Mind Soup

To my friends and fans, As you might know, I have been working on poetry book for several months now. Today, I thought I would share with you a sneak peak from my unpublished material. My book is still untitled, but this poem is from a chapter entitled "Disappointments of me". I hope you enjoy it, and I would really appreciate your feedback. Which reminds me, I am looking for a graphic designer to design the book. So if you are interested, click here for more information. Serial Killer Love by Mohammad Hijazi They say they love me. They might as well shoot me in the head with their careless cheese cake covered guns. Ironic as it may be, they stand there for a short eternity and watch as I bleed drops of dark cranberry-filled ungratefulness, or at least they would think I am ungrateful. And still they love me, off course they do; un-humane love is what that is: a canine-attacking-a-juicy-bloody-steak kind of love. Dare they admit it? They say denia...

Warm like summer bright startling it makes me uncertain unsafe and exposed I hate summer too much heat too much sweat queasy yellow who came up with it? such a perky color I hate perky yellow is evil if God likes yellow he would have made the sun blue and the sky yellow sunflower yellow gay smiling flowers chasing the yellow sun bananas are yellow an excuse for a fruit full of starchy starch like eating pounded rice with sugar urine is yellow makes me nauseous even angry reminds of diseases cowardice but yellow is so fresh they say don't you know I am only happy when I am depressed? I am only happy at night when the prancing sun is away and the moon is out? yellow makes people happy gives them confidence gives them warmth God I hate yellow! Mohammad Hijazi

I rummaged through my backpack, saffron lights gleaming brilliantly pale highlighted edges of steps a grumpy figure blocking my pathway I reached for my wallet and handed him two bills and a coin My bag clung on the cold metal stairs a loud echo tumbled along but no one seemed bothered. Rivers of words flowed clumsily through the dimness of the air, heavily clogged with jaded noise. I squinted at the eerie purple glow and dragged my bag across as it bumped and vibrated. Searching for a seat, seats that feel like carpets carpets that give severe rug-burn. There was only one seat left: squished between a family of five jam-packed on two seats and a young couple who were not so pleased to see me. I wanted to sit at the window. I wanted the wind to blow onto my hair. It was too late. I rummaged through my backpack for my treasured earphones. I knew this day will come I dreaded this always. I could not find my earphones This promised to be one hell of a ride. --- Bobo, Lelo, Titi the m...

Our lives were full of sunshine together day and night. The sun bright up in vanilla skies reaching out like wings of a dove , the light barefoot gently swifting through tree branches. A hot breeze blew, our dreams fell devastated , the lantern of our nights faded searching for the moon to give us royal light. Where are you moon? There was no moon. Veins of a maple leaf hugging the rain that falls without doubt. Winds carry leaves away , you are lost, lost in the sounds of wh at you hear, wind, autumn's careless bride walking forever in a season. The sun has come and left. Freezing , the wind blew cold defeating your warmth, tears dripping on your velvet dress, erasing photos erasing memories. The rain cheapening your human tears. We did not believe that fate is our fate. We thought the universe began with us , there were only two, the two of us. W istful hearts ached when years tumbled when horizons kept broadening until cont...

So I am taking this poetry writing course this semester with Dr. D and my first assignment is to write a prose poem. The poem below is inspired by a true story, hope you like it. Bitch’s Sidekick [working title] Dear Z. Or it should probably be just Z; you are not that dear to me anymore.  I know I swore that I would never talk to you again; I am writing this to tell you that you are not the only one who was lying. Remember when you asked me if those cheesy garlic bread are gonna make you fat, and I said no. I lied. Remember when you told me that my friend’s ugly girlfriend is much prettier than you, and I said don’t be ridiculous. I lied. Remember when that guy came up to you and said you looked hideous in that dress, and I said he’s just jealous. I lied. Remember when you told me that your face was so swollen from studying and lack of sleep and I said you never looked better. I lied. A puffer fish was never as puffy. Remember when you asked me if your make-up looked good an...

Three years old he was that day. A party for him, he was surprised. Preschoolers were festive desiring the creamy toffee cake, running hyper, being silly. His hands brushing his ginger curly hair, he adjusted his goofy glasses glaring across with dopey eyes, his mouth watering for a velvety chocolate treat. He wanted the big piece; after all, he was the prince that day. Much more is what he got, what happened to him he didn't anticipate. He saw a Barbie approaching him, her golden hair tied in a bun. He stared into her sapphire eyes, he was staring into a cloudless sky that was reflecting onto her dress. A soft peck, she landed on his cheek. A tingly feeling from her cloud lips, made him smile; it was something he hadn't felt before. His grin slowly disappeared. He was very righteous he felt muddled. His eyes strayed away glancing at his mom, her witty smile blossomed as if telling him: when you're older you will understand.

A little something I wrote for my creative writing class last semester. Hope you enjoy it. Beep Beep The alarm clock goes off. I didn’t want to wake up, I wish I hadn’t. It was very strange, everything was black and white. Was I going blind? I tried to go back to sleep, but that didn’t seem to work. Sleeping somewhere cold, trying to figure out what was happening, I heard a sudden chuckle. Foolish boy, this is your past you have lived to regret it you are doomed to live it again you are stuck here you cannot escape. I open my eyes, absolute darkness, this feeling wasn’t new, darkness is a part of who I am and it has been for ever. I always wondered what was wrong with me. Still in black and white, I relived every mistake I have made, every incorrect decision every wrong turn. A million thoughts of the sins I’ve sinned rushed through my mind like the blowing wind. Shattered lives, ravaged souls, mangled hearts. I am a slave, a slave of my daunting past, it’s taking over me and I can’t b...