“how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?
how often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short?
why do you find the unavailable so alluring?
where did it begin? what went wrong? and who made you feel so worthless?
if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you?
all this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you, you must have known that they could taste the desperate on your skin?
and what about the others that would do anything for you, why did you make them love you until you could not stand it?
how are you both of these women, both flighty and needful?
where did you learn this, to want what does not want you?
where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay?”
―
how often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short?
why do you find the unavailable so alluring?
where did it begin? what went wrong? and who made you feel so worthless?
if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you?
all this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you, you must have known that they could taste the desperate on your skin?
and what about the others that would do anything for you, why did you make them love you until you could not stand it?
how are you both of these women, both flighty and needful?
where did you learn this, to want what does not want you?
where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay?”
―
“مهما كنا او حيثما كنا نعيش فاننا نشعر في قرارة انفسنا باننا غير كاملين كما لو كنا فقدنا شيئا ويجب ان نستعيده
لكن معظمنا لا يعثر علي ذلك الشيء ابدا
اما اللذين يامكانهم العثور عليه فلا يجرؤ الا قلة قليلة علي الخروج والبحث عنه”
―
لكن معظمنا لا يعثر علي ذلك الشيء ابدا
اما اللذين يامكانهم العثور عليه فلا يجرؤ الا قلة قليلة علي الخروج والبحث عنه”
―
“Every second i live in a hope to meet you one day.....
I die every second in a fear of loosing you”
―
I die every second in a fear of loosing you”
―
“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.”
― Howl, Kaddish and Other Poems
― Howl, Kaddish and Other Poems
“نحن أبناء الزمن الذي فقد فيه حتى الحزن "جلاله" صار مملًا هو الآخر، مثل "البرد" مثل "الصداع"، والملل لا يصنع فنًا، فقط أناسًا مملين.”
― المبتسرون: دفاتر واحدة من جيل الحركة الطلابية
― المبتسرون: دفاتر واحدة من جيل الحركة الطلابية
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