Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Burn My Heart Burn my heart there is nobody to judge you Burn my heart pour your love over the flames Burn my heart I would choose you to die with Burn my heart when sensation arises on the way Continue reading Burn my Heart & Two other new poems by Ahmad Al-khatat
In the Cemetery In the cemetery, I was standing on my knees, reading verses of the holy book to the tombs I was praying with tears on my cheeks until the graveyard stopped me and asked me if I was Continue reading In the Cemetery and Two other new poems by Ahmad Al-khatat
Good Morning I wake up on my alarm clock, It doesn’t say to me good morning I drink my first cup of coffee, It doesn’t say to me good morning I eat my first bites of bacon, It doesn’t say Continue reading Good Morning & Two other new poems by Ahmad Al-khatat
What’s Inside My Heart What’s inside my heart is unraveled sorrows between regrets leaves from the trees of my honesty to the people I love the most What’s inside my heart are arteries living on my ache’s bad habits that Continue reading What’s Inside My Heart & Two other new poems by Ahmad Al-Khatat
Without a Mouth I asked my parents why the moon and sun exist without a mouth, and live with grief in their eyes my father said because mankind lies to each other everyday, below the sincere sunshine then my mother Continue reading Without a Mouth by Ahmad Al-khatat
Museum of Corpses Inside museum of corpses there are dead refugees bodies who died ’cause they were not characters, but priceless, experiments That helped humankind, with plastic surgery, they test dangers And feature The weapons Of flesh and blood, crash Continue reading Museum of Corpses by Ahmad Al-khatat
I Will Wait For You I will wait for you till the day I forget you It hurts me to realize that you cannot forget me meanwhile I used to love you only ’cause you had a thousand excuses to Continue reading I Will Wait For You by Ahmad Al-khatat
Death Philosophy Someone who loves chilling dancing drinking smoking asks me if I write with an ink? I answer to her with yes, it’s from my pain my ache my lonely my grief with the colour of death philosophy Will Continue reading Death Philosophy & three other poems by Ahmad Al-khatat
Silent Cancer They have sold me in the black market without bargaining, I was given away not by choice chains of sweats were all over my daily fatigue Pulling me down painfully and bleeding me to dryness without a drop Continue reading Silent Cancer by Ahmad Al-khatat
Tears Of The Sad Stars The other day; I wore my Victorian suit and I poured myself a cup of English tea. As I take my first sip, I saw a giant Viking ship, sinking quickly. In seconds everything was Continue reading Tears Of The Sad Stars by Ahmad Al-khatat