Foggy Mornings

Foggy morning

Tall grass

I lay awake

Raindrops covering my face

My roots grow to the sky

As I lie

Reaching to the God I can not see

Foggy morning days

Chill my bones

Foggy morning days

Call me home

And I dare not resist

Poisonous Plants

Did you plant this vine

The one that poisoned your hand

Did you set it free in your garden, in your land

?

This poison that you can’t seem to find

Is crippling your mind

Like that vine

That someone else planted

When their entrance was never granted

But their thoughts slipped away

Finding roots in your bay

And you allowed them to stay

Cause you needed the company

 

Until your body was covered in a rash

And your mind started to dash

Across the negativity of their thoughts

Can you now realize

That you are not ill

That there’re poisonous plants, still

Lingering in your garden, in your mind

Rid away with them all

And stand

Strong

Once more

The Moon

I rushed to meet the full moon

As I could finally see her face

A month of waiting could not be replaced

And as the moon turn around I knew

The rock looked much like you

My imaginary childhood friend

You survived this long

You were with me till the end

I wondered how your face was never changed

From Iraq to America

And somehow it did not feel strange

To befriend the moon

Important Announcement!

Hello friends, reader and fellow writers!

The ebook version of my book Stranger Paths, The Magic in The Madness is FREE on Amazon today and the next 2 days!

I would love to see it in your library and hear your thoughts about my journey from Iraq to America, from war to hope.

I hope you join the child I was, as she stood watching missiles brighten the darkness of her village, smiling as she hopes for a change. I hope you see the positivity leaking through my pages bit by bit as poems continue on. I wish to share the untold story of my people, of the civilians at war, of the children that had no choice but to accept their fate.

Our days are numbered but our numbers mean that we have survived so much, that we’re all the same.

Stranger Paths, Video Introduction

Hello Friends!

I made a video to briefly describe my book for those more visually inclined.

My book can be found on Amazon in the link below

Author Interview| By Ruth Anne Garcia

Exciting News!!

I had the pleasure of being interviewed by the one and only Ruth Anne Garcia !

She’s a wonderful book reviewer, beta reader, interviewer, mother, student, wife and best of all friend.

Please feel free to click HERE to be linked to the interview on her website

Here’s a snippet of the interview:

interview

Ghost, Soul, and Other| EP 1

Episode 1

The Journey

Ghost floated away from the body, but Soul decided to go the other way. As their person had his fill of oxygen and experiences on this realm. Ghost wandered seeing this old town a new. “I’ve never seen this mountain or those trees before.” Thought Ghost to himself. Colors were brighter and smells were stronger. Time seemed like an ocean with many rivers attached. Ghost’s person was a child… no a man… no no he was a fetus with a plan! Ghost saw the life he’d been through and many others plain and clear, he thought it was his overactive imagination… could this be a memory of what he’s never dared to dream?

Soul however, she was not so attached to this realm, actually…she wasn’t attached to any realm. She swept between screen after screen of what life could have been. She was heading upwards with purpose and she was not to be stopped. Soul was so light, much lighter than her other… her what you can call “brother” … what you can call Ghost.

Soul always hated that they were mistaken for each other, her and her “brother”. Their person never knew them fully, sure he stared at the mirror many times, before dates, after long days and sometimes just to appreciate his body. He saw Ghost more than he saw her… and she felt left out most of the time. Although; come night time she journeyed as far as she could without breaking the golden thread. Oh, how she hated that golden thread. The big voice always reminded her of the golden thread. “200,000 miles left on your thread.” It would say. “You must slow down or you’ll stray.” It reminded Soul.

Soul was respecting the golden thread as much as she could, but today she’s finally free. No more threads holding her back, she flew as fast as she could. Oh, how good it feels to not worry about that golden thread. Even though she’s sure of her person’s departure, she hesitates sometimes while flying. A memory of that thread haunts her head until the Voice says loudly: “You are free, come back to me and tell me all you have learned.”

Ghost was there for the funeral, he was confused of why the adults cried like children. He flinched before going through a wall, then he made it a point to go through every wall in the funeral home. He scared a few cats for laughs then he respectfully stood by his person. Ghost wondered who that person is now, now that his sister, soul, is gone. Who is this person laying in that coffin? People came close, “too close” thought ghost. They told stories that Ghost remembered fondly. At that moment Ghost insisted on going back to the body but soul had left… no strings attached, he remembered.

Ghost thought, I need to find the other… our third maybe then I can convince Soul to come back. Ghost thought he needed a tailor with golden threads!

Click here for episode 2

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Image credit HERE!

 

 

Pieces

We were forged out of the same stone

Ages ago

Then we were separated

The big bang scattered us like ash

As they speculated

But the magnetic field was too strong

And it couldn’t have dissipated

Life time after another

We mange to find each other

Putting pieces that were lost

Back together

And the image becomes clear

The memory of that stone

Inches near

Until we become one

Whole again

I have missed you

My dear friend

Naked

I wondered

How embarrassing must it be

To be naked

Outside

Like this tree

She has no shame

Not one bit

And she claims

That she had lived

A thousand and one

Days under the sun

Naked

Happy

And Free

I wondered how great it would be

To be naked like that tree

Holiday Reading

Are you looking for a unique and easy read this holiday that all family members can enjoy?

Stranger Paths, The Magic in The Madness Poetry Collection

Is a beautifully written book full of inspiration and hope. The author is an Iraqi woman detailing life in Iraq as the war started and her journey from a war torn world to beautiful America. A truly inspirational story!

Available in paperback and eBook