You are the Arabian stallion that neighs on the crossroad of my heart ache covering me with the dust of my own ardor.

Malak El Halabi

Stichwörter: man desire



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He says "You are my property" and I feel relieved. After all, no one wishes to shatter what he owns.

Malak El Halabi

Stichwörter: passion desire possession domination



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هُوَ الرجل الذي لن يكرِّره هَذَا الدهر مرّتين..

Malak El Halabi

Stichwörter: love man arabic-poetry



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How can I begin to tell you how much I miss you without using those three common words that can't even start to express the magnitude nor the depth of my emotions. How can I write in my own blood while wanting to revert its color. The color of blood is similar to "I miss you". It has been raped by writers and lovers constantly, ever since Cain and Abel. I want to be able to create a new alphabet that can simply stand in front of you without bowing. I want to use new metaphors that would erupt like volcanoes between the phrases of my readers' souls. Metaphors such as your absence is similar to eating salt straight from the shaker while thirst is devouring my tongue. Metaphors such as the lack of your presence is like being straddled behind the glass of my own senses.

Malak El Halabi

Stichwörter: death father missing-you



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Beach reading: Planning on reading, but failing relentlessly due to the heart-stirring view.

Malak El Halabi

Stichwörter: beach-read



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Be your own solace

Malak El Halabi

Stichwörter: inspirational deep strength-through-adversity



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Your love is a plant that defies asphalt.

Malak El Halabi

Stichwörter: love deep-thought



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He warned me of the lion's den and I am glad I didn't listen.

Malak El Halabi

Stichwörter: dangerous-games



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كم موت أتى و لم تمت يا هوى

Malak El Halabi

Stichwörter: love death



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Like a tenacious ivy, your presence clings onto the drab wall of my existence.
Cling harder onto me love, like a blood sucking bed-bug who is never satiated.

Malak El Halabi

Stichwörter: passion desire nature-of-love



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