Author: naswithnotepads
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I Want To, I Want You (too)
by Fatma Latif I want to fuel your mornings, stir it up with the magic of a 2AM conversation I want to nurture your passion, to withstand it, have you slide onto mine with eyes closed and heavy longing flowing from your bores I want to build foundations inside your mind, mental bridges, penetrating connection,…
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Who Am I?
by Zahra Berama I nurture gardens of bonsai homegrown from emotional soil. Where the trees leaves perspire like injections of externalized pain. An agricultural architect: I grow homes from the bottom of my heart… And then sell them to my left-handed pen. I build truths you will never understand. Erected from grains of maniacal sand,…
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I Never Told You
by Galal Saeed You are fake and knowing you was a big mistake Go away for God’s sake, you are a liar you are a snake I hate you truly, I truly do Every cell in me hates every cell in you That’s what I told you.. That’s what I sent you.. But forget the messages…
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A Conversation
by Rashad Abdulrahman He said, You spell “lust” by the way you walk It’s the word that your gait utters, and When you turn around I can trace it on your tight skirt Wrapped around your panties to revel the same letters, and Frankly, I’m ashamed that you excite me I’m ashamed that my head…
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Of Theocracy (Echo Factory)
by 1RD Guns and sticks and holy scripts; The rope that keeps us bound. Yet fading light, urges might; We firmly stand our ground. As light shines through the darkness With ease deprived of pride, Our songs will slice the silence, Drumming up hope in stride. The storms of change are singing, A song of…
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Untitled
by Ayah Musaad Not normal bodies but plain skeletons painted with flesh. Heads swollen, concave stomachs, tired eyes and stick-thin legs… Kids with no childhoods, orphans; innocents forced to live in fear and stress. More children, more mothers and more fathers die, Everyday, like falling raindrops… Some leave their children to this world, Leave their…
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An Orphan's Interpretation
by Ahmed Salah Yes I am… Yes i am the bastard , You’ve been talking about The son of the sin & the product of the lushy moment they had Don’t say it to ur friends in the back Try to be a man & stand up in my face & say يا ابن الحرام…
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Strokes
by Ali Guduf Within the marshes of misconception the extracts of souls lost country the difference in art to person a day missed upon a once upon a time,anon a bequeathed sentiment falsely enriched on a feeling of dire enrollment seized Evading an endless stretch of time Fleeing as ticks of clock waiting Disembarking from…
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Azza عزة
by Maabad Said (Temple) Well, Azza is supposed to be my mom And I love my mom But with all my heart i really, really hate her But I’m not standing here trying to debate her And you might call me a traitor GUILTY AS CHARGED !!! But my defense is I’ve removed all the…
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The NWN Feature: { Enas Suleiman }
This month’s feature poet is one of the guiding forces behind the establishment of Nas with Notepads. Enas Suleiman’s voice carries a special blend of romance and realism. NWN interviewed Enas to get a closer look at the poet and her creative process. 1. When did you start writing? I started writing when I was…