Biography of Locura Alaam
Started writing Poetry at the age of 14, and even though at the first the interest was mostly in Arabic Poetry, later on the interest turned to English at the age of 16.
Nevertheless, the interest has furthermore expanded over the past year into Rap, and now the skill in writing raps (and rapping to an extent) is being developed as well.
My real first name is Husain, by the way.
Locura Alaam Poems
Hold My Hand
Just hold my hand, girl we'll walk through this together We'll keep it up forever Won't let it end ever
The Joy Of Life
Oneday comes while another one goes That's my life: so full of woes Bob Marley said and I attest -With so much pain that's in my chest
My First Actual Rap Song
Chorus As I went on living life with sorrow sharp as a knife I went through quite the change
A Song For A Very Dear Friend
Listen now, my pearl Even though I'm just a churl I do know life is hard Don't need to ask no card
A long time it sure has been Tell me do you miss my pen? The words of ink that I lay down To rest on paper without a frown
The Mysteries of Life
By the light reflected from the moon By the night in its prime at noon Life goes by and death flows nigh People smile and sometimes sigh
By Death, dear, and the name of Hell
By Death, dear, and the name of Hell Wouldst thou, one day, so ring my knell? By Hell, and Death, I'm just a shell I ask thee, love, just do it well
Bahrain, my Dear Country
Bahrain, my dear country You ask how I love thee? Would you ask on any day For a verbal answer, I would say
Drowsy I felt when she Embraced me softly A joy mathless...O si! Tender they were and holy
Procrastination on Math Project in IB da...
We have to do a Math Project In life, it's a mental reject In IB, it is no joke For sanity already broke
I'm losing concentration I'm falling in damnation I'm hearing incantations Full-time hallucinations
My heart here, dwells in pain Why does it happen again? Will my life end in vain After that God damn'd rain?
The Lost Kingdom
Kingdom of Glory! Home of Beauty! At which the Dawn can never be Tainted by the Dark, or Misery
She smiled and with a whisper said 'Get thee back to bed The night is young, and so art thou Rest at ease, my dear, for now'
The Mysteries of Life
By the light reflected from the moon
By the night in its prime at noon
Life goes by and death flows nigh
People smile and sometimes sigh
As fate is raised, eyes are dazed
How can one not be amazed?
By the pen and mind of Keats
As Joy, Sorrow, in his song meets
Composing life in paradoxical means