To Her, Eight Years And A Month Later, On Her Birthday
I have never forgotten yet your touch on my cheek,
I am not ready to let go.
Your memory is still on my mind,
Before I go to sleep after I wake up,
Your face is still there, smiling, looking at me.
You know, I wish I could hold you like before,
Feel the warmth of your body holding me, but I can't.
I am stuck here in this world and you are up there flying.
I guess that all wishes don't come true, but Mother,
I wish that just for a moment I could hold and kiss you.
posted by Maldoror @ 12:29 PM
5 Comments:
My gosh Maldoror...intense.
I meant to post this on the forum earlier, but here's a poem I wrote about the civil war in lebanon a long time ago. Ihath was kind enough to post it long ago. I should write more and think about politics less. it's really making me sick. Anyway, I'll be taking a break soon enough.
Peace everybody. I encourage any and all non-political posts on LBF. Thank you Maldoror for reminding me.
:)
liminal
oh, you have to scroll down a bit. sorry. it's called Nine Miles from Beirut...that's how far my family lived from Beirut during the war. And yea, I know things are in KM in lebanon, but I finished the poem away from it, so i used miles...and it sounds good with "Nine".
that's all. thanks
A m'asseoir sur un banc cinq minutes avec toi
Et regarder le soleil qui s'en va
Te parler du bon temps qu'est mort et je m'en fous
Te dire que les méchants c'est pas nous
Et entendre ton rire s'envoler aussi haut
Que s'envolent les cris des oiseaux
Te raconter enfin qu'il faut aimer la vie
Et l'aimer même si le temps est assassin
Et emporte avec lui les rires des enfants
Et les mistrals gagnants...
Big bone-crushing hug, my dearest Maldoror (k)(k)
we see them in our dreams
and feel them in our hearts
for they are always with us
behind a door which
we someday will pass
and the time in between
is our agony
but also our time to live
to be alive
to be what they want us to be
happy
somehow
in this world
til we reach the next
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