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I lay here, unarmed, and vulnerable to the damage that has been done. I want to cry, I can cry and I will.
The feeling of it all, discomforts me, hypnotizes me, leaves me wondering; who have I got left? I think and the answer terrifies me, shakes me; how come? I have no one.
These breaths, they puzzle me, how do I breathe for nothing? No one?
And yet so eagerly, I look up for better things, brighter beginnings, but the thought ends, will I truly be happy? Can something powerful enough in the days ahead of me give me comfort? Bring me peace?
Yes I have been fooled, betrayed several times now. I have figured out my flaws; I trust too much, love too much, and forgive. I don’t know why but I seem to refuse giving up this false matter, false clinging to this object, idea, or spirit, named “Hope”.
Yes it beats me up, yes I have been slain, slaughtered, and shattered; in the walls of denial, and query I was trapped, destined to taste suffer, with the eyes of mine I did see, moments, and events that slaughtered me like ice and fire, those eyes of mine, show me things I don’t wish to see, they slaughter me, although part of me, organs of my being, they still do. In the times where I thought I was strong, in times where I thought hope would save me, now it shatters me in the presence of all thy people, makes me its slave by clinging to it, begging for mercy, for chances, and for that I am weak. They all thought I was strong, unbreakable, but now everything proves them wrong; I do break..
These tears I thought will cleanse me, purify, and strengthen me, but now whenever I do cry; those tears are just like whips that drain out my strength, deteriorate my goals, and terrorize my dreams, and so I abandon them..

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The Cruel- Beautiful World

I am here 
In a different time and place
In which tears of joy of one
Unfolds the tears of discrimination of another
Such a cruel and beautiful place 
This world can be
Such happiness and melancholy 
It can cause 
To trade the laughter of a hundreds 
With the wretchedness of one
Is such an unpardonable sin
Where love is such a misguided emotion 
And jokes just become an exotic offence
And people no longer go by the principle of respect 
Where habits and manners become the past tense of an old lifetime
Where everyone says such things as 
“No one loves you” 
Where every low- life disrespects an ordinary 
Where people who cry and weep 
Are the people that speak of fact?
And people that are strong and rarely do they weep 
Are the bad?
Nonsense after Nonsense 
Sanity Losing Sanity
World decreasing in faith
Word becomes worthless 
And I sit here
And I am to blamed
Of things that do not cause any shame
I am here, sitting and receiving offences
Of people who their duty is to love? To care? 
Such an ironic place this world has become 
Such a spell of loathing is cast upon us
And we, who fight are in this spell
To be condemned

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Thank You, Oh God

Is it possible? This new dawn to wake upon? To build all thee shallow hope onto? Maybe.., maybe not, why not try then? Sure we’ll have broken hearts and shadowed trust, in trusting hope, but the hell we are broken, we are down? Why the hell not hope again although it kills us? Try again, although we’ll lose? After all let’s gamble, and whatever comes out, comes out.
Let’s hope or perhaps look forward to better things, although they would never be, the pleasure of their thought give us temporary happiness, so why not treasure this little delight while we have it?
Yes we are fragile, we are strong, we are hopeless, we are hopeful, we are afraid, we are fearless. It’s all this run around, going back and worth; doubt and regret follows us around, fear and anxiety strikes us again. But we are human.
We can trust again although we have been betrayed various times, we can love again although we have been heart broken, soul beaten, after all we did cry, we did consume the water of our soul over and over, thinking it’ll do us a little good or not thinking at all, just crying, easing, or although straining us, we do it.
After all this, this crying, this loving, this betraying, this losing, this lying, this fearing, this ever-all tiring living, we go back to our source, our creator, our guide, our merciful God, we all call upon him, asking forgiveness and strength. Crying in his name, tears of tiredness, of misery, of pleading, of salvage, we give him our all, we drop everything, and pray, cry, pray, ask him “Oh God, all merciful, when all thy people left us, betrayed us, we have none to come back to, oh save us, oh love us, we have none other than you”
And we repeat this over and over, crying once more, then falling, our tears they exhaust us, consume us, we close our eyes, and as The Merciful casts mercy upon us, we sleep, we die, then after a while, we wake up again with new eyes, new skin, new thoughts, a sense of comfort is wrapped within us; we are eased “Thank You, Oh God” we whisper.

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My Personality

Trousers and tights shirts
Tights and baggy blouses
Buff boots and converse
Heelys without wheels I do
Is what I wear 
Is what I am 
Is what I be 
Under that dress and flats
Behind that hair style and makeup
Is what I pretend to be
Is what people want me to be
Is what they want from me
It’s a switch in personality 
From boy to girl 
Or that is what they say?
I act boyish?
I am being me 
But they just won’t accept me 
It’s not like I committed a crime against nature 
I was just being me
Acting to be myself
And that is my nature
But what people also say 
What I also noticed about myself 
I intend to succeed in having
Two personalities
Tough? Soft? 
Wild, sensitive?
Adventurous, poetic?
Athletic, lazy
Singer, screamer 
Dancer, deep?
Fighter, surrender?
Strong, weak…
Is that what they say?
Or is it just mixed up? 
I’m glad I do…

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Israel So He Calls It

You call it Israel carelessly 
You call it that thoughtlessly 
Unquestioning is it okay? 
Unnoticing the decay 
The strong hold of all the Palestinians 
The firm desires it will be free again 
Did you see or have you went blind
To all the things they did
To all the slaughter 
They have caused
To the destruct of all homes
To the raze of all mosques
To the perish of many souls
Strong great Palestinians 
They did not do but stand 
Defending their beloved country
They did not do but fight back 
For what the Jews did 
And you call it 
You call it again 
Israel…
For if they killed, burned, and tortured
It will never be theirs to own 
It will never be theirs to name
It will never, never be theirs to cling too
It has been, is being, and will be
Only Palestine…






Written by: louzana nubani
Dedicated and directed to: Paulo Coelho

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All What People Say

I don’t know 
I just don’t know anymore 
Tears sting in my eyes
I thrive to release them 
But then all would ask “why” 
Signs and people 
Make me believe I’m doing something wrong 
But my heart 
That fragile pounding voice 
That bleak passionate emotion 
That thing that makes me who I am 
Shouts to me to let down my tears 
To shut out all thy people 
To do the thing that feels right 
To do the one thing I love more than anything 
Make people laugh, and smile 
Be there, just be there 
Supporting, believing, praying 
But then all would judge 
And the pureness would turn into guilt 
The guilt that would strangle me 
Strangle me into exhaustion and confusion 
And I would lie, hide, and change 
And people would notice 
They would ask “why” 
And I don’t want that 
Sometimes I wish if things weren’t things 
If words are easily done 
I wish if I could wake up 
Knowing every doubt and worry is gone 
Every ache, and asphyxiation mended 
But no 
The sun will come up again 
With every ray, there will be darkness 
With every hope it brings, shattered 
With every glee, agony will settle 
And we will shut it out 
With curtains and veils 
In the tears, darkness, and ache 
We were brought 
And in them we shall prosper

Best Poems Written by Louzana Nubani

After You Died

I'Ll Protect You Till I Die

Pain

Promise Me

Cruel Hope

The Cruel- Beautiful World

Thank You, Oh God

My Personality

Israel So He Calls It

All What People Say