I Write... The Rest Is Not Mine Poem by Atef Ayadi

i write,
i do not deal with copy rights

-i know well my rights;
i know well my damn space-

i write to trigger
someone's senses;

one at the time,
all at once,

or
it is up to you to use
fairly your senses.
it is up to you to
manage
fairly your responses.

I write

because
i do not have other things to do.

i write like a kid.
i write the way i eat,
walk,
and I do not see anyone is stopping me
from
eating
or walking
unless

it is an urgent matter
or i let him invade my space
-it is rare even in my dreams.-


language is

basically how i feel about you
him,
her,
her or his dog,
her or his cat,
anybody, and anything.

i can kill or create a word
depends on my needs.

sometimes,

i do not need
anything.

i want to forget myself and be in the mind of someone else.
or be something:
a tree, a stone,
a lake,
a bird, ..., anything

i do not need a language to be completely silent.

i do not need a language to take a deep breath
and get to the rescue.

i like to creat from a language
a brutal noise, completely mute silence, or in between
a language like a silent snow or a brutal fire,

or rainy language.