Lion in a Coma

Lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to smell the fine aroma

Animal Collective

I want to smell the fine aroma

The fine aroma of Leila’s leisurely cigarettes

Not the way she smokes now.

The revolting scent of a hated habit, yearn for most.

As her homeland crumbles, Dunhill Switch to Captain Black she wishes to relax

Yet her pulmonary veins continue to throb, cinnamon sears with every pulse

Destroying her lungs the way the Lions have destroyed everything

Everything.

From her sister’s voice box, bedridden not only by a critical error but by years of rooted terror

That not only choke the throats of my paralyzed Teta but the throats of every Syrian woman, man, child.

“Don’t talk about such things on the phone ya Asma’a”

Don’t talk.

Rip your throat box out before the calamity of the consequences of free speech impend on you

Like they impended on your father

Like they impended on your mother

How can they not see?

You cannot impend upon bravery.

How can you not see?

The Lions will not destroy their bravery.

Mount Vesuvius is no longer dormant

Ashes of withering sorrow knotted in our knuckles

Pompeii hunters seek the informant.

Pointed bullets to the Lion’s den, bullet through his head,

Silence the chuckles.

Lion in a coma, lion in a coma

Freedom is my fine aroma

-Asma Alabed

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New Beginning

New Beginnings- Jose Portilla

             I hope you will find a love,

             So big, so deep, so pure.

             Your previous loves have made you weak,

             And the new one should be your cure.

             You are an incredible woman,

             And you deserve someone like you,

             But you made some very bad choices,

             Unfortunately this is sad but true.

             Life is unpredictable,

             Some believe that there is a fate,

             But I think that everyone has a choice,

             You only need to keep the faith.

             Love is a strange thing,

             Wakes the best and the worst in man.

             No matter how strong you are,

             You can be hurt again and again.

             I know that you haven’t changed,

             But you feel some kind of fear.

             You have to move on with your life,

             And these are the words you need to hear.

             You have to forget all bad things,

             And remove scars from your heart.

             Leave the past behind you,

             It’s time for fresh new start. 

- Pavlovic Nemanja, Serbia. 

  26-year-old Civil Engineer. 6-poem old poet. I find inspiration in everyday life. & Classic Rock rocks. 

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Pain, He Who Works Unpredictably

I have lived a life now for not too long but much to understand quite a lot of aspects of pain. Pain is not what we all think it is. Pain does not come from disasters we think will hurt us. Pain is not planned. To be clear, you cannot exactly expect yourself to know beforehand if a certain problematic situation or tragedy will sink you in pain.

People are usually called sensitive towards problems that often are not or might not be something most others react to with severe negativity. I would like to say something I tell my friends and people around me all the time. Everyone has their own meaning to any emotion. Not every lady falls for the charming, young man opposite their cubical at work. Not every man walks around seeking a female to take home for fun. So why must I get blamed for the happenings that bring me into tears and the ones which do not?

Emotion is not something that is necessarily felt with tears or laughs. I might cry if my grandfather talks about his last days but I might not the day he goes upstairs. You might fall in melancholy when your favorite singer gets injured. People will accuse you of being a dramatic, weak human, what not. But just maybe, this singer was the ‘unimportant’ reason you are still alive. The days you were almost more than half way out of your window or the days you possibly would not have gotten out of the bathroom sooner or even the days when suddenly the knife in your kitchen felt symbolic, his or her songs were there for you. The songs which contained words no other could sing better. The songs which made you smile just in one beat or melody, the songs which, word by word, sunk your heart into so many colorful feelings, that is something the accusers and criticizers will never understand.

It is our duty not to fight back the critics but imply, they are probably suffering pain as great as ours. As to defending their own heart, they have a tendency to torment others. Maybe, making others feel a little less satisfied with their life will help in making theirs’ better is what they inwardly think behind the shell of what we call innocence. Pain makes you stronger, the bigger it gets.‘You must not let pain get the better of you’ is a saying which has been heard quite a lot of times but never been clearly listened to.

For all the people suffering for whatever reason they feel, remember, this indifferent world is only testing you for your hardship and strength. Your hardship and strength is what lies deep beneath the feet of Pain that has grown stronger by time. Unleash it by walking over Pain that itself diligently awaits your defeat against him. On top of all, show the critics a good example of what they even are capable and of how they too can omit the anger and despite and indulge in joy once again.

-Iman Javed

Burger Aficionado. Crazy but Preppy Muggle. 

Heartless Angel by Jason Covert

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A Tortuous Path

Life is harsh and it is tough

The surface isn’t smooth, it’s very rough

Why do I feel so much pain?

Am I in a desert where it does not rain?

People on this planet are as clever as fox

Everyone I know is rigid of their orthodox

They are mean and they believe in selfishness

I am afraid of their evil plans and fiendishness

Their tongue seems to be like a dagger

In their eyes everyone is like a begger

Their behavior is a cause of stress

Others they just want to suppress

It is sturdy but you have to survive

With strength will you have to strive?

- Faruk Ahmad, 14, Pakistan

Amazon Under The Boom, courtesy of www.gogallery.ru

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