"To write. So that, to live". #six
Anwer Ghani

A poet from Iraq. 1973
First Post, Prolific Writer, Super Fan
I want someone who will sees my fire and call it light. Someone who will play with me in the dark Someone who will watch me watch the stars Some w...Read more
As I try to fall asleep, a song plays on the radio, 500 Miles. And suddenly, the words pull memories back into the dark. What if no one knows I’m al...Read more
A serene mind amidst the burning chaos; like a stone in a raging fire She was feigning ignorance, burning oneself but wouldn't shatter Her body fro...Read more
I know you’ll never forgive me for walking away, but you don’t see the truth— I’ve been gone for years, a ghost scattering slivers of myself like shat...Read more
Ah, to this land of the monsoon, where unrelenting sunny spells reign Yet for frozen land tourists, a tropical warm boon. Where bullock carts, stra...Read more
Still undefined, Poetry is an artistry that still can't be identified, Each word are laces born from curiosity and longing.. Poetry is beauty and p...Read more
As I lie awake, I cannot fathom where the feeling of emptiness came from. My eyes are staring at the ceilings, waiting for hours to fall asleep, but ...Read more
o’ writer how does it feel to hear your words from lips foreign to yours, for a tongue new to the taste of you— at y...Read more
Let's go dancing in the rain, Try to move between drops, Dance step through the puddles, Use the thunder and lightning to count the steps, Or the soun...Read more
Content: a state of peaceful happiness I am pleased with the path I've already walked. The stones I've crawled over to get here have left me more t...Read more
My soul is the only thing I am leaving with! Everything else is transitory…. expiration date loading. The body will expire, but the soul will not, ...Read more
Why was I not there when your world was crushing beneath your feet, and you were lying in chaos over your sheets? Why was I not there when you felt y...Read more
I ran away and didn't want to look back. I drove four hours to escape my problems. Two hours to never hear the screams again Five hours to start a new...Read more
It's hard not to notice beauty when everything is dying. But somehow, we automatically feel sad for whats beautiful because it must dwell among thing...Read more
Split in half is my mind Into two- blue and pink No matter how much I try to bind Or try to embed or shrink They both go their separate ways Li...Read more
IN THIS SEASON, I AM DEDICATED TO BEING THE WATER LILY, THE ONE THAT RISES ABOVE THE DIRT AND MURKY WATERS TO BATH IN THE SUN. IN THIS SEASON, I HAV...Read more