Poem of the Day
My Library
By Mosab Abu Toha
My books remain on the shelves as I left them last year
but all the words have died.
My books remain on the shelves as I left them last year
but all the words have died.
There is less and less difference
between your shadow
and the shadow inside you
free advertising
all day and night
Many friends came with us
and whoever did not come was no longer a friend.
my dream was to move to france
and become a warrior for the lord cuz
I was poor , confused and wasn’t sure my dad loved me
Freddie Mercury
Venus Williams
Bruno Mars
I built my home
in threatening handsome young men
on the basketball court.
Can residents who paint or draw
display art in the lobby?
No, their art might be ugly.
actually the angel’s already inside
with the groceries, carried them in
in one stupid angel trip
They close the factory
They close the school
They point with fear
When I was regional
they let me have hands