Mohammed Hassan (Piracy In The Mediterranean)

Rookie (3/3/1990 / Al Iskandarī yah)

Mohammed Hassan (Piracy In The Mediterranean) Poems

1. The World We Never Saw 9/20/2009
2. I Philosopher 9/20/2009
3. Seduce The Mermaid 9/20/2009
4. Mercy Land 9/20/2009
5. Handwriting - Fear 9/20/2009
6. Demons Paradise 9/20/2009
7. Raging The Child 9/20/2009
8. Time For Mistakes 9/20/2009
9. Same Old Song 9/20/2009
10. The Diary's Pencil 9/20/2009
11. Nightpath 9/26/2009
12. Preoccupied 9/26/2009
13. Poems In Vain 9/26/2009
14. Messenger Of Wrong Nation 9/26/2009
15. Half Passion 9/28/2009
16. Under My Bed 9/28/2009
17. The Right Door 9/28/2009
18. My Circus Show 10/11/2009
19. The Withered Gardens 10/28/2009
20. Al Zabaaniyah 11/1/2009
21. My Destiny Isn'T Heaven 11/1/2009
22. A Young Sunny Day 11/8/2009
23. Hands Of Sin 11/29/2009
24. Along The Path To Hell 11/29/2009
25. Sunset 12/2/2009
26. Clarion 12/2/2009
27. Innocence Is Weakness 12/2/2009
28. Seeing You 1/9/2010
29. The Same Blue Daybreak 7/5/2010
30. Hindermost 9/27/2010
31. Greyish Lustre 10/14/2010
32. Stupidity Ocean 10/18/2010
33. Dear Poor Nemesis, There's No Entrance 11/2/2010
34. No One Collides 11/4/2010
35. Magenta Lies 12/14/2010
36. Whatsoever 12/14/2010
37. Dies Irae 2/21/2011
38. Wonder Woes 2/26/2011
39. The Last Poem I Will Waste On You (Lifeless Birthday Wish) 6/3/2011
40. Deciduous Vines 7/13/2011
Best Poem of Mohammed Hassan (Piracy In The Mediterranean)

Heart Of The Sea

Atmosphere full of fear
Hard to feel the heat of tear
Heart of the sea turns into steel
That dream is only so real

I Iaid my pencil down
Can't bear no more sound
I only sold the dawn
To gain for you a star

The story teller's eyes
Faked one more tale
About a diary full of lies
Shield me from myself

A nightingale singing the old ballad
A mother entwining her daughter's hair
The father is out teaching his son
How to obey the lord's willing

My life became miserable since I
Started to dream of the butterfly's wings
You've been ...

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The World We Never Saw

her bed and the lame remind me of her
the bed and the pillows where she used to sleep
the black varnish still on the walls there
like the old fantasies about wolves and deers

every word I wrote fits every line she draws
the breeze she fanned to me every time she sighed
her fine art fits the world we never saw
the typical has their darker side when they die

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