Certainly:
Prose poem in collaboration with Zi Zoe
My pain calls you
screams ghalabni
(took over me)
no one answers
but an echo
no one hears,
How bumpy
is the path to you?
She has grit;
Salty remarks tasteful
Whoever
loved you,
before me
I do not see!
Our conversations are
my only our concern
I dedicate my heart
without hypocrisy
or
hypocritically
For your sake ;
I sacrifice my time
life’s cheapest form of redemption
to say Ta’burni
( I hope you put me in the grave)
every morning
AND
every evening
If night came during the day,
I would not embrace the morning shams (sun)
She’s gifts of myrrh;
In the glow of a evening star-
On your heart full of frankincense
I cry out for redemption!
Your name has become letters
of satire for me!
after you
has become
between me,
and hostility lack of sleep!
Your name the curved
drawing of my heart-
depth in my soul
became soft as silk cloth,
WITHOUT YOU
I would feel the seriousness
of the worlds emptiness
Let the twelfth virgin
caress me,
I answer with arrogance
this heart is hers alone;
the most beautiful of
Eve's daughters!
Your love owns
this heart
AND
stirs up a pot of feelings
deliciously, for you
I ask it?
He knew, yaqeen min aamri
(I am fully confident)
I am your sincere
beloved!
I missed scythe of the phantom
chasing me!
Her heart full of tohooranin (purity)
like a angel-
who comes to me
in my wake,
repetitive lullabies
does not miss my eyes
like a blink of an eyelid
The reader of my words,
I love her with yaqeen
(Certainty)
and I am not guilty
I love her with yaqeen
(Certainty)
and she has no trick
I love her with yaqeen
(Certainty)
and she is my wish
O, hear sincerity in my voice
Daweyt
(You healed my soul and put it
back together)
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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