INDECISO // MAJID ALTURKI

It’s horrible how fast
These raindrops
Run from one spectrum
To the other in a matter of
Nanoseconds.
In a nano, I catch one
Laying upon the warm cells,
Hoping to break free from the
Dark layers that cease
"Evaporation."
In the nano right after,
I catch one racing
Against the odds
Of this world
But with no success
Whatsoever
It falls off the flesh,

Dreamless
Hopeful

Hopeless
Dreamful.

These drops desire the sky
And the shelter of the clouds,
Losing it
And spilling what's
Left of the mad-house
Hoping, dreaming
Only to find solace
Within the torn
Cells of its
Raw, organic molecules..
Killing each and every drop,
Never to rise again.

Under the surface, the raindrops are happy. The raindrops feel lonely. The raindrops are free. The raindrops can not make up their minds, for they have always felt this way.

UNTITLED // ARMAN

According to the laws of he who had no essence of the Message he has conveyed, and those who followed with no perceiving, you shall be living in a cell.
You shall inherit the basic rights of thoughtless beings of A mind and hearts, and there are none.
Your goals rest in a shell.
Your thoughts are blasphemous, your love is plain lecherous.
Your Family revolves you, live Your life portraying their professed perfect image.
By their beliefs you shall be mislead, through the labyrinth of the lost ones.
I shall and will deceive, I won’t be clinched to their bare-self creeds.

I LOOK AT ALL THE THINGS SCIENCE DOESN'T HAVE A NAME FOR AND I POINT // HAYAT

-I give a name for the urge to lick the remains of the sun on laughters.

-I give the name for the kind of power that makes the loved be kinder than the homeless.

-I give a name to over a hundred heart beats all rhyming with “I am alive today. I am alive today.”

-I give a name to the type of breeze so gentle it slips to our marrows.

-I give a name to the exhales we let out when the love we have inside of us is so big our ribs agitate.

-I give a name to the urge to shout your name in a room filled with strangers who know nothing about us.

-I give a name to shadows that I don’t know who are they following but I give a name to them any way because they sometimes feel like home.

-I give a name to the power that pushes you when a flock of birds move past you.

-I give a name to the type of holy some corners seem to be whispering out. I give a name to the positions we had to mold ourselves in just so nobody knows we were kissing.

-I give a name to the type of morning that wakes you up aching so badly your feet twist and your body throws you from bed to tell you that this is not love.

-I give a name to the type of forgiveness we never forgive ourselves for giving.

-I give a name to the gravity that exists in voices, lips, skins and seasons.

-I give a name to my type of denial that makes me never admit that your love is the reason I became a name giver of all of these things.