I CANNOT TELL
WHETHER MY PAIN IS FAKE OR REAL
ALL THEY ASK IS HOW I FEEL
I HATE MYSELF

Roses are red
Netanyahu is a swine
I pray to the Lord for
A free Palestine

One day I'll grow wings,
So big and strong.
Not fragile, not weak
Like my shattered soul.

One day I'll grow wings and stand tall,
And I wont give up, wont fall.
As the astronaut reaches it's Moon,
I'll be there waiting for you.

One day I'll grow wings and die,
A destiny that is meant for us all.

🎭

What I truly feel
doesn’t survive the telling.

It breaks
on the edge of language…
leaving only
a softened version
for others to understand.

while the real thing
keeps burning quietly
where no words can reach.

🎭

You are more radiant than the sun
my words lean upon
you like gravity pushes us down
but in those sounds
are the meanings that ground
my very existence
and life
if anything relates to you
it tends to send me into a dreaming state
Scheming late
to win you at all costs
in this game of life
which trees survive frosts
to bear fruit
like actions
you are more than a distraction
you are my everything
and yet I keep coming back
and I am taken
my heart is awakened not bored
I live aboard your wishes
which dance like dandelion seeds
on the wind
I love you I love you I love you lots.

They asked me once,
“Why do you always take the hard path?”

I said,
“It’s not that I choose it
It’s just the only path I see.”

Not all of us are given options.

Some roads are rough
because that’s all there is.