Silent words

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‏"ولعلّك زرعتَ نفسك في غير أرضِك ، فذبلت"

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we lie partly to paint a better picture of ourselves; connecting our fantasies to the person we wish were rather than who we really are.

cannot stop thinking about "if soulmates do exist they're not found. they're made" and how much more wonderful a concept it is. you were not made to fit with someone else, you were made to be yourself and it's up to you to choose who fits with you and how they fit. you get to wake up every day and choose to have the people you love the most belong with you and that makes it so much more meaningful than some random act of fate forcing you together

I don't think people realize just how much strength it takes to pull out yourself from a dark place mentally. If you are someone, who has done it or has been doing it every single day. I admire you because the strength you have shown is not something easy. It needs to be acknowledged and am proud of you.

Silent words pinned «There i saw a kid behind a tree A tree not typical as we know or see Branches from far,limbs from near Screams so loud so painful to hear River down the hill yet not clear As i got close,the agony I couldn't adhere There sat a kid behind a tree Not the typical…»

There i saw a kid behind a tree A tree not typical as we know or see Branches from far,limbs from near Screams so loud so painful to hear River down the hill yet not clear As i got close,the agony I couldn't adhere There sat a kid behind a tree Not the typical tree or a child that you would see Blood flowing non stop pouring Is it a nightmare or is it really happening Scenes from a horror movie Too cruel to be a constant reality As I stepped further To the kid as i get closer I noticed snowflakes, how could it be in the middle of summer As they touched my skin ,it started to burn,snowflakes from hell what a bummer As i went further i started hearing a sound A sound so hedious my ears started to bleed all of a sudden Too evil to be true i presumed Certainly it's just a nightmare I assumed And there was the kid behind the tree Speechless from the images that i see I asked the kid how does it feel The kid with trauma, a trauma that may never heal He was smiling covered with blood and ash As he spoke in a hurry in a rush As if somebody is going to twist his tounge make him go hush He said with tears down his cheek This is what it feels like when cruelty reaches its peak I'm not the typical kid you know Who dreams to be a doctor all grown Me ,no i can't even dream I was born in a world of shadow without a gleam I live every single day as if it is my last Cause all of a sudden I could be part of the past I play,I laugh,I smile as if it my last Cause all of a sudden their hell on me they can cast Too loud,too painful, too fast Too quickly turned into the rubles of the past I dream to just exist,where my breathe isn't a burden Where i amnt a corpse all of a sudden Where I don't feel thousands of shattered pieces in despair With those innocent eyes he asked is it possible for all of this to be fair Don't I matter he pledge to me as he stare As he continued to tell me his story One that's painful so scary I look up at the sky,the sky that was once calm Yet now it's melody changed, a merciless slam I wonder if i wake up,if i could still lift up my palm They say I am a human animal,that I am a monster All the evilness,all the filth,I foster Maybe cause they see my face Covered in ash dripping in blood, they think I'm a lost case You can see right,the light that is with in Maybe you don't, maybe it's trapped in the glooms of the rubble never to be seen They say children are colorful flowers when they bloom But our petals were always painted red,picked apart from the womb Speechless stuttering, I asked why are you sitting here Behind the shades of bodies,overflowing blood and bursting sounds you hear He smiled again these aren't bodies or limbs This isn't just a tree as it seems Here I laughed with my sister and brother Heard stories like mine from my mother and father This was a peaceful, happy place for us Our own spot where nobody steals joy from us Where we felt free ,not like s subhuman class In dread of the answer I might get I asked where are they now ,have they left They are scattered he replied Scattered on the river side Scattered in the ground a land so wide Scattered with no where to be found You were asking me why Why I am sitting here,behind these tree I am here waiting to be taken Taken to a better place a safe heaven Where I am not punished for being a kid Where I am not pictured as a rotting seed Where I am not covered in ash,where i don't bleed I am waiting to be part of these rivers Where my body never shakes nor shivers I was so eager to help him As his sound was fading becoming so dim His last words he uttered You have seen how i suffered You have seen how my body is battered You have seen how my family is scattered You have seen how my dreams where shattered Yet to come to my aid nobody bothered This is my story the kid behind the tree For they have made me body-less I beg you not to make me voiceless I beg you not to make my tragedy nameless In your prayers REMEMBER ME How a child grew up in conditions he wasn't supposed to be #Šk #istandwithpalestine @silent_words_sk

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Silent words pinned «The untold stories This are the one which were put aside In the shadow of their despair to hide Wishing to have a life from the normal kind From the ruins a glimpse of happiness to find These are the ones whose voices were taken away Their dreams burning…»

The untold stories This are the one which were put aside In the shadow of their despair to hide Wishing to have a life from the normal kind From the ruins a glimpse of happiness to find These are the ones whose voices were taken away Their dreams burning through the crispy fire When survival became their only desire Breathless with nothing to say Just like that left away How can I describe it Every single day they feeling it Weakened searching for a shelter From this merciless monster Wishing this was the last drop From their bleeding eyes Tired of hearing the lies Faces covered with ashes Children faced down with clashes It’s hard to dream freely When your soul is bleeding To your screams no one hearing When the void inside you is growing It’s tough to see the rainbows clearly Yeah sick of this feeling Always living in fear Suppressing their pain Terrified from the bombs that they hear Dropping like an endless rain Its just hard to even visualize What they going through every single day  Their sufferance their pain something heavy to say How many off them should die till we realize They’re humans just like us isn’t that true Breathing the same oxygen as we do Only theirs is filled with dust and blood And pile of bodies like river they flood It’s disappointing when we are fine With the massacre that happening Like we’re monsters without feeling For their agony not caring Cause with it not dealing May be it is a sign That we have crossed the line Our light stopped to shine Acting like Human when it’s only at best of our interest And the values of life we changed to dust #Palestinian_LiVEs_MaTTeR #ŠK

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What Will You Say? When I was little, I used to sit by the window and watch the world go by And my, oh my, did the world go by Because time flew, yes time flies And it carries us all to the day we're six feet deep with services by graveside And all we ever really want is for it to be a great ride So I used to sit in the backseat on the driver's side passing time And I'd watch every single car that passed us by Or at least I'd try And at ten years old, all I could think was I wonder where they're gonna go on the day they die And still to this day I look out my window And sometimes I roll it down and I let the wind blow And I close my eyes and I listen to the sound of travelers traveling by With the Sun on my face as it illuminates the sky And I could still hear the sweet voice of my mom from those long Sunday drives She'd say, "Son, you can be anything that you want to be And if it were up to me, I'd make you believe that God's plans for you aren't make-believe, they're reality" And Mom I've been out here living those dreams and I hope you're proud of me Because you taught me what it's like to live life powerfully #clay @flawsome_poetry