I was inspired to write this poem during the summer while spending time in my grandmother’s living room listening to her personal recollections of Palestine. Stories from Home My grandmother tells me stories. Sweet, sweet stories of the past, A holy land…
My Feelings are a hopeless mess I hope that you can see, They aren't very special no need for a Jubilee, Like a river with no water, Like a bookshelf with no books, Like a kingdom with no ruler, Like a restaurant…
Rocks tied to my feet, Water up to my hair, I’m drowning in deep sleep, Wondering if it’s fair. The feeling of being encased spreads, Fear deepens as confusion controls me, Swollen eyes, heavy breath and pounding head, Body aching; My…
In the darkest nights, they say Is where the brights stars lay. With a cold heavy sigh, I watched the shooting star pass by. With a wish close to my heart, The gloomy sky slowly started to part. In the chilly breeze of…
