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Beautiful Arabic words and their significances

  • Amal (أمل) Meaning: hope
  • Al-fana (الفناء) Meaning: demise
  • Al-sarab (السَّرَاب) Meaning: mirage
  • Daweyt (داويت) Meaning: healed
  • Firdaus (فردوس) Meaning: paradise
  • Shawq (شوق) Meaning: longing
  • Moutala’li’a (متلألئة) Meaning: sparkling
  • Nour (نور) Meaning: light
  • Oum (أم) Meaning: Mother or origin
  • Eftinan (افتنان) Meaning: adoration
  • Hethian (هذيان) Meaning: delirium
  • Fosayfisa’ (فسيفساء) Meaning: mosaic
  • Al-na’eem (النعيم) Meaning: bliss
  • Yaqeen (يقين) Meaning: certainty
  • Ejlal (إجلال) Meaning: honor
  • Qamar (قمر) Meaning: Moon
  • Yatajathaboon (يتجاذبون) Meaning: they are attracted
  • Shams (شمس) Meaning: Sun

beyondgenre:

I guess we all have a little bit of ‘i want to save the world’ in us, but i just want to put it out there that it’s okay if you are able to only save one person and it’s also okay if that person is you.

Movie: Reality bites.

Shadows Of A Ghost.

This darkness is so vast
I feel like I’m falling so fast.
And with every fall I fear
I’ll never make it out of here.
That one day you’ll wake and
I’ll simply disappear,
as if I was never really here.

Sometimes I Wonder..

Sometimes I wonder,
if you ever feel remorse
or understand the gravity
of the pain your actions caused.

I don’t think you do
or you wouldn’t continue,
to put me through the daily abuse.

Sometimes I wonder,
if you could go back
would you do it all over again?
If you knew now what you didn’t back then?

Just Another Statistic

I fear I’ll end up
just another number.
Another statistic
on a spreadsheet.

Lost in the wave,
all those souls
forgotten.

Will anyone
remember our names.
What will I become to you?

Just a number;
One hundred and thirty two.
Which one am I to you?


(132 is the average number of suicides every day in America)

Because everyone loves someone, and anyone who loves someone has had those desperate nights where we lie awake trying to figure our how we can afford to carry on being human beings. Sometimes that makes us do things that seem ridiculous in hindsight, but which felt like the only way out at the time.

—Fredrik Backman, Anxious People.

Partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian

partly because of my love for you,

partly because of your love for yoghurt

partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches

partly because of the secrecy our smiles

take on before people and statuary.

—Frank O'Hara, Having A Coke With You.

I can’t remember if I thought about this at the beginning. How it was doomed to end unhappily.

He nodded looking at me. I did, he said. I just thought it would be worth it.

— Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends.

literarymessy:

His hand moves over her hair and he adds:

I love you. I’m not just saying that, I really do.

Her eyes fill up with tears again and she closes them. Even in memory she will find this moment unbearably intense, and she’s aware of this now, while it’s happening. She has never believed herself fit to be loved by any person.

Sally Rooney, Normal People.

Marianne told him this thing about her family. He didn’t know what to say. He started telling her that he loved her. It just happened, like drawing your hand back when you touch something hot. She was crying and everything, and he just said it without thinking. Was it true? He didn’t know enough to know that. At first he thought it must have been true, since he said it, and why would he lie? But then he remembered he does lie sometimes, without planning to or knowing why. It wasn’t the first time he’d had the urge to tell Marianne that he loved her, whether or not it was true, but it was the first time he’d given in and said it.

Sally Rooney, Normal People.

He’s not someone who feels comfortable confiding in others, or demanding things from them. He needs Marianne for this reason. This fact strikes him newly. Marianne is someone he can ask things of. Even though there are certain difficulties and resentments in their relationship, the relationship carries on. This seems remarkable to him now, and almost moving.

—Sally Rooney, Normal People.

I know I’m not a great guy, he said. But I do love you, you know. Of course I do. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, but I didn’t know if you wanted to hear it. I’m sorry.

I was smiling. My eyes were closed still. It felt good to be wrong about everything. Since when have you loved me? I said.

Since I met you, I would think. If I wanted to be very philosophical about it, I’d say I loved you before then.

—Conversations With Friends, Sally Rooney.

Hollows of heart

The blood pours again.

Leaking through the cracks,

Dripping down the legs.

Finally a mirror

Under the feet.

Not roses.

Not thorns.

Just the shade of life

I kept running away from.

Sleep child, close your eyes & dream. Today is over but, tomorrow will soon arrive again. No need to wait up, waiting for darkness to fade. Morning will come. You will change, becoming different from day to day, although all else in the world will feel the same…

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