Sesquipedalianist

I was going through my stuff looking for a g9eedeh to post, I found this. It really sucks, in my opinion, but it kind of has a message. At least it was meant to have one. I remember I wrote this around two years ago. I was chatting with someone who had just added me on msn, I had no idea who she was, but she was upset and she kept talking about how fake her friends were. Later that night, I felt like writing something, so I wrote this. At that time I had just started, so its probably very bad in comparison to the other g9eedeh I've posted. I just feel that something that comes from the heart would be way better than the most beautiful piece of writing in the world. Though there are four horrible lines that I think you guys could do without.. غرقانه في بكىً كان عني غايب مثل ماي البحر على اليرح قسوته بكاي و نوحي على معنى كلمه يعايب الصداقه الي من الصدق طالعه كلمته وين الصدق عند ناسٍ كانوا لقلبي حبايب و اليوم كلٍ منهم بان على حقيقته كل من دخل حياتي كان الحزن يايب لصدري ياب الضيق و...

A villanelle is a form of poetry. I love using this form because it gives a poem a sense of rhythm and rhyme. This specific poem was an in-class assignment, which meant I probably wrote it in less than an hour. It’s probably far from perfect; I rarely bother with doing revisions. I cry my eyes out each night All I ever think about is you I need you back in my sight With you my days are always bright I love you and because I do I cry my eyes out each night Kill myself from pain I might Even though you said we’re through I need you back in my sight I don’t know if what I’m doing is right My days seem all very blue I cry my eyes out each night I sit here feeling hurt tonight About what to do I haven’t a clue I need you back in my sight I bleed now from the lips I bite My love for you is ever so true I cry my eyes out each night I need you back in my sight Another love poem: simple, easy, doesn’t require much imagination. I’m not a great fan of love poems myself, but I find myself leaning ...

I spent a lot of time in thinking of what poem I’m going to post first, since I’m just starting, most of my Arabic poems simply suck. At least that’s just my point of view about them; whatever I write, no matter how shitty it turns out to be, people say that its great, and I have no way of knowing if they’re being sincere or not. I decided on a poem that was really hard to write, maybe the hardest one I’ve written; it’s not even complete. It’s the first poem I tried to write 3ala ba7ar, or ma3arf maybe it’s the first one where I succeeded in doing so. I haven’t been able to do that in any other poem I tried to write afterwards; that probably indicates how long a road I have to down in order to be a good poet. Ktabt bs 5 abyat, hayail I really like, ana katbeh 3 abyat zyadeh bs a7s y5arboon 3al g9eedeh bdal may3adloonha. Its still incomplete to me, bs I couldn’t manage to add anything to it without ruining it. I love this poem because through writing it I discovered that ayshay maktoob ...