280 but First

by Sunshine   Feb 18, 2015


The poem two hundred eighty
but the first, to pen down your sunlight
messages and merge them with bold ink
into my own loving words.

Shall you be the companion
of my unfinished but abandoned poetry,
or the savior of my crumbling literature-world
of wretchedness and love-
love.

You wormed silently like a spirit into
the secret depths of my soul,
have you captivated me with magic,
or have you awestruck me with authenticity-

of that, I am not sure.

For you are the only magic, in this
world of science that has burdened
me with facts and oxygen,
yet you are the only chest-lightening truth
in this world of lies that has chocked
me with soil powder.

280 poems but the first,
to finally find its ultimate possessor,
a poem that perhaps will not be finished,
but shall never be forsaken.

by: Rania Moallem

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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This is a brilliant poem. There's a really unique feel to this piece which I enjoyed immensely. Well done, Rania,
    All the best,
    Ben

  • 9 years ago

    by gumshuda

    Willow got it right... ;)
    You be jealous of a person whom you want to become like... Whose qualities you like... Or who has something which you wish even you could attain...
    And because they are or have qualities you wish you had... You tend to like them and love them...

    So haha.... I love you ran :D

  • 9 years ago

    by Brookie

    Dont you know that the biggest form of flattery is jealousy... x3 they ser you're jealous but they take it as a compliment because they love you so much

  • 9 years ago

    by Tim

    Yeah Queeny go study! you need to get into that university :P

  • 9 years ago

    by Sunshine

    Hahaha egh go study!

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