Sunday, June 29, 2025

Breakfast in hell.

I have to accept i am a piece of hell mKing
Ideas soften inside and roughen my skin
Blending my takes i try
I fail
I wonder whose fault it is
Someones else living my dreams
Every.
Single.
One.
In everything
I do not have the upper hand in the things i create
The things i make
Mine
Part of me my body my mind
Are not really mine
And i have theemptiness of the eggs beans and mushrooms to prove it
I hurt
Very much
I try
I fail 
I push it breaks
They are not my friend
They are not interested
In me
For i am a piece of hell 
In my familys life.  

Friday, June 27, 2025

ما تفرضي رائيك

رائيك قوي
بدون اناقة ولا هدي
ما تفرضي رائيك 
رائيك حار
وانتي ما نار

ما تفرضي رائيك 
رائيك غالب
وانا ما نحن ما …. معاك
ما تفرضي رائيك
You arebossy 
ماتفرضي رائيك 
خليها و خلينا
ما تفرضي علينا
Ur thoughts
ما تفرضي رائيك 
Just leave us alone
ما تفرضي رائيك 
انا مع ناس …
بي جاي
ما 
تفرضي
رائيك
كل ما ساي
ما تفرضي رائيك 
I give
And i never ask
ما تفرضي رائيك
بحلم بي rotana in a dofferent past
In those stories
I cannot write
What a waste of 6.49 
ما تفرضي رائيك
انا احسن منك 
ما تفرضي رائيك
The tears hold
For now
But i am close to not understanding how
Of what ive become…
ما تفرضي رايئك
He wont come for me…
Or will he?
I dont know
Wait….
22.25
Wait….
ما تفرضي رايئك
Its research
The aches and pains and mistakes
ما تفرضي رايئك 
ما تجيني
Wait
U dominant piece of shit
ما تفرضي
رايئك
U slap piece of fuck
ما تفرضي رايئك
U useles piece of waste
Wait
22.27
ما تفرضي رايئك
U sensitive piece of scum 
ما تفرضي رايئك
Told u i was tired
Ur the last piece of shit on my mind
Maybe once a week if ur lucky 
Wait
22.28 
Volcano lava on my face
Sit back and enjoy the silence
The loneliness
Let the lava burn ur clothes
Let it tske ur heartبس ما تفرضيرايئكU ugly piece of woman….
 

Monday, June 23, 2025

True words

Im feeling sick
Feom the inside out
Im feeling wrong
No longer strong
Im feeling weak 
And meek
Towards my life
Im feeling dependant like an old man to their walking stick
But not for moving for stalling
I am not well
I feel down
And around and around
My wishes are nit my command
I am not anything
I am not promising
I am  not right
There is  no fight
Left in me
I am alone
With a heart of stone
All these ideas
Are like drugs
Turning me over
Into a dry ash leaf
I am a thief
Of myself
Broken unspoken
An emotoy tokwn
Unable to fulfill 
My own aspirations
Chosen
Fragmented
I am ill represented.
I am not well

Monday, June 9, 2025

Black ice

Im sick
Really sick
Ice that doesnt melt in the sun
Eyes that cannot see
A body that has no truth
Or love
Fake
Im black
Rotting like a dead apple
Even my choices are scary
I can see the evidence

——
Who can i talk to?
No one in this world
With all these people and yet im so lonely
So far
So sad
So bad
So mad
So cannot be her friend my own 
Always angry at me and im always angry at her
Love depleted
95 euros worth of nothing
So quick to act
Filling in the spaces i cant
Im …
I
Have no one who likes me
Escp god
He really wouldnt like me

What it is...

I see Life like a rose in the ice... beautiful but with cold settings - There are so many incredible things out there - but we always need to fight and perservere against the hardships too... otherwise the cold will win ... and we will wither away.

My imagination has led me to believe in something called 'Sudan Fairytale' -
The fantasy that My country will one day be independant and proud, never selfsish to provide its people with its needs, give freedom and success to all, be forever committed to achieve a prosperous inhabitance to every Sudanese in their own country-

My eyes fail me and I see the truth which I call - 'Khartoum Heartbreak' - This is a theme running through the blog under the 'Khartoum Heartbreak' Poems and whatever else about Sudan conveying broken down love, poor streets and cut off electricity along with a lot of other decays and problems in Khartoum city Life.

But I love my country and so I have no choice but to merge the Pain and the Love as one.

Faith is my heart and I could never do without it hoping in my prayers that I can be someone better always and that God forgives me as I fall in Mistakes through that frozen path of Life...

Sometimes I feel under control with all the too many emotions that run to colour my days and nights - Books, movies, music, dreams, friends, family, strangers, travel, - reality - the 10 O' Clock news -Most of the time I'm very Lost in trying to understand - whatever happens becomes tangled into writing this confusing memoir -

It's a really odd combination of air - not sure whether it is refreshing or suffocating - stabilising or maddening - But I breathe and
so it is
'Memoirs of a Sudanese breath' as I am 'Lost but under control' -