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Oumayma Boumhali Poem
Colorful Sins.
What should I do with my pain ?
Throw it away again
What have you done with your love
You once told me that it goes above
Above all the limitations of sky
you even painted it, but did it dry ?
Go ahead and wash me with fire
Enjoy my sorrow, it is your smile that I admire
Burn my sins with clean water
And drag my heart to the slattern
Just please let me whisper the sea in your ears
Let it feed your soul with my fears
I shall be a native heart breaker
An international crime maker
Will you Emancipate my soul from sanity
And free my useless body from gravity
Clean my eyes from all that sparkle
Let them participate in the real battle
Explode my hallucinations
Grief on my imagination
You can turn me to ashes
Watch my little heart crashes
Change the architecture of my smile
Rebuilt it in the Greek style
So my laughs will be philosophical thoughts
And we shall be two ghosts
You who hunts my dreams when I an awake
You have always been an ocean, yet I can only be a lake
Sweep my touches softly from your skin
But know that it will become so thin
And then wave me goodbye
Ill bow mull think am just shy
Until you will see these drops falling in the yellow grass
That same grass that used to be green before you pass .
Copyright © Oumayma Boumhali | Year Posted 2014
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Oumayma Boumhali Poem
You to whom I shall surrender
Why would you gift me with chaos?
And Make me swim in rivers that have gone dry
I found myself collecting dead roses
Out of graves that no one visits anymore
How far can you go?
To feed me lyrics of old songs
For my heart to beat music
And I shall wait for the rain
For the storms, inside of me
To drive in the most anticipated spring
I do not wish for my soul to be yours
I am too small, yet you fill me with emptiness
My verses are too vain
My poetry is nostalgia
My aim remains unfound
And you, you keep opening letters coming to the wrong address
Stealing trees I have spent years planting
You to whom I dedicate my weakness
Do you not wish to free me from your chains?
For They are too heavy
I can feel my abolition
Be gone, and grant me peace
All I want is to feel each season alone
You see, my ambition is not that big
I just want to see my seeds grow
Release me, I beg you
There is no place for me to hide
Leave me, for I seek to be complete
I no longer serve as your playground
Time have built me with strong bricks
To save me from earthquakes and hurricanes
But my intention is not to be saved
I do not aspire to stand against nature
I do not wish to fight wars I have not caused
So would you just leave me?
I shall be responsible of my own drowning
I shall witness my own destruction
Just let me heal my own soul
Let me hide my heart in libraries
Because you see, I do not wish to be found
I distributed my feelings in books
For one day I shall find me.
Copyright © Oumayma Boumhali | Year Posted 2015
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