إنه مجرد وهم

expressive free-writing blog. all rights reserved to Reem AL-Abdullah, 2017(c)

Month: November, 2016

1:11 am

hands that surge the soul with utter joy, grip the edges of my universe within your grasp and dress yourself with my galaxies.

shoulders that represent the slumping flanks of a dormant volcano waiting to be discovered as the greatest of all high mountains.

a face like the clear skies of mid-summer with three suns for both eyes, and the holiest of all grins; that give infinite warmth to even one’s deepest pits dwelling within the soul.

when it comes to your spirit? your beautiful, godly heart and extraterrestrial love!? words seize to do you justice, lover. for only the joys that I feel within the depths of my existence lies the only human aspect that could clearly only try to make the rest fathom your greatness; and oh my greater love for you on par!
engulf me, engulf me, consume my atoms; creating our own dimension of spacetime. like merging worlds; expand my horizons.

”يصبح الكون مختلفًا عندما تعشق النار الماء“
November 28th, 2016 5:55am

View on Path

The ember of the skies and oceans within my heart; “my sun”

And I say I will love you until the end of me; cause time is pointless without my realization of it.
Reality as a hoax and I am immortal as long as your heart beats within me.
I am yours; till the end of the beyond. Impossible.

/Different Lands for Just You and I/

November 8th


I had certainly died,
for my birth, begins each time, in the recollection of the beautiful image of her wide, fire-lit brown eyes.
I have no other memory of warmth but that I had in between her..
cradled in her grasp I have learnt the beauty of being a female, moreover the bliss of getting loved by one.
Then I die; once more, surpassing the meaning of just being in love.

November 2nd


Love intoxicates you, leads you to believe in the unfathomable;

then breaks your bones -at your will- and asks you to rely on your crutches of a lover; “they can surely withstand you for the rest of your time.”
so you’re consumed by the ideal that it’s only your right.
I hate being a burden. I hate all of this.

/Crippling Hate./

October 25th


As the gold disappears from my locks, sweet armored princess of mine, wake me from my jaded slumber; show me your world for I am on the brink of leaving mine. Then meet me, meet me half way on the gates of your lips and let us create a universe of our own; gentle lover of mine, I will save you and you will save me. I promise to love you. Just meet me there.
Kiss me. One more time, but please this time, let it be everlasting.

/I Can’t Help but Cave in From Time to Time/

August 29th


I don’t need you to make sense,

I need you to be real.
Forever is pointless to my decaying existence; be worthwhile. Time is not real or at least not how we were made to believe it to be; simply a dimension.

no past no future; our forever is now.
Hold me, I am weak despite my seemingly strong exterior. (how?)
I cry in silence cause I have been called a coward one too many times as I got hurt too often.
Be different, I am tired. Bent out of shape. Do not correct me. Love me as I am now.
Weak breaths and shaky hands, words underlined with true-naive- promises. That is all the lost child I was born to be could genuinely give.
Be the home I long for. My broken legs are giving up on me. I do not know what it is I am supposed to want besides that. A home. Home..

August 24th


Fuck words,

fuck thinking about how you would swoon over my like-no-other loving promises.
I don’t feel like simply having you understand how invested I am in you.. Us.
My sweet dream of the future.
My all-time companion; I want to prove it to you.
I want to grab your hand, run towards the end and never let you go. Still.
Those eyes of yours control me; will forever do so.
Nothing could come between us, I will fight it with my life. And whatever comes next.
I am yours to hold and love or to be taught a life lesson. I vow. I am in love; truly.

/Vows. /This Is It.
August 22nd


May I be selfish, lover?

May I desire you at all times with no guilt?
I do not know how, but I would rather not even consider fathoming a life well spent yet without you; so let me ask of you, will you be mine? for the naive forever that a hopeless romantic’s true nature cannot help but gravitate towards..
You are all that I need. Come drown your flames within my waters; rest assure I am here to free you. So warm me up; let us be free, in love.

/I Miss You./
August 5th

to E.

I still see the beauty in her chaos,

as I recline in my chair staring at what is left of her within my capsule.

as for my vessel,

she left a burn-mark on my right arm; the one she instinctively held when we were at the edge of our free-fall..

a muse she clearly still remains.

a true love she was.

if I could ask for her distorted forgiveness once more .. I would.

but what is the point?