxish
الهَجران نُقطة في بَحر فَزعِي
و أنتَ تُجبرنِي على تَجرُع المِلح
لم أكُن لأخَتار هذةِ النِهايةُ معكَ
لَكنكَ تهوى أذيتِي
تَعشقُ بُكائِي
تَسع البَراكِين بِدموعِي
تُخمدَها بِمياه العَيون
كمّ أكَرهُ صَفع الباب بِوجهك
كَبريائُك المُتعجرف يَجعلنِي أودّ
ليسَ صفعُ الباب فَحسب
بل تَمزيق إبتسامتُكَ مِن وجهَك
و زَرع البراكِين في حَشاك
لعلّ الهجران يؤثر فِيكَ ليسَ فيّ فَحسب.
ما ودّي أفكر بالعيد او راح أبكي.
و تُمسِك كَفِي كَفِي!
تقول لها كُفِ!
المُعصَم المُتمسِك بالسَيفُ
تَحول رَماد
و الكَفُ لا تَكُف..
عَن إيذاء المُحارِب.
فَمتى أنامُ؟
لا تَنامُ عينايّ و جَسدِي فَحسب
مَتى أنامُ و تُخَمد المواجِع؟
مَتى أجدُ فِي الإستيقاظ رَغبة؟
دونَ مُحاولاتٍ يائِسة
في إسكان قَلبِي
و تَشريبُه تَهويده النَوم
تَعويذة..الموت؟
جيت أشتكيلك.
nothing can help me at this point.
أي إشارة يا ربي..
كَم روحًا أحَملُ فيّ سَألت
و كُنت تواقًا لِتكون أحَدُ هذةِ الأرواح
و أجَبتُكَ هي ذواتُ الراحلين عَلقت بيّ
و لم أدُرِك كَم تُصّر على أن تكون أحَدُها
لِترحَل..
I was in the winter of my life
And the men I met along the road were my only summer
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me And my only real happy times
Sign Up
I was a singer
Not a very popular one
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet
But upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky
That wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken
But I didn't really mind because I knew that.
I believe in the person I want to become I believe in the freedom of the open road And my motto is the same as ever
"I believe in the kindness of strangers"
And when I'm at war with myself I ride
I just ride
Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have
I am fucking crazy, but I am free.
Because I was born to be the other woman
Who belonged to no one Who belonged to everyone
Who had nothing
Who wanted everything
With a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me
Every night I used to pray that l'd find my people
And finally I did
On the open road
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore
Except to make our lives into a work of art
Live fast
Die young
Be wild
And have fun.
it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing how I had been living, they asked me why, but there's no use in talking to people who have a home
They have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people
For home to be wherever you lie your head
I was always an unusual girl
My mother told me that I had a chameleon soul
No moral compass pointing due north
No fixed personality
Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean
And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way l'd be lying.
الذَكرياتُ حَواجزٌ، و الحَلُ كَسرُها.
و كيفَ تُكسر الذِكرى و هي مِن الوريدُ أجَزاء..؟
أيُقطَع و يُترَك لِإفَراغ الحَياة؟.
حلمت فيك تكلميني و تتطمنين…
من شهور ما حسيت بهالشوق.
Keep making me laugh.
أَلم يَكُن مِن الغَريبِ أن تَبقى غَريبٌ عَنِي؟
و نَحنُ في الغَرامِ سواء..؟
إنكَ تتفادى حُبّكَ غرورًا! تكبُرًا عَليه مِن شَعور.
و تَعود تَصبُ الغِياثُ دموعٌ..دموع
بَاحِثًا عَن الطَريق مِن الغيوم، إليّ.
رَاقصنِي في القَاعة الصامِته، تفاخُرًا
أطعمنِي مِن بَقايا الحَلوى، كرمًا
و تُراقصنِي..في القاعة الفَارِغة خجلًا
و تُطعمنِي مِن فُتات ما تَبقى..بُخلًا.