is it crazy how weak i feel falling in love?
it is stronger to start to cling onto an unfamiliar season
and wade through its frozen river.
it is stronger to let a fragment of yourself stray into the bog,
approach a stranger with olive branch eyes
reaching out for a piece of your soul
you weren’t sure even existed.
is it crazy how weakness is all i think of love?
a mistake, a mishap, something to do-over.
i need stronger arms, stronger limbs.
i was so much more as a child,
playing with love in my hands; bending it whichever way i deemed fit.
there is possibility in adamant denial:
a curse for a lover disguised as apathetic.
i am stronger in love than it seems,
only weakness is simple to grab onto
allowing the tiredness to creep onto my eyelids
and the force of sleep beckons me.
loving is giving up,
loving is sinking into quicksand in shallow waters.
love is strength masquerading as weakness,
a pale creature moving in the bog.
how come i am so scared of love when that is all i am made up of?
every little embrace, every small favor, every tiny chuckle,
every good cry, every rekindling, every intermingled life in mine.
i am strong for believing in something as fragile as love,
that could crumble in my hands at any moment,
yet gently still holding it so that it may remain.

I haven’t been happy
since I heard your voice
leave me

Create your own story with your
Glistening smiles
Kind words
Loving heart
Acts of kindness
Helping hands
Charitable deeds
Inspiring ideas
Unforgettable imprint
Make it a breath-taking story
A story that will inspire generations to come

Hussein Dekmak

People talk, more than I.
I am ashamed of my past,
And confused about my life.
Where the history, of many lineages
Is well-described:
I am unaccustomed with mine.
What I know, of right & of wrong,
Is it predicated on the rule of the weak
By that of the strong?
The gaze thus glares from my eyes,
Does it live in black & in white?
Does bruised fruit still grow ripe?

İ woke up with an aching heart
Soaked in a flood
Only to realise it was salty
İ could feel my heart strings tightening
What really happened?


Tip toeing down memory lane
İt started flooding back
Unlike the one i woke up in
This one was bitter
What the hell is going one?


The bitter taste in my mouth lasted forever
As my chest became tighter
Gasping for breath
As if fighting with my body
İ remembered
İ now knew what had happened.


The foggy memory had cleared
As bright as day
For all to see
The reason for my tears
The reason for my pain
The reason i woke up half alive
İ had lost you
Without word or warning


The nights became darker
No stars no moon no light
The days became unbearable
As if left in the middle of a Desert
İf i couldn't have have you
Then death would be my solution
And as i jumped off a cliff
Just before i hit the ground
İ woke up soaked
İn a sea of tears
But at least in this life i still had you
And I smiled
What a awful nightmare

If content is king,
clarity is queen.
Are you brave enough
to rule the world?

I’m the weakest man, or so I claim to be
Been wandering for so long, in my hellish land, in my stormy sea
Never found the courage to denounce what I proclaimed
As I found myself lost, distraught and ashamed

Then I’ve met a little girl, smiling, but I know she’s sad
Seen within her eyes, a sorrow I once had
A woe that can’t easily be erased by others
At least no one did for me as I put my pieces together

She’s broken beyond recognition and living each day bitter
But I know and will believe that she can put the pieces back,
For even as the weakest man, I can put mine together
What more a woman as strong as her, blessed with courage and luck

She made a mistake and ****** up I presumed
In any way, she thought she was doomed
All hope is lost and darkness already swallowed light
But I want to speak with all my heart, Girl, I believe you can fight!

Don’t be ashamed, you are already great
Baring one's heart once again is an amazing feat
The world is just not in the right… girl you are not wrong
It’s okay to cry, it has been too hard to you for so long

I hope to say to that girl, if I can meet her again
Don’t hesitate to seek the weakest in traversing the rain
Even though it’s a fight you alone will have to fight in the end
Who said that you can’t ask the assistance of the wind?

--- This is the world’s weakest man going out
--- Created April 4, 2022
--- Last revised June 14, 2023