aosora

United Arab Emirates

meet me there someday

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don't swallow gold. i have two tablespoons of sorrow.

calling the ghost of me

February 8, 2021

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i.
the aunt complains about my ceaseless apathy. 
void of time is evergreen in december, and i forget i am supposed to miss
family.
                         انتہائی اداسی
lop the urdu off my tongue please. 
lop the tongue please.


ii. 
悲しみ
悲しみ
悲しみ

somebody talks to me about hopelessness. he sounds like a grating matchstick. 
his lungs, concrete figurines. throat sing-song, volcano boy. 


iii. 
it comes so close to
mattering. far from home, 슬픔이 가득한 소년, 
wrenched away, skin to bone, mouth filled to
brim with gold, silver spoons clanging in an
empty backpack. he says he can't talk about
himself. 


iv. 
la tristesse est enivrante
and he's such an awful bundle of contradictions. 
it is a pity to fall for frigid statuettes; 
laid bare, wings busily stitched,
haphazard عبد, boy bullied to
mean silence.



 

انتہائی اداسی - extreme sadness, urdu
悲しみ - sorrow, japanese
슬픔이 가득한 소년 - a boy full of sadness, korean
la tristesse est enivrante - sadness is intoxicating, french
عبد - slave, arabic

~

vignettes of winter conversations. 



 
 

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6 Comments
  • YW_C

    how you weave in five different languages and perfectly tie them together in a span of four stanzas is beyond me and always will be this piece is so fulfilling


    8 months ago
  • YW_C

    JUST IN TIME TO WITNESS ONE OF THE BEST WRITER HERE'S '2 POEMS IN A DAY' PHASE ALJWHEEF SO EXCITED


    8 months ago
  • Lata.B

    The way you added languages into this is so cool! This is so amazing!


    8 months ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    "void of time is evergreen in december"
    "sing-song, volcano boy"
    " filled to
    brim with gold, silver spoons clanging in an
    empty backpack"
    "wings busily stitched"
    Wow!! This is amazing! It's so precise and intense and whirling and incredible.


    8 months ago
  • Yellow Sweater

    I literally can't breath. I agree with Cosmogyral: "he sounds like a grating matchstick.
    his lungs, concrete figurines. throat sing-song, volcano boy" Is a spectacular line. It's like through this sense of absolutely brokenness you create something uncomfortably whole.


    8 months ago
  • Cosmogyral

    Repetition of the brokenness of a human, such a hard thing to write and relay. "he sounds like a grating matchstick.
    his lungs, concrete figurines. throat sing-song, volcano boy" I love this sequence, it could easily be the abuser and the abused. Your prompts are amazing.


    8 months ago