Biography of Bilal Khoukhi
A front-end Developer, computer science student. I am passionate about technology, art and architecture.
Bilal Khoukhi Poems
Old times Yesterday sure feels like old times We were lovers, we were good friends I laughed at her jokes and witty puns
She stood up, and started to dance on her toes I asked her to sit down, she must take it slow Tunisia, Egypt, Libya & Syria.. what else to blow?
My Story With You
I will remember you As the girl from down the street The street in that French state A dream place, that's now obsolete
Change, I need to make some change Like a bird, I want to leave this cage
Keep Some Tears
Keep some tears © Bilal Khoukhi Up stairs in your room
Dear Mr. President, You practically practiced the fuckery You are the king
You wash your face with my tears No need to pretend Everything is clear My heart is torn into pieces
You Are No Longer
You shot me, you almost killed me Your words penetrated my body They reached my heart, but no, you didn't break me I have paid the fee, fully, for my stupidity, I trusted you
Learn To Love
All that is hidden above you beautiful earth Unseen beautiful hearts and souls The good look bad as the bad show their worth Lovers sneak to steal kisses and growls
A Palestinian Child And A Bully
She's only a child, riding her bike Injustice brought you to her land Only to kill, destroy and steal To be unjust, what does it feel like?
I am sorry I let you down It is my fault I am not around Our story is over, and so are we it was a mistake, not purposely
The Homeless Man
A worthless quarter of a dollar laying around It caught the attention of the homeless man Challenge accepted. He will get it if he can 'I'll save it' He said, 'For the grand plan'
Dandelions like my hair are grey They grow tall to get blown away The gentle wind makes them sway It makes them dance, kind of shy
A Life I Desire
Deep down I ask if I am looking, Am I looking? Looking to find, or to be found I am looking? Inside my chest my heart is glass, is it broken? I am not broken, I am sure, here is my token
It could rain, let it rain, let all these lovers cry
Through the pain they complain, oh my oh my
Am I insane, what is sanity? It kissed my ass goodbye
Let them all explain, I'm a good girl, I'm a good guy
Always sick and tired, that became their normal life
Complain. What's there to gain? Cry baby cry
Do you feel restrained? Cry until your eyes are dry
Pick a lane, your choice, either a predator or a prey
Don't blame me for your choices. How would you like to die?