MY SOUL IS A FLAME
[Verse 1]
My soul is a flame
dancing on the breeze
So proud to have taken away
a bit of darkness
Proud to have given warmth
to a cold world full of hate
Where truth has become
a weak light
And where lies are
like blown sand in the eyes
Hearts are blind,
minds are corrupted
and trails are lost ..
[Chorus]
I’m falling into the void
Where the only sound
I can hear,
is the sound
of loneliness ..
[Verse 2]
My heart can’t
trust the weakest of winds
Fearing total darkness
Each breath could be a signal
of a potential danger
Each smile could be a spark
from a black star
And each gaze
could be the blaze of distraction ..
[Verse 3]
It’s a world of distaste,
of despise of devastation
Selfishness and greed
are the only friends
My flame can hardly be fueled
by true love
A flame getting weaker
after each breeze ..
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Like a fragile yet resilient flame dancing in the darkness, this poem illuminates the profound struggle of maintaining one’s inner light in a world grown cold with indifference and deception. Through evocative imagery of a soul as a wavering flame, the poet captures both the pride of bringing warmth to a harsh world and the vulnerability of being swept away by the winds of distrust and disillusionment. The descent into the void, accompanied only by the echo of loneliness, speaks to a universal human experience—the isolation that comes with maintaining authenticity in a world where “truth has become a weak light” and lies blow like sand in our eyes. Yet there’s a quiet heroism in this struggle, even as the flame grows weaker “after each breeze.” The poem beautifully articulates how modern life has become a landscape of “distaste, despise, devastation,” where genuine connections are rare as “selfishness and greed are the only friends.” Despite this bleakness, the very existence of the flame—the act of continuing to shine, to offer warmth, to resist darkness—becomes a form of quiet rebellion. The poet’s voice emerges as both a lament for what has been lost and a testament to the enduring human spirit that continues to flicker and dance, however faintly, against the gathering dark.
INTO THE ABYSS
My eyes were closed
and I was standing on a cliff
I was scared to fall in the mist
and my body was stiff
I couldn’t make quiet
the voices in my head
And I was losing my mind
and my blood was being shed ..
Suddenly, I started falling
but I was not alone
People shouting,
from every height they were thrown
Who brought us in here,
did we do something wrong?
If we should disappear
who’s willing to sing our song?
We are the guardians of freedom
the preachers of hope
We irrigate broken hearts
with our tears drop by drop
We ease sufferings with smiles
and we heal the hunger
Now we are being irradiated
by something stronger ..
Which evil force
do not want to see love spreading?
Watching us bleeding
and preventing our grains from seeding?
Peaceful wings of love
in our bodies are growing
And on the winds of change
like birds we are flying ..
Our lights,
will guide generations to glory
And under the shining sun
they will tell our story
Then I opened my eyes and saw all the pretty lights
I’ve had an horrible dream
like all the other nights ..
The Thoughtful Poet’s “Into The Abyss” unfolds as a vivid and unsettling dream, exploring the complex interplay of fear, oppression, hope, and resilience. The poem opens with the speaker paralyzed by fear on a cliff edge, internal “voices” amplifying the anxiety. This initial image of isolation quickly gives way to a shared experience of falling, a collective descent symbolizing widespread suffering and our common struggle. The fall prompts existential questions: Why are we here? What wrong have we committed? The fear of oblivion, of our stories and sacrifices being lost, intensifies the sense of vulnerability.
Yet, amidst this despair, we identify ourselves with powerful titles: “guardians of freedom,” “preachers of hope,” and healers of broken hearts. We find strength in our shared purpose, in our commitment to love and positive change. This developing sense of identity is immediately challenged by the introduction of an “evil force,” a symbolic representation of oppression, hatred, or any power that seeks to crush love and suppress growth. This force attacks us, represented by the imagery of “bleeding” and the prevention of “grains from seeding,” highlighting the violence and suppression of potential that we face.
However, even in the face of such adversity, a transformation occurs. “Peaceful wings of love” begin to grow, a powerful symbol of resilience, hope, and the enduring nature of love in the face of hatred. The image of us flying on the “winds of change” suggests liberation and the possibility of a better future. The poem then shifts to a future perspective, envisioning a time when our struggles will be remembered, our story told, and our sacrifices honored. The “shining sun” symbolizes a brighter future born from our struggles.
The final verse’s revelation that this entire experience was a dream adds a layer of complexity. Is it a presentiment? A reflection of the speaker’s deepest anxieties and hopes? Or simply a disturbing nightmare? The fact that it’s a recurring dream (“like all the other nights”) suggests that these themes are constantly present in the speaker’s mind, emphasizing the ongoing, cyclical nature of the fight for a better world, a world where love and hope can ultimately triumph over fear and oppression.
A WORLD OF ILLUSION
You jump into the large abyss
thinking you are free
But very soon you find out
that there is nowhere you can flee
You’re in a true darkness like hell
you try to save your soul
Everyone you see around you
is pulling you in the hole ..
Sarcastic beings are burning
your fragile heart with fake smiles
They cut you when they touch
your naked body with nails like knives
Everything is spinning,
you’re in an eternal vertigo
Lies are spit like fire, you scream,
winds of hate start to blow ..
What evil authority covered the world
with its darkness
People are willing to kill themselves
with lots of harshness
Cannibals are fighting vampires
in an endless war
You fight hyenas but
you are a lion without a roar ..
You realize that all was a lie
to bring you to your condemnation
You have been lured by fake love,
what a bad temptation
You’re lost now and you understand
that in this world you’re alone
No need to fight these poisonous teeth
just succumb and moan ..
But your only hope now
is to wait for a big miracle
Close your eyes, say your prayers
and wait for something mystical
The poem “A WORLD OF ILLUSION” paints a haunting picture of life as a trap, where freedom is just an illusion and everyone is caught in a web of lies and cruelty. The poet uses striking images—like being pulled into darkness, fake smiles cutting like knives, and a world spinning out of control—to show how people are deceived and hurt by others. It’s a place where love feels false, and survival seems impossible, leaving the individual feeling utterly alone. Yet, even in this bleakness, there’s a quiet plea for hope: closing your eyes, praying, and waiting for something miraculous to break through the chaos. The poem reflects on the pain of living in a world that feels broken but hints that maybe, just maybe, peace can still be found beyond it all—whether through faith, inner strength, or surrender. It’s a raw yet poetic exploration of despair and the fragile possibility of redemption.
SAVE ME FROM MY MIND
[Verse 1 ]
Sail with me in the sea of my dreams
Away from these cynical bad screams
Voices of hate are filling up my sick ears
Enslaving my soul, feeding up my fears
[Verse 2 ]
Mysterious big shapes are after my shadow
Enemies from hell, biting like a black-widow
[Chorus ]
Faces of sarcasm are playing a bad game
Rushing hate in my veins crushing my fame
Offending my spirit with their idiotic danse
Machines of war are starting their offense
[Verse 3 ]
My dreams are running to their extermination
Yesterday’s hope is turned into abomination
[Chorus ]
Faces of sarcasm are playing a bad game
Rushing hate in my veins crushing my fame
Offending my spirit with their idiotic danse
Machines of war are starting their offense
[Verse 4 ]
Mad power is spitting all of its hate and fire
Inevitably ending patience killing my desire
Never again I can see the peaceful light
Dark evil took my pride, won every fight
[Chorus ]
Faces of sarcasm are playing a bad game
Rushing hate in my veins crushing my fame
Offending my spirit with their idiotic danse
Machines of war are starting their offense
The poem “SAVE ME FROM MY MIND” delves deeply into the internal chaos and psychological torment experienced by the poet, who feels besieged by external forces of hatred, fear, and oppression. Through vivid imagery and a pervasive sense of dread, the verses depict a mind under siege—assaulted by cynical voices, enemies from hell, and societal sarcasm that erode hope and replace it with abomination and despair. The recurring chorus amplifies this anguish, emphasizing how these destructive forces manifest as both personal and systemic attacks, symbolized by “machines of war” and “idiotic danse,” which collectively crush the spirit and fame of the individual. As the poem progresses, the poet’s desire for peace and light is extinguished, culminating in a bleak acceptance of defeat at the hands of an overwhelming darkness. This work poignantly captures the struggle against inner demons fueled by external hostility, ultimately portraying a desperate cry for salvation from one’s own mind.
THE NAKED OWL
In the wild I heard the owl crying at night
She hated the heat in the summer night
She wanted to lose all of her feathers
And refresh herself naked like the others
Like the malicious snake and the greedy lizard
She wanted to be free and hated to be a bird
I said without your feathers, you won’t fly
You will lose your beauty and you will die
She said: I don’t care about it let me try
In this summer heat I’m going to fry
She started tearing all of her wings
She didn’t care if she hurts my feelings
Then her feathers were falling one by one
And she became naked like everyone
The snake and the lizard went up the tree
Looked for the bitch who wants to be free
Listen to my precious advice, dear friend
Appreciate whatever you are until the end
Keep your values, god will answer your call
The owl lost her feathers and went to a fall
The poem The Owl’s Fall by The Thoughtful Poet explores the dangers of rejecting one’s inherent nature in pursuit of fleeting desires. The owl, dissatisfied with her feathers in the summer heat, envies creatures like the snake and lizard, who shed their skin with ease. This envy leads her to a self-destructive act—tearing away her own feathers in a misguided attempt at freedom. The imagery of falling feathers symbolizes a loss of identity and purpose, as the owl sacrifices her ability to fly, ultimately sealing her fate. The poet uses the owl’s tragic downfall as a moral lesson, emphasizing the importance of self-acceptance and valuing one’s unique attributes. The final stanza delivers a universal truth: abandoning one’s core values for temporary relief or conformity can lead to irreversible consequences. Through this fable-like narrative, the poem warns against self-betrayal and highlights the wisdom in embracing one’s true nature.
ADDICTED TO YOUR POISON
[Verse 1]
Never will I see the lights again,
I’m blind, I’m strayed
Oh! Hurtful beauty why won’t you
take off your blade?
[Verse 2]
Rivers from my heart are running
red beneath my feet
And my soul feels cold
now that I’ve lost all of my heat
[Chorus]
End this suffering, free my poor soul,
I am going insane
Reach my hands and lead me
to the doors of heaven
Save me from your hell,
I am addicted to your poison
[Verse 3]
I am too feeble to flee your love,
oh vicious comeliness
Nights and days I sink
into your dark sea of loneliness
[Verse 4]
No one can hear my cry,
I went adrift far from all hopes
On a strange desperate boat,
with neither sails nor ropes
[Chorus]
[Verse 5]
Fear is filling my heart,
I’m lost in a puzzling gloomy land
Like a dying leaf in a high tree,
I am falling onto the sand
[Verse 6]
Old memories of peace
are scattered in my aging brain
Waves of pain and agony
are flooding my body like rain
[Chorus]
In this haunting exploration of love’s destructive power, the poet weaves together images of blindness, blood, and drowning to paint a portrait of passion as both poison and prison. The paradox of “hurtful beauty” establishes the central conflict—an addiction to something simultaneously magnificent and murderous. Like a dark reimagining of medieval courtly love poetry, the verses trace the descent of a soul trapped in love’s labyrinth, where beauty becomes a blade and passion turns to poison. The imagery flows like the “rivers running red,” from physical blindness to spiritual darkness, from the cold soul to the dying leaf, creating a rich tapestry of suffering. The chorus’s plea for salvation reveals the ultimate tragedy: the speaker has become a pilgrim seeking heaven while bound to hell, caught in love’s paradoxical nature as both destroyer and desired. Through vivid maritime metaphors—the “strange desperate boat” and the “dark sea of loneliness”—the poet captures the sense of being utterly adrift in emotion’s vast ocean, while the “puzzling gloomy land” and scattered memories of peace suggest a mind fragmenting under love’s relentless assault. The final image of the dying leaf falling onto sand perfectly encapsulates the soul’s journey from heights to depths, from vitality to decay, all under the influence of a love that consumes rather than nurtures, burns rather than warms, and ultimately destroys rather than creates.
ONE WAY TO GO
[Verse 1]
Everything is no reality
In the tunnel of insanity
I am on a free fall towards hell
Land of black magic and dark spell
[Verse 2]
Where every mouth is pitting its fire
And burning flames are rising higher
I tried to catch my breath
But I can’t avoid my death
[Chorus]
Not sure who I am anymore
So, I tried to open every door
In the search of salvation
But I only find humiliation
[Verse 3]
Every face that I cross
Is darn ugly and gross
All hands are polluted with poison
Infecting my mind with confusion
[Verse 4]
I closed my eyes avoiding lies
And I let my weak soul rise
But my body kept falling low
Cause there’s only one way to go
[Chorus]
Not sure who I am anymore
So, I tried to open every door
In the search of salvation
But I only find humiliation
This poem ” ONE WAY TO GO ” drags you into a wild, scary ride through someone’s crumbling mind. The speaker feels like they’re plummeting into a personal hell—not a real place, but a mental nightmare where nothing makes sense. Flames and “black magic” aren’t just spooky details; they’re symbols of the pain and cruelty they see everywhere. Every person they meet seems twisted, and even their own body betrays them (soul trying to float up, body crashing down). They desperately search for escape or answers, but every door they open slams them with shame or disappointment. In the end, they realize there’s no way out but to keep falling. It’s like the poem says: when you’re this lost, sometimes surrendering to the darkness feels like the only choice left. But weirdly, that acceptance—giving up the fight—almost becomes a kind of freedom. It’s a sad, raw look at how pain can eat away at who you are, leaving only survival.
THE KISS OF DEATH
I just heard a cracking sound
The cry of a big thunder
The speech of pain,
The whine of a lost hope …
The doors of hell are opening …
My soul has just been hoisted
I’m being tossed into inferno
I see dark faces,
I see sufferings, I see hell
I’m full of shame,
I’m guilty of my sinful acts
I have no one to blame …
I have committed a crime
I’ve entered the forbidden realm
I’ve walked into a cursed garden
Full of beautiful trees, beautiful flowers
I was charmed by its beauty
And my soul was rocked
by the sounds of its fountains …
My eyes caught a magical tulip
She was dancing with her naked body
On the night breeze she grooved
With effortless grace she swayed
She didn’t care if I was Looking
While all my body was shaking …
My soul became her miserable slave
I was a prisoner of her dark enclave
I was addicted to her sweet smell
I was falling in love, falling in hell
I was absorbed with her freshness
And I wanted to reach her softness
So with my sinful hands I cut her
And with all of my heart I hugged her …
Suddenly, the scene was shifted
To a room of a dark queen I was lifted
Chained to her bed, my body was abated
She opened her mouth to suck my soul
She was happy to have captured this fool …
Then, I closed my eyes to get ready
And I received the last kiss of death …
In “THE KISS OF DEATH” the poem employs vivid metaphors to depict a journey of temptation, guilt, and ultimate destruction. The “cracking sound” and “doors of hell opening” symbolize an irreversible descent into chaos or moral collapse, while the “dark faces” and “sufferings” represent the haunting consequences of one’s actions. The “forbidden realm” and “cursed garden” serve as metaphors for indulgence in sinful pleasures, with the “beautiful trees” and “magical tulip” embodying seductive allure and fleeting beauty that mask danger. The tulip’s dance on the night breeze signifies temptation’s irresistible yet perilous nature, and the act of cutting her reflects the destructive pursuit of desire. The “dark queen” personifies death or retribution, her “kiss” marking final judgment, while being chained to her bed conveys helplessness against fate. Collectively, these metaphors illustrate humanity’s struggle with temptation, the weight of guilt, and the inescapable consequences of succumbing to forbidden desires.
RED INK ISN’T DRY
I want to turn the page,
but my red ink isn’t dry ..
It is my story, my rage
A fight under a gray sky ..
My words keep on bleeding
but can’t find a listening ear ..
My hopes are still seeding
in my lonely heart full of fear ..
Many pages are just stains
of teardrops and of every cry ..
I wanna break off of these chains
My soul wants to fly so high ..
The world is a mystic place,
home of hate and cupidity ..
Peace is losing every race
against hate and stupidity ..
My day is fearing darkness
I can’t see the colors of light ..
Love has become loneliness
My friendship is a dark night ..
I’m losing my heart beat
I’m waiting for my time ..
I can’t withstand the heat
I can’t pay for no crime ..
Page after page I’m still begging,
Asking my running pen to stop ..
He’s sucking my blood while writing
But it won’t stop till the last drop ..
My day is fearing darkness
I can’t see the colors of light ..
Love has become loneliness
My friendship is a dark night ..
I’m losing my heart beat
I’m waiting for my time ..
“Red Ink Isn’t Dry,” penned by The Thoughtful Poet, expresses a profound sense of despair and frustration, suggesting a deeply troubled psychological state. The poet feels trapped, symbolized by the “red ink” that isn’t dry, representing an ongoing struggle and pain. Their story is one of rage and a fight against a bleak reality (“gray sky”), indicative of possible anger and disillusionment. Despite their words “bleeding,” they feel unheard and alone, their hopes buried by fear, pointing towards feelings of isolation and hopelessness, possibly bordering on depression. The imagery of stained pages suggests a history of sorrow and tears, further supporting the idea of past trauma or prolonged emotional distress. A desire for freedom (“break off these chains,” “soul wants to fly”) clashes with the harshness of the world, characterized by “hate and cupidity,” highlighting a potential struggle with cynicism and a loss of faith in humanity. The loss of peace, love, and friendship further contributes to the poet’s despair, as does the feeling of being unjustly punished (“can’t pay for no crime”), suggesting possible feelings of victimhood and injustice. The poem concludes with a sense of inevitability, as the poet’s life force is consumed by the act of writing, suggesting that their suffering will continue until it’s exhausted, painting a picture of someone resigned to their fate and potentially struggling with suicidal ideation. Overall, the poem strongly suggests the poet was experiencing significant emotional pain and likely grappling with depression, anger, isolation, and a sense of hopelessness.
THE WAY YOU MADE ME HATE YOU
[Verse 1]
The ground beneath my feet is shaking
I’m not scared but my heart is pounding
My red eyes are pouring their pain
The sound of silence is driving me insane
(أُفَوِّضُ أَمْرِي إِلى الله)
[Chorus]
My world is an infinite deserted land
With burning fires and dunes of sand
I’m being consumed alive by a strange fascist
I feel hate and I feel pain like a bad beast
(أُفَوِّضُ أَمْرِي إِلى الله)
[Verse 2]
I gaze at the far horizon but I see no light
Only darkness is catching up with my sight
I have no where to hide in this empty place
But I’ll keep running away from your ugly face
(أُفَوِّضُ أَمْرِي إِلى الله)
[Verse 3]
I cry for a different place that I can cope
But my voice echos back empty of hope
I’m doomed to live within this abomination
In a world of emptiness and desolation
(أُفَوِّضُ أَمْرِي إِلى الله)
[Verse 4]
My body is flushed into a deep faucet
My soul is chained to its imminent death
I’m seeking roads to hell with the speed of light
I’d rather see the devil than have you in my sight
(أُفَوِّضُ أَمْرِي إِلى الله)
“The Way You Made Me Hate You” is an emotionally charged poem that delves into the torment of betrayal, resentment, and the struggle to escape an oppressive presence. The poet employs stark, apocalyptic imagery—shaking ground, burning fires, and an infinite deserted land—to depict a world consumed by pain and hopelessness. The recurring Arabic phrase أُفَوِّضُ أَمْرِي إِلى الله (meaning “I entrust my affair to God”) serves as both a plea and a resignation, reinforcing the depth of the speaker’s suffering while hinting at a desire for divine justice. The poem’s tone is deeply personal yet universal, capturing the raw emotions of someone seeking liberation from toxic bonds. The imagery of darkness, desolation, and rapid descent into despair reflects an internal struggle, where hate becomes an all-consuming force. The poet ultimately presents a paradox: while the speaker is trapped in anguish, their repeated invocation of God suggests that faith may be their only path to solace.
THE SOUND OF EMPTINESS
Let me tell you
about the sound of emptiness
The sickness, the cold of hate
and the smell of bleakness
You’re in a crowded place
but you cannot be seen
Everybody you see around you
is bad and mean …
Your body is heavy and slow
but everything else is fast
You don’t belong to the present
and you hate the past
Thoughts don’t make any sense
you’re about to blast
Sadness and anger are your friends
but the smile doesn’t last …
You cry out loud
maybe someone will hear your suffering
But every helping hand feels like suffocating
Your weak heart is losing its rhythm
you can’t hold the beat
You cannot eat or sleep
and cannot stand on your feet …
Did you come here by error?
Or, are you the mistake?
It gives you a headache
while your hands shake
All you want to do is disappear
from this dark sphere
You’re waiting for the door to open
to end your fear …
You close your eyes
with their falling tears
to shut off the light
In a big hope to feel or see
something else bright
But each voyage is pulling you
deeper into the darkness
I’m wondering if somehow
your name is called loneliness …
“The Sound of Emptiness” unfolds as a symphony of despair, where the poet paints an evocative canvas of isolation and emotional dissonance. Through free-flowing verses, the poem captures the paradoxical “sound” of nothingness—a cacophony of inner turmoil that fills the void left by connection and meaning. The speaker exists in a world where they are unseen amidst crowds, their body weighed down while everything else races forward, and time becomes an unyielding adversary. Sadness and anger take on human qualities, becoming steadfast yet suffocating companions, while fleeting smiles serve only to underscore deeper pain. The existential query—“Did you come here by error? / Or, are you the mistake?”—resonates like a haunting refrain, echoing through the chambers of self-doubt and questioning the very essence of being.
As the poem progresses, it spirals into a labyrinth of darkness, with each attempt at escape pulling the narrator further into its depths. The imagery of closing eyes against falling tears, seeking respite from the oppressive light, reveals a desperate yearning for something brighter, even as every journey leads only to more shadows. Loneliness is not merely felt but embodied, becoming so intrinsic that it seems to define the speaker’s identity. In this artistic rendering of suffering, the poet crafts a raw testament to the human condition, inviting readers to witness the beauty in vulnerability and the shared ache of emptiness. It is both a cry for understanding and a meditation on the quiet strength found in enduring such profound desolation.
MY LIFE IN BLACK AND WHITE
[ Verse 1 ]
Oh! Beautiful little flower let me see
Let all your wonderful colors set me free
My life is a story drawn in black and white
Full of sufferings I’ve been aching day and night …
[ Verse 2 ]
Let me water your leaves
with my falling tears
I want to smell your scent,
It will chase away my fears
Paint my existence
with yellow, green and purple
My ways to happiness are full of hurdle …
[ Verse 3 ]
All of my family and friends
have left my place
I’m a little soul who’s weak now,
and I’m full of disgrace
My sin, was to trust
everyone with my heart
While they were tearing
all of my life apart …
[ Verse 4 ]
What have I left floret,
if your colors won’t shine
Only a dark grave
cold and without a sign;
Carry my name
so that the world will recall
A brave man of truth
who went on a free fall …
The poem “MY LIFE IN BLACK AND WHITE” explores themes of despair, longing for transcendence, and the redemptive power of beauty through vivid contrasts and symbolism. The speaker’s life, depicted in monochrome, is marked by suffering and isolation, symbolized by the recurring imagery of black and white. The “beautiful little flower” serves as a metaphor for hope, vibrancy, and emotional liberation, with its colors representing joy, renewal, and spiritual healing. The speaker’s plea to “water your leaves with my falling tears” underscores a paradoxical relationship between pain and nourishment, suggesting that sorrow might cultivate beauty. Yet, the poem also grapples with betrayal and abandonment, as the speaker laments trusting others who “tore [their] life apart,” leaving them burdened by disgrace and loneliness.
In the final stanza, the poem shifts toward existential resignation and a yearning for legacy. If the flower’s colors fade, the speaker envisions only a “dark grave,” anonymous and cold. The request to “carry my name” reflects a desire to be remembered as a “brave man of truth” who embraced a “free fall”—a metaphor for surrendering to vulnerability or mortality. The juxtaposition of vibrant hues against a bleak existence highlights the tension between hope and despair, while the structured rhyme scheme mirrors the speaker’s struggle to impose order on chaos. Ultimately, the poem becomes a poignant meditation on how beauty and memory might redeem a life fractured by pain and disillusionment.
JEALOUSY
[ Verse 1 ]
My name is jealousy
The devil’s first sin
I’m a shadowy mirror
with satanic reflections
and an image of malefaction
that feeds on pain and misery…
[ Verse 2 ]
I’m the sole friend of war
and the enemy of harmony
I’m the very essence of suffering
I’m the destruction of peace …
[ Chorus ]
Serenity yields to abomination
And life bows to extermination
I lead to darkness
The country of craziness
Sleep fears my name
Minds become insane
I’m a long night with no dawn
Where the only dream is revenge
I’m the creator of loneliness …
[ Verse 3 ]
My home is a desperate heart
Broken like a piece of scattered glass
Cold and hard like rocks
I dissipate its warmth
And I enslave its soul…
[ Verse 4 ]
I’m the messenger of failure
The preacher of rupture
I’m the master of division
And I promise the world of illusion …
[ Chorus ]
Serenity yields to abomination
And life bows to extermination
I lead to darkness
The country of craziness
Sleep fears my name
Minds become insane
I’m a long night with no dawn
Where the only dream is revenge
I’m the creator of loneliness …
In “Jealousy” by The Thoughtful Poet, the emotion of jealousy is brought to life as a character that’s dark and destructive. It’s described as the first sin of the devil, suggesting it’s deeply rooted in evil. Jealousy is depicted as a shadowy mirror that reflects only the worst in us, feeding on pain and misery. This personification shows jealousy as not just an emotion but a force that thrives on conflict, being the sole friend of war and the enemy of peace. The poem uses simple language to convey complex feelings, making it accessible yet profound.
The chorus of the poem drives home the impact of jealousy, transforming tranquility into horror and life into despair. It leads to a dark place where sanity is lost, and sleep is feared. Jealousy is painted as a creator of loneliness and a night without end, where the only thought is revenge. The imagery of a heart broken like scattered glass and a soul enslaved by this emotion illustrates the deep personal toll it takes. Through this vivid portrayal, the poem beautifully captures the essence of jealousy, making readers feel the weight of this emotion in a straightforward, yet poetic manner.
PAIN IS REAL, BUT SO IS HOPE
[ Verse 1 ]
Put off this burning fire, oh! release me
All my thoughts are lost in a dark sea
I was hit with your poisonous arrow
Numbing me, leaving me in sorrow
[ Verse 2 ]
I cry the lord so you’d understand
Save my soul from this horrible end
[ Chorus ]
Rock my life with your beautiful eyes
Embrace my heart, enough of your lies
All I’m longing for is a bit of warmth
Like two birds in the sky, life is short
[ Verse 3 ]
Bring me hope, don’t leave me in big hell
Unleash my suffering from this poor shell
Take my tied hands, let’s hide in a citadel
[ Verse 4 ]
Save what is left, I still didn’t lose hope
Our love was bigger the chains were broke
[ Chorus ]
[ Verse 5 ]
In every space birds will chant our name
So, let us go free, let us run to our fame
[ Verse 6 ]
Hope is our strength, soon it will be spring
Our little birds on their branches will sing
People of big faith should never lose hope
Edge up, there’s nothing we cannot cope
[ Chorus ]
Khalid Belkhalfi’s “PAIN IS REAL, BUT SO IS HOPE” is a poignant acrostic poem that captures the duality of human emotion, balancing despair with resilience. The verses vividly portray pain through evocative imagery—burning fire, poisonous arrows, and a soul lost in a “dark sea”—immersing the reader in the raw intensity of suffering. The speaker’s cries for salvation and freedom reflect a deep yearning to escape the weight of their anguish. Yet, even in these moments of darkness, the poem introduces glimmers of hope, symbolized by warmth, love, and the fleeting beauty of life. This interplay between pain and hope creates a tension that mirrors the complexity of the human experience.
The recurring chorus acts as a turning point, shifting the tone from sorrow to defiance and optimism. It emphasizes the transformative power of connection and truth, urging the listener to embrace love and reject lies. As the poem progresses, hope becomes an increasingly dominant force, culminating in visions of renewal and liberation—birds singing, chains breaking, and spring arriving. These symbols suggest that even the heaviest burdens can be overcome with faith and perseverance. By the end, the poem delivers a powerful message: while pain is an undeniable part of life, hope is equally real and capable of guiding us toward healing and transformation.
The Stolen Dignity
“For all those who have been robbed of their dignity”
[ Verse 1 ]
I‘ve been sucked by a hurtful black hole
Some evil hands pushed me into the mist
And I’ve been in a free fall
in the sea of love …
[ Verse 2 ]
I‘m punished hatefully
and I’m blindfolded by disloyalty
All doors of hurt
have been opened widely
like hellfire boiling the blood in my veins,
burning my brain
and blinding my eyes …
[ Verse 3 ]
Day and night
I’m stripped from my dignity
My saddened heart is washed
with the scent of hate …
[ Chorus ]
I used to shine like stars in the dark sky
But now the darkness has hit
my burning soul …
[ Verse 4 ]
My smile like a mask
hide my sadness and discomfort
My steps are slow
They force me to the land of shame
I wish I were blind so that my eyes won’t see
The hands of treason
acting behind my back ...
[ Verse 5 ]
I can hear echoes of excuses
asking for forgiveness
Offering dirty bloody hands
pretending to be my savior
pulling me out of my misery …
[ Verse 6 ]
But the only savior I’ve got
is the light I still keep within
the little of love burning in my heart …
[ Chorus ]
I used to shine like stars in the dark sky
But now the darkness has hit
my burning soul …
[ Verse 7 ]
What should the price be for me to forgive?
Wouldn’t it be the loss of my dignity?
[ Chorus ]
I used to shine like stars in the dark sky
But now the darkness has hit
my burning soul …
Khalid Belkhalfi’s The Stolen Dignity unfolds like a storm of shadows and flickering light, painting a raw portrait of betrayal and resilience. The poem’s imagery—black holes, hellfire, blindfolds—traps the reader in a visceral free fall, mirroring the speaker’s plunge from grace. Once radiant as “stars in the dark sky,” they now writhe in a world where love curdles into mist and hands once trusted become instruments of cruelty. The recurring chorus acts as a haunting refrain, contrasting past luminosity with present suffocation, as if the soul itself is smoldering. Belkhalfi weaves pain into metaphor: dignity is not just stolen but stripped, hearts are “washed with hate,” and smiles become fragile masks. Yet even here, in the “land of shame,” a quiet defiance glows—a “light within,” a stubborn ember of love that refuses to die. This inner flame, though small, becomes the poem’s fragile spine, suggesting that survival lies not in forgiveness or external saviors, but in clinging to the remnants of one’s own fractured grace.
The poem pulses with duality—fire and darkness, betrayal and endurance. Treason’s “dirty bloody hands” reach grotesquely for redemption, yet the speaker resists, wary of trading dignity for hollow peace. Each verse feels like a wound laid bare: eyes forced to witness betrayal, steps dragged toward shame, a mind scalded by memories. But Belkhalfi avoids despair’s abyss. Instead, the final question lingers like smoke: What price forgiveness? To answer would mean surrendering the last shard of self, and so the poem closes not with resolution, but with the echo of a soul still burning, still fighting to reclaim its stolen light. Through stark, almost mythic language, Belkhalfi transforms personal anguish into a universal anthem—one where even in darkness, the human spirit flickers, refusing to be extinguished.
TAKE ME ANYWHERE
[ Verse 1 ]
Take this broken fragile wing
And let my broken heart sing
Kill this horrible intolerable pain
End what’s making me insane
[ Chorus ]
Make my unlighted world shine
Embrace me, make me feel fine
[ Verse 2 ]
Anchor beautiful hopes in my soul
Night and day, I am losing control
You’re my savior from persecution
Water my love, I am full of devotion
[ Chorus ]
Make my unlighted world shine
Embrace me, make me feel fine
[ Verse 3 ]
Heal my fatal wounds, I’m bleeding
Ease this burning fire, I am suffering
Reach my hands, let us fly together
Early birds sing, it’s time to go farther
[ Chorus ]
Make my unlighted world shine
Embrace me, make me feel fine
Khalid Belkhalfi’s poem “Take Me Anywhere” is a poignant exploration of pain, longing, and the yearning for salvation. The speaker’s voice is raw and vulnerable, as they plead for relief from their suffering and a sense of renewal. The imagery of a “broken fragile wing” and a “broken heart” in the opening verse sets the tone for the poem, symbolizing both physical and emotional fragility. The repeated references to pain, insanity, and suffering suggest a deep internal struggle, while the chorus acts as a refrain of hope, asking for light and comfort in a world that feels dark and unbearable. The poem’s structure, with its recurring chorus, mirrors the cyclical nature of despair and the persistent desire for healing and connection.
The second verse introduces a glimmer of hope, as the speaker seeks an anchor for their soul and refers to a savior figure who can offer protection and love. This savior is portrayed as a source of devotion and renewal, capable of watering the speaker’s love and easing their torment. The final verse amplifies the theme of transformation, with the speaker asking to be healed and to “fly together” toward a brighter future. The imagery of “early birds” singing and the call to “go farther” suggests a new beginning, a departure from pain into a realm of freedom and possibility. Ultimately, the poem is a heartfelt plea for emotional rescue and a testament to the enduring human spirit that seeks light even in the darkest moments.
DIE WITH MEMORIES NOT DREAMS
Die I must, I will have to leave this world
I can see my pretty angel without a word
Every loved one is crying and every bird
Weary is my body, and I have a cold hand
I hear the whispers of my family and friend
Tears of love are flooding my tender place
Hasty eyes are saying goodbye to my face
Many good memories I am leaving behind
Embrace my soul, cover me with the sand
My friend! don’t try to revive me, I’m gone
On my bed my body is resting like a stone
Recall my smile, remember my silvery hair
I paid my dues and worked without despair
Every child of mine is my unique salvation
Set them free, let them live with exaltation
Nostalgic thoughts reminding of the old days
Oceans of emotion drifting minds into a maze
Touching every soul and catching every gaze
Dancing spirits are following this abnegation
Racing is my heart waiting for its approbation
End my existence in a world of deprivation
Accept my voyage to the gate of salvation
Moaning hearts will remember my jubilation
Sailing is my boat to a world of glorification
Khalid Belkhalfi’s acrostic poem, “DIE WITH MEMORIES NOT DREAMS,” from The Butterfly Effect, is a poignant meditation on mortality, legacy, and the enduring power of memories. The poem’s structure, with each line beginning with a letter that spells out its title, adds a layer of intentionality and artistry to its message. The speaker reflects on the inevitability of death, describing their final moments with vivid imagery: the coldness of their body, the tears of loved ones, and the whispers of farewell. The poem emphasizes the importance of leaving behind tangible memories rather than unfulfilled dreams, suggesting that a life well-lived is measured by the emotional imprints left on others. The recurring theme of memories—silvery hair, smiles, and nostalgic thoughts—serves as a testament to the speaker’s enduring presence in the hearts of those they leave behind.
The poem also explores the transition from life to death as a journey, using metaphors like a boat sailing to “a world of glorification” and a voyage to the “gate of salvation.” This imagery conveys a sense of peace and acceptance, as the speaker embraces their fate without despair. The final lines, which speak of “moaning hearts” and “jubilation,” suggest a bittersweet duality: while death brings sorrow, it also celebrates the life that was lived. The poem’s emotional depth is heightened by its focus on familial bonds, particularly the speaker’s children, who are described as their “unique salvation.” By urging their loved ones to “set them free” and live with “exaltation,” the speaker imparts a final lesson: that life’s true value lies in the memories we create and the love we leave behind. Belkhalfi’s work is a moving reminder of the impermanence of life and the enduring power of human connection.
CAUGHT IN THE GAME OF TIME AND DEATH
[ Verse 1 ]
I’m shaking, my heart is going to blast
I’m so scared now, she’s coming so fast
She’s getting closer, I can feel her steps
I can hear her breath at the doorsteps..
[ Verse 2 ]
I’m dying now, I feel so sick and heavy
I’m aching with pain all over my body
I can’t see, I can barely move my head
I have a fever, sweat is on my forehead..
[ Verse 3 ]
Agony, fever, cough and suffering
She sent them all to see me grieving
They eat all of my body like dark fogs
They’re her pets, they are Death’s dogs..
[ Verse 4 ]
I am ready for her, I’m not afraid anymore
I will pay for what I’ve done to her before
I can’t close the doors, she’s coming over
To take revenge; I strayed with her lover..
[ Verse 5 ]
DEATH and TIME a big couple of mystery
With TIME I had a stupid affair of misery
I wanted him for me as a forbidden love
But DEATH was watching from high above..
[ Verse 6 ]
I’ve closed my eyes, I abused of the TIME
But I didn’t know that I was doing a crime
We were fooling around, again and again
And I thought I’ve had everything to gain..
[ Verse 7 ]
But TIME was only taking advantage of me
He didn’t dance with me, he was raping me
He then left, when my soul was all wrinkled
To his beloved wife, DEATH, I was abandoned..
[ Verse 8 ]
She came to me to take her vengeance
She joined her dogs with a big confidence
Death and Time played on me a dark game
I am the fool, I haven’t got anyone to blame
Khalid Belkhalfi’s poem “Caught in the Game of Time and Death,” from The Butterfly Effect, is a haunting exploration of mortality, regret, and the inexorable nature of time. Through vivid imagery and raw emotion, Belkhalfi crafts a narrative that personifies Death and Time as vengeful entities, weaving together themes of betrayal, consequence, and existential dread.
In the first two verses, the speaker conveys an overwhelming sense of fear and vulnerability as Death approaches. The use of visceral language—such as “my heart is going to blast” and “she’s coming so fast”—creates an immediate tension, drawing readers into the protagonist’s panic. By describing Death’s proximity through sensory details like footsteps and breathing, Belkhalfi transforms her presence into something tangible and menacing. This establishes the central conflict: the inevitability of confronting one’s own demise. In the second verse, physical symptoms such as fever, pain, and immobility underscore the body’s fragility in the face of death, emphasizing the helplessness that accompanies this confrontation.
As the poem progresses, it delves deeper into the metaphorical relationship between Time and Death, portraying them as intertwined forces with whom the speaker has unwittingly engaged in destructive dynamics. The speaker confesses to having had an illicit “affair” with Time, unaware that this act constituted a betrayal of Death. This allegory suggests that indulging in fleeting pleasures or wasting time amounts to transgressing against the natural order. When Time abandons the speaker, leaving them vulnerable to Death’s wrath, it becomes clear that their actions have set off a chain reaction of consequences. The final verses reveal the speaker’s acceptance of responsibility, acknowledging their role as both victim and perpetrator in this cosmic game. Ultimately, the poem serves as a cautionary tale about the dangers of squandering time and ignoring the realities of life and death, urging readers to reflect on their own choices before they too are caught in the same tragic cycle.
EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE
“To my daughter…“
Verse 1
Every man needs a hope
to keep living in dignity
Like every flower needs
the sun to fuel its days ..
Chorus
My soul runs after your smile ..
My hope is in
Every breath you take …
Verse 2
I have traveled the worlds
looking for my hope ..
I’ve searched every ocean
and every mountain
to find peace ..
Verse 3
I have asked the birds
in the high skies about serenity ..
I have followed the bees through
the prettiest flower beds
looking for beauty ..
Chorus
My soul runs after your smile ..
My hope is in
Every breath you take …
Verse 4
And I have dug
the deepest holes to look for
the purest gold and diamonds ..
But I’ve only found
love in your heart ..
Chorus
My soul runs after your smile ..
My hope is in
Every breath you take …
The poem “Every Breath You Take” by the Thoughtful Poet is a profound exploration of love and its transformative power over life’s pursuits. The verses narrate an epic journey of seeking meaning, peace, and beauty across vast landscapes—oceans, mountains, skies, and flower beds—symbolizing humanity’s relentless quest for fulfillment. Each stanza reflects a different aspect of this search: hope in dignity (Verse 1), worldly travels for inner peace (Verse 2), inquiries into nature’s serenity and aesthetics (Verse 3), and material wealth as a false promise (Verse 4). These elements underscore the futility of external searches when compared to the simplicity and depth of love found within another person. The recurring motif of nature—flowers needing sunlight, birds in the sky, bees among flowers—serves not only as vivid imagery but also as metaphors for life’s essential needs and joys.
The chorus acts as the emotional core of the poem, tying together the disparate journeys described in the verses. It reveals that the speaker’s ultimate hope and source of sustenance lie not in grand achievements or worldly treasures but in the intimate connection with their beloved. The phrase “My soul runs after your smile” encapsulates the idea that true happiness resides in human relationships and emotional bonds rather than material possessions or abstract ideals. By declaring, “My hope is in Every breath you take,” the poet elevates love to a life-sustaining force akin to air itself, suggesting that it permeates every moment of existence. This repetition reinforces the theme of love as both grounding and infinite, offering solace and purpose even after exhausting all other avenues of pursuit. Ultimately, the poem celebrates the transcendence of romantic love while critiquing the distractions of worldly ambitions.
THE DOOMED MAN
Verse 1
White pigeon stopped
at the window of my cell
To see this innocent prisoner
being led to hell
She wanted to say goodbye
to an unflinching fellowman
She didn’t understand why
they will kill an innocent man …
Chorus
I said I’m a citizen
of the forbidden land
They burned our farms
and all beaches of white sand
They stole our cattle and polluted
our fresh waters
Destroyed every school,
every house and all the pillars …
Verse 2
Then we raised our voices
at the faces of the evildoers
And we stood opposed
to every hand of child abusers
We fought a hostile war
with courage and bravery
And we paid the price
of our liberty and glory …
Chorus
I said I’m a citizen
of the forbidden land
They burned our farms
and all beaches of white sand
They stole our cattle and polluted
our fresh waters
Destroyed every school,
every house and all the pillars …
Verse 3
As I was being executed
the pigeon saw my death
She took off carrying
a holly message of my last breath..
Chorus
I said I’m a citizen
of the forbidden land
They burned our farms
and all beaches of white sand
They stole our cattle
and polluted our fresh waters
Destroyed every school,
every house and all the pillars …
In “The Doomed Man,” Khalid Belkhalfi crafts a powerful narrative of political resistance through the eyes of a condemned prisoner. The poem opens with a poignant image of a white pigeon visiting the narrator’s cell, establishing both innocence and impending death, while the recurring chorus reveals the systematic destruction of the narrator’s homeland—farms burned, waters polluted, and infrastructure demolished. This juxtaposition of personal tragedy against collective suffering creates a haunting portrait of oppression, with the pigeon ultimately serving as messenger carrying forward the narrator’s final testimony.
The poem effectively employs a song-like structure with verses and chorus to communicate themes of injustice, resistance, and martyrdom. The narrator’s defiance is highlighted in the second verse, where collective resistance (“we raised our voices”) is presented as the honorable response to oppression, justifying the narrator’s imprisonment as the “price” of seeking “liberty and glory.” The final verse’s brevity, ending with the prisoner’s execution witnessed by the pigeon, completes the martyr narrative while suggesting that though the individual dies, their message of resistance continues, carried forward by the pigeon as a symbol of enduring hope and resilience against systematic destruction.
SILLY BIRD WANTS TO FLY
Verse 1
Silly bird wants to say goodbye
Now he thinks he can go so high
I was there the first day the egg hatched
To my golden spoon he was attached
Verse 2
I only fed him with the best seeds
And I’ve always come to his needs
I’ve watched all his feathers grow
And I’ve protected him from the crow
Chorus
I’ve never slept when he’s sick
And when he called I answered quick
Verse 3
But now he thinks he’s my prisoner
And he wants to leave my corner
His only wish is to open the door
Or he’s not going to sing anymore…
Verse 4
I said: “wait until you grow bigger
And your wings get stronger and thicker”
He said: “stop! don’t show me how to fly
I’m the bird, so let me go or I’ll die!”
Chorus
I’ve never slept when he’s sick
And when he called I answered quick
Verse 5
With a broken heart I let him go
And in his first flight he met the crow
He couldn’t flee because he was weak
The crow killed him with his beak
Verse 6
Whose fault was it? Me or the crow?
Why didn’t the bird want to know?
That ignorance is the one to blame
And always kills like a burning flame…
Chorus
I’ve never slept when he’s sick
And when he called I answered quick
Khalid Belkhalfi’s “Silly Bird Wants To Fly” from “The Butterfly Effet” presents a heartbreaking allegory of parental love and the painful process of letting go, framed through the relationship between a caretaker and a young bird seeking independence. The poem masterfully balances tender imagery of nurturing (“golden spoon,” “best seeds”) with the growing tension as the bird perceives protection as imprisonment. Through its narrative structure, the poem explores universal themes of protection versus freedom and wisdom versus inexperience, with the recurring chorus—”I’ve never slept when he’s sick/And when he called I answered quick”—emphasizing the caretaker’s unwavering devotion. This makes the ultimate tragedy more devastating when the prematurely freed bird meets its fate at the hands of the crow—a danger repeatedly warned against. The poem concludes with profound questions about responsibility and blame, suggesting that “ignorance” ultimately bears responsibility for the tragedy. As a song featuring the first female vocalist in “My Soul Is A Flame,” the poem likely gains additional emotional depth, potentially evoking maternal perspectives on the universal struggle of raising children who must eventually leave the nest, despite the dangers that await them in the wider world.