http://slow.writerscafe.org/amandamoubarak The original writings of author Amanda Moubarak en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996396 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 my beautiful bride what have they doneoh what's our pride will do us nowthey've let you diea hundred timeswe hope to findsurvivor livesoh but the smoke is high to the skyin blood we're soaked we hear their cries oh cloudy skydon't let them diedon't let them die .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandamoubarak/2807457/ oh my tyrant mindwhy are you so cruelkeeping my soul locked insideusing fear as a fuelyou've built up a block nothing can get out if not pure for an unrefined rockcan never be a jewelso what if i'm not perfect? everybody's noti'm still good enough aren't i? or am i not? .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandamoubarak/2767187/ inspired by the revolution that's happening now in my country Lebanon but it's about all the people worldwide and how their sounds should be heard. When the people talk, you have to listen! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandamoubarak/2148432/ like a treeam losing the leavesit's time to let goeverybody leavesfalling downyellow and brownthe real colors of griefhope pain will be, like your presence, briefdamagedgenerally tiredsomething has changedthe layer at top has agedrewired to self-destructbut renewal .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandamoubarak/2144642/ the nib of my pen is moving fluently the ink bleeds on paper as poetry suddenly a word pushed itself unwillingly out of context, with inapplicabilitymy pen stopped writingmy hand started shakingmy sentence has ended midwayand the meaning has gone astrayi ripped the paper, throwed it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandamoubarak/2119091/ verse 1:underneath the summer skygathering together around the fireit should've been a perfect night yet it was anything butyou had your arms around herher head was laying on your shoulder and i was left on my owngazing at the shooting stars wishing i stayed homechorus:if.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandamoubarak/2109016/ our house was warmbut nothing is ever safe from stormsour fortress had to fallnow the flames are eating it allpictures lostmade me lose more than they've costtoo much energy too many memories all gone in matter of minutesall lost underneath the wreckage pictures lostthe onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandamoubarak/2093914/ the lyrics of a rap song i wrote and sang to my childhood bestfriend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandamoubarak/2077217/ you said you'll always be here for me. well, where are you when i need you the most? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandamoubarak/2076514/ we brake things on the outside, a mirror, a bottle, a relationship... because we're trying to escape what's broken inside of us. In order to fix things, we have to start within ourselves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandamoubarak/2068761/ There's beauty in everything even in you darling, even in you ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandamoubarak/2011752/ We are talented. We have something special. We make a difference in the world. Yet all what people see are just another ordinary human beings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandamoubarak/1978939/ A boy from India (Himanshu Chandra) saw and liked my writings then asked me to help him finish his poem. This is the result 👇💃 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandamoubarak/1964597/ We stress over this life like it's going to last forever, but nothing does. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandamoubarak/1964349/ It's about a girl sitting in the same park as usual looking for inner peace and some inspiration trying to write her story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandamoubarak/1963507/ A song about accepting the fact that we are not perfect and that we are entitled to make our own mistakes and learn from them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandamoubarak/1963412/ Life passes by so fast. It's a fact but yet it's hard to believe. We think we have all the time in the world until one day we find ourselves running out of time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandamoubarak/1963353/ We always say "what if" to something. Something we hoped we could've had. Something we wanted to do or say but couldn't. A love experience that couldn't happen because of being scared. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandamoubarak/1963341/