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Today I am feeling strange
Like I am invading the poems
searching for the right letters to describe…
What is the taste of a lose
And then sings my memory’s tribe…
The last rythem
To cover the memories
The feelings to bribe…
Like the old days i remember
In the cold shaking
Like a phone’s vibe
Give me one sign
that all is gonna be simple and causy
That i am on the right way of healing
That the bitter taste will go away
I just wanna wipe
All the answers that end with i don’t know
All the letdowns i never let go
All the broken signs without a Glow
All the cold winters without a snow
All the empty conversations
That begins with you
All the fainted lies that kept me slow
All the karmas i have lived
Like a seires or a show
Like the last time I was not free
Like the conversation we don’t agree
Like a kiss from an OCD
To an original soul like me

Ghada Rustom

الترجمة إلى العربية

أشعر اليوم بالغرابة
وكأنني أغزو القصائد
بحثا عن الحروف كي أصف شعوري
كي أصف طعم الخسارة
فتغني قبيلة ذاكرتي
الايقاع الاخير
كي تخفي ذكرياتي وترشيها
كتلك الايام التي ما زلت أذكر
ارتجافي بالبرد  كإرتجاج الهاتف
أعطني إشارة واحدة
بان كل شيء سيكون بسيطا كالدفء
بانني على الطريق الصحيح للتعافي
بأن ذلك المرار سيزول
أنا أريد فقط أن امحي
كل الاجابات التي تنتهي ب “لا أعلم”
كل الخذلان الذي لم أخذله ابدا
كل اللافتات المسكورة بلا ضوء
كل الشتاءات التي تأتي دون ثلج
كل المحادثات الفارغة التي تبدأ بك!
كل الأكاذيب الهشة التي أعاقتني
كل الكارمات التي عشتها كمسلسل تلفزيوني
او كعرض على المسرح
كتلك المرة التي لم أكن بها حرة
كتلك المحادثات التي لم نتفق عليها يوما
كتلك القبلة من وسواس قهري أتعبت روحا نبيلة كروحي…

غادة رستم

Kill the sentence

The details in everyone
Sometimes can be torn ,they shred ..
All the things that have been done
Could have betrayed us
Now we know why we bled..

The sentences we wrote
To kill
To hurt
Have killed us instead ..

The irony we fought
Laughed at us
And said : time to go to bed..

The long nights melted in the air
Quietly with pain in red..
Sometimes we should be a ware
Of all the stars that have been shed..

The sentences we wrote
To destroy
To hurt
Have destroyed us instead ..

The irony we fought
Laughed at us
And said : time to go to bed..

All the sentences i write
Must be killed
They leave letters behind
They must be dead..
For every detail to me led..

Written in 26/2/2011

Ghada Rustom

Lucid Forecast

Do i love you?
I can’t answer that fast
To me your love is strange
And i predict it might not last
But will you truly love me?
I can’t forecast
I won’t leave with you
I can’t leave everything behind
Or cast
I won’t go with you
You are a stranger
And your secret is vast
My vision has raised the mast
I am fading in the future of your eyes
But what a blast!
What a lucid eyes
I can’t tell
I can’t forecast
Neither the future nor the past!

Written by Ghada Rustom
11/1/2011
Syria/ Damascus/ Zabadani city

Change

Drawn
Into something strange
Not like water
Not like air
Not like a champagne
Oh Strange

Dawn
In me with a wide range
Not an art
Not a start
But it is a change
Oh strange

And i am falling and sinking
Deeper and so deep
Without wings to fly
Without air to keep
And i am not a sleep

Alone
Like a buried shroud
Not like earth
Not like mud
Not like a cloud
Unknown feeling loud
Not a bang
Not a fuss
Not a mess of crowd
Oh strange
It is a change..

Written by Ghada Rustom
31/05/2010
Syria/ Damascus/ Zabadani city

Satisfied

Alone I cried
Simply i shed away Tears
And i lied
I am okay
I am alive
Feelings i casted aside
The hugs i wanna leave behind
And i am shy
Once My heart In your arms
stopped and died

I was to you so cheap
You knew where the wound is
And you just kept and still keep
Stabbing me in the same place
With every No you hurt so deep
I am feeling cold
All i want is to sleep
Like a fetus Twisting around
like a creep

I made you out of a stranger
Sculptured you into a danger
Into a dangerous steep
That once i lured in
Along my sweep
I sculptured you into my death
Into a Gravestone on my heap

I casted away dust
And i lied
I am okay
And Feelings casted aside
I have burned my ships behind
Got into the jungle of your lies
And My heart In your arms
stopped and died
There were some hugs
I wanted to leave behind
I died
And you are my Gravestone
Finally i am satisfied!

Ghada Rustom

Meet me at 3 AM

Meet me at 3 am on WhatsApp
I wanna just see you online
To make sure you are breathing
I will pick and get the sign

And down to my spine
Down to my spine
I shiver from your icy heart
Where you drew a mighty line

Meet me at 3 am with your lies
I can’t get my eyes closed
I can’t breath in the tides
In this : once we crossed a road

And down to my spine
Down to my spine
I shiver from your icy heart
I am paralyzed with your wine

And down to my spine
Down to my spine
I yearn to that hug
To a brown embrace like a pine
I cry for that hug
That never happened
that wasn’t once mine 

Meet me at 3 am
looking at the same star
From our windows
Keep me in your soul as a rose
That once hurted me fine

Ghada Rustom

In Love A gain

Oh mother that’s hurts
Your daughter is in love again!..
Just like a muted question
With no answer
Like a lonely dance in the rain..
a crying arm that misses it’s watch
Yearned to the embrace and the vein!
Your daughter is in love again

Oh dear that’s hurts
I am in love again .
A total desert around a plane..
No skies no water and no blue
Surrounded by cactuses and pain..
And i am drowning in sand
Like a wild horse with a chain..
Nothing is to blame
I am not sane
Your daughter is in love again…

Ghada Rustom

سفينة نوح

وحملناه على ذات الواح ودسر ..

سجناء الحجر الصحي كالعصافير في الاقفاص …

الوان اكريليك ٤٠سم×٣٠سم

الوان اكريليك ٤٠سم×٣٠سم

سجناء الحجر الصحي كالعصافير في الاقفاص …

درع من ورق

درع من ورق .. طفولة معذبة .. سوريا الدولة المتوحشة

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