Friday, July 4, 2025

Nagat was lonely

But she used faith to survive
What do i have
Non the wiser i am the modern lonely professor
Letting it seep and seep and rot me
Yet i do not have all the things she did
I only saw the last while
Spoilt she said to me
Maybe
Now i see i copied
Inspired by the wrong
But it can be hard
Whos right and where do lines merge
Tough i remember
Actions i would take and then hate
Do them but dont accept them
Its
Lonely
My world
Sitting here
So afraid of the future amidst people chatting away and me typing into this begging
Begging for my tears not to fall 
I surrender to my pain
Its so hard to pretend your strong
And i am wrong
In so many things
Too late
Its fate
To fail 
I surrender
To my pain 
Let it all rain
The acid 
The wishful thinking
The turmoil
Inside me
The inability to proceed
The thoughts i do not have
The ones i do i want to refund
Lonely
In every single
Letter
Lonely
Unableto become
Unable to break free
Unable to push through 
Unable to believe
Unable to imagine but rot
Unable
I surrender to my illness
Of loneliness

Its sad what ive become
I know losing my country has a role
Its like being told ur made of the wrong thing
I fit here and i dont
I hate it
All these fusion powers inside me cutting of like that nighttime darkness in khartoums blackness during those 3 hour  cuts. But sometimes it came back in 40 min and we were delighted
Fill the buckets it will cut again … now
My buckets remain empty like it and darkness has stayed forever




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

Tuesday, May 6, 2025

Sometimes

Sometimes im this
Sometimes im that
Sometimes im broken
Sometimes i shake
Myself lonely for bait

Sometimes i wonder
Sometimes i dont
Sometimes i imagine the
Scenes of my thoughts
Flying over and under out of my heart and into my mind
Sometimes i wish i was inside them theyre good for the ride

Sometimes i weep
Sometimes i hurt
Them all
Sometimes im not magical 
Or spiritual
Just physically wrong
Sometimes im alone
Ineverything
Soemtimes itsmy fault
Always 

I cant smell your kindness

She spoke
She isright im a messed up float
Of asinking human being
Unhealthy
Self sabotage queen
And going around in circles master
Unable to communicate my disasters
Here i am letting my angry face win
And the dissipate from my disease

I cant smell your kindness so use this to mask your odour
Of terrible mothership and owndership
Cant control yourself so control others
Fear it
You are a terrible person 
Know it
Your sins are unacceptable

Believe it your smell is disgusting
Own up to it
You are shadows worth of nothing 

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' -