http://slow.writerscafe.org/Bmaaitah The original writings of author B. Maaitah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776073843 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Long time no write! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/2945838/ I had a dreamOne day you’ll be hereTo take away my fearTo lay me on your chestAnd hold me so nearI had a dreamYou’ll come and never leaveAnd I will no longer grieveLay all my worries to restIn that dream I believedThe dream became realYou showed the love you fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/2114858/ I wanna wake up kissing youI dont want to sleep missing youYou’re my smile in every morningYou stole my heart without any warning I want you all of you now and foreverNot a minute away from my side everI love you and love you moreEach time you pass through the doorEach .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/2091606/ You’re my all and my EverythingYou’re the flowers of my springIn my skies you’re the sunshine..You’re the song of love that I singAll the joy that you sweetly bring;It hardly matches but nothing When I’m lost you’re the shoreline..You’re .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/2088733/ an Italian poem I wrote when I was learning Italian English translation provided. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/2011828/ His body defies biologyShoulders stolen...From Greek mythologyHis touch is a gateway to a spaceA new dimension...Beyond my cosmologyHis mind is a mental mazeWith an unmatched paceAn unseen technology...The anatomy of his,Enchanting face...Reshaped my psychologyWhen I'm lost in his,Infinite gaze...I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/2011811/ I see the booze fill up your eyesI see you get high on other people's liesAnd you get blurryYou get blurry in my eyesI don't want to seeI don't want you to beMy star but only shining in their skiesI see the drunk air around you riseI see them surround you girls and guysAnd I watc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1812868/ A vision of Monet he lingersI'm the Woman With The ParasolAt the magic of his fingersI'm a painting with a soulOn a canvas he's a Van GoghAnd I'm his Starry NightBetween his brushes and eyesHe bathes my senses in serene delightHe's the calm of RaphaelEmbracing me the Sistine Ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1794472/ He's a wild horse without a reinHe's a Rainbow without the rainA sea of colors, a sky wide and brightHe's the print of sunset, before the nightHe's my Rainbow after my rainHe's the insanity that made me saneHe's a smile, A bite of delightHe's the wrong that's so rightHe's the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1794451/ He's the night, he's the lightAnd everything in betweenHe's an embrace, so tightEvery end to every meanHe's my black, He's my whiteMy rainbow in every sceneHe's a kiss, He's a biteA love mark blue and greenHe's a vision, he's a sightHe's the script and the screenHe's a touch, so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1648195/ His eyes are a universeA galaxy of two dark starsTheir beauty doubled in reverseContrasting the red of MarsHis eyes are a remedyWhen out is all the lightMighty like a realm of MercuryDeeper than the hollow of the nightHis eyes got a tight hold of meFor He's the sun that mov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1630351/ Paint my pain and write my sorrowMourn my today and grieve my tomorrowWhen all has fallen and all has crashedThe heart burns and the soul is the ashTears go dry and tears aren't enoughThe once gentle spirit grows toughWhen no one believes you start to doubtWhen no one hears you no longer shoutYou sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1575388/ A little Something in the spirit of Malala's receipt of the Nobel Peace Prize :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1426825/ Dance meTo the end of loveTo the end of timeTo the heights of heaven...Gleaming aboveDance meOn crystal lakesOn freezing landOn a floor drowned...With snowy flakesDance meTo where angels goTo were sorrows perishTo where the weary light...Ever so lightly glowDance me On a an endless abyssOn a bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1324956/ I don't know if this qualifies as "Free-Styling" .. but I think it is, it was fun to try... Enjoy ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1302973/ I can't pretend to remember... The first time I laid eyes on you...Was it a May or a December...Did we stay an hour...Or did we linger for two..But it doesn't actually matterFor it opened a different chapter...And a story began anew..I know what you areBeyond what you showI know the YOU thatYou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1294349/ Watching you my midnight loverAs you sleep under my bed coverLike I'm the only one you touchThe one you love oh so muchBut what a cheating snake...Go and take all you can takeMy heart can no further breakCold and hollow I lay next to youScorned by all that you secretly doThinking of those women you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1220200/ Take me. Take me.Bite me let it ache me And meet my endless lustTill desire brutally shakes meHungry eyes...That burn and scald me.Hands like flaming fire...Took over and sprawled meSo burn me... Turn me...Claim my rearTake me... Take me...I'm Burning Here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1218582/ That payphone across the streetWhere we used to sneak to meetExudes with our youthful scentOf what our young love once meantDialing a kiss, calling a heartbeatTo a passion full of steamy heatA booth smudged with our teen printWhere we once lost our only centWhen a tight embrace tangled our feetOn th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1158727/ a letter of a mother to her unborn baby whom she's going to abort... P.S: not a personal experience. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1155636/ Chaos in my headLoneliness in my bedAnd the dawn echos...The things that we saidLoneliness at night comesOh the melody that it hums,Consoling my tears...With rhythmic beating drumsIn this empty placeLooking for your traceA glimpse of your smile...A remembrance of your faceA lovers' stolen dream.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1146101/ Lonely Cup of lonely Cafe'Dark as an October's NightSipping the troubles AwayA sip of misery a sip of FrightFall for yet another Cliche'Waiting for a break of LightDancing on top of an AshtrayBlack is the coffee in a mug of WhiteSighs make the steam SwayTill it fades out of sight...Black dismay blac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1139222/ I just don't like irrational people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1130931/ Old men at the barWatching my young soulDark their eyes like dark coalWith their heart as black as tarThose old men at the barDrinking my sight from across the roomGetting drunk on my faint perfumeAs they sit and glare from far..The old men at the barTug more on their drinksAs they see his hand on m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1112030/ I'll be your Mona Lisa, you're finest work of artI'll be your inspiration, I'll be the light in your heartI'll be the colorful painting, with the mysterious smileI'll be the body that you can shape, in any and every styleI'll be the palette, from which you creatively drawto make me a masterpiece, li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1061155/ in our part of the world, two people of different religions cannot marry, it'd cause trouble and they'd both abandoned by their families..but love happens, asks about no names, asks about no religion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1059428/ أهواك... و اهوى الانتظار للقياكأهوى قسوة رجولتك..و ه&#.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1053374/ on the woods I set off one day to travelas the secrets of the winds, began to unravelput on those old red riding shoes...and off I went with a heart full of bluesin the distance, I saw the life of mepictures and pictures, of all that could be..hesitant I was, not wanting to reach my destination.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1031689/ Listen... simply listen, do not utter a wordListen, then ponder on what you've heard...Listen, softly to the voice of my heartListen... listening is the start...Here the story of him and I goesHow two strangers, one day got close...He saw me, saw beyond the face, saw beyond the bodyCause if just a w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1030421/ In the calm of this endless night,It's you I helplessly seek and chaseAnd my frail memory relentlessly searchesFor the sweet remembrance of your face, Far away you are, my one true loveOn another land, breathing different airlonely I am not, but longing to you I amConsoled by a joy we used to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1030407/ I wouldn't really call this a poem...just something to read. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/1028051/ vocabulary wise might not be the best, mainly because it's meant to be a story that rhymes more than a poem full of metaphors.. the story is entirely fictional. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/986903/ You're A Man... Because of how you embrace my FemininityYou're A Man... Because in your eyes I've found my InfinityYou're A Man... Because among men, you're a Diamond among the RocksYou're A Man... Because you set my soul free, of all the chains and all the LocksYou're A Man... Because in the streng.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/980579/ it's about a singer called Mia Martini, who committed suicide over the loss of her lover. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/979763/ what if... his presence was still there...what if his voice is still echoing through the air.. what if all the things he has done...didn't matter anymore...and l loved him like l loved him before... could a heart forgive, the one he thought he lost..or could he not forgive... the one he lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/963746/ wrote this on valentine's while at my psych rotation at the hospital http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/963736/ on a wooden chairlying over therebeneath the raging red sky...the chiling airblowing through your hairas you're saying your goodbye...your smile is getting blurto say a word I didnt dareand my eyes of blame asking why...the silence I no longer can baretears of glass were everwherefighting our desire.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/963730/ two sides of life, day and nightthe opposites, wrong and rightfrom all within and then withoutme so confident, then such a doubtin my life these two sides of yougive pleasure, then pain it’s trueall at once I have, then no peacefirst you love me, then you ceaseIt’s the wrong time to expl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/963729/ as l light up the last cigarette,smoke comes between me and the past..no where to go am trapped..fog,l cannot see...tears frozen...hopes broken...rope dangling of the roof of my fears,smokes take over...blood is my wine...and it tastes just fine... "l hate you" a word you say..." l love you" an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/963723/ Sometimes we give people nicknames, that are usually related to a character, attitude, behavior, or maybe a smile that they have... But some other times - which are usually phenomenal and exceptional - the glamor, gorgeousness, and unusual magical powers that some people puff into our soul exceed th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/963721/ love is the crying child of a dying w***e..love is the rotten fruit of a baseless war..a faded sun a violent star..love is in every raging angry scar..love is annihilation..love is signing up for your cremation..a shameless craving... a desired temptation..love is an endless joke..yet no one ever le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/963720/  I see rain in your eyes…A title of a million goodbyesI see grief, l see sorrow…I see the shadows of yesterday…Parting from tomorrowI see you..I see me.. Together no longer can be…Just another sinking ship sailing in vain...But why do you bother,Why tolerate all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/963719/ Your love is the substance that I willingly abuseall the chemicals which My body needs to use..yours is the heart I'm desperately afraid to lose..therefor to be an addict, me, people may accuse..but I don't care for anyone's thoughts or views..your the sea in which I set off my ship to cruise..so a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/963711/ "Ti Amo"...he whispers in my ear"Ti Amo"...whenever he holds me near.."Ti Amo"...his passion screams"Ti Amo"...when I'm there..in his dreams"Ti Amo"... yes darling, I do..."Ti Amo"...my lovely you..as the wind blows...bending a beautiful roseyou say .. "Ti Amo"..and my love for you grows and gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/963709/ a first attempt in writing a sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/963708/ So warm so powerful yet tender...In his arms, I can't help but surrender..And in cold winter nights, he's the only one I missCause in his arms, even the wind feels as soft as his kiss... As this January goes longer and longer...In his arms, my armors grow even stronger..For he's the strength wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bmaaitah/963705/