Risk It

Give yourself over to your instincts

To your fascinations and your desires

Fulfill your pleasures 

Mingle with people

Socialize

Have a taste of life

Grab a bite of every new adventure

Never stay in place

Move it, risk it, jump in

Turn yourself over to the sweetness of disguise

Jump from the summit

Feel the air crashing against you as you fall

Embrace the impact and taste its chill

Enjoy the shiver and the stings of the cold air

Dive in a sea of colours

Feel the splashes against your skin

Invite their diversity in

Smell the goodness, the freshness of the flowers

As they blossom in the spring

Breathe nature in

Free your senses and heighten them

Make it a rule in life

Decide to jump in

Decide to give it all and risk it all

“Life is risk, if you haven’t risked, you never lived”

Take the risk

Let nature in, let air in

Let life in, let light in

Have a glimpse of life

Have a glimpse of pleasure

Risk it 

That’s all it takes

The Loving Oppressor

Written by Sarah Ra’afat 

Edited by myself

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She was in love with him
She lost herself in his eyes
She took an oath to never 
Leave his side
He lured her 
Into willingly entering his castle
His prison; his love
He imprisoned her in his illusions
Where he stole her heart and mind
Leaving her with a hollow body,
Consentaneously abused
By the fulfilment of his pleasures

The loving oppressor
Pushed it to the edge
Until
The heartless, mindless, hollow corpse
Threw itself
From the top of the castle

To its surprise
It did not die
but it discovered itself all over again
It was rather a rebirth
For the soul and the heart
She has finally broken free
From his illusions; his love
That she has always approved
To be upon herself imposed

The lifeless corpse reclaimed its heart
And its mind one more time
The loving oppressor
Despite his cunningness
Was the ultimate parasite

Now, she is grateful to her oppressor
For he taught her how to love,
How to fall so as to rise;
To finally find herself
And acknowledge the worth of her existence

Now she knows truth from lies
And she knows how to survive
So, to the “loving” oppressor she’s grateful
For he taught her the meaning of LIFE!

Dancing to the Glowing Blue

To the sound of music I surrender;

A production of hope it is.

The tune's sweetness carries me

And I'm engulfed in that performance

Sometimes I'm among the crowd

While at others I'm the artist.

I'm producing this lively art

As I dance to their sound;

Those melodies of splendour

Blue fairies all around

Dancing to my melodies

They are watching over me

And with their charms, protect me

I'm carried by this mystery,

This fantastical representation

Of Cleopatra's misery

Trees plucked, forests go barren

While still I’m swaying to the sound

Of those melodies of charm

This fascination of all times

I'm Cleopatra, the lead performer

I'm a tree, bend and stolen

Yet to lively sounds I dance

Blue diamonds on my hands the fairies place

Which bewitching glow I direct and project

To dazzle the crowd as they behold

My bittersweet dancing and my enjoyable wretchedness

Sad content but lively tunes

And very much alive moves

By which the crowd get consumed

And wish they can join the floor

And take over the role

Of my dancing, wretched soul

As I dance to the happy flute

Surrounded by blue fairies only I can see

Whose hands create a make belief,

A combination of blue that makes you happy

As I dance, swing and sway

In this theatrical performance

Making others want to jump in

For the melodies are sweet and charming

Disregarding the misery it tells

And the tragedy it creates

It’s just the glowing blue

From the diamonds that I wear

Placed on me by the blue fairies

Whose existence is a mystery

It’s just the diamonds that speak

And with their shine they bewitch

The gathering of this cultivated mob

Through the reality of the story

Of the melody that I play

And in my pain I'm still smiling

Through the sorrow, they think there is a gain

And they miss the echo repeated

Through the gestures of turmoil

Between facts and desires

Faced by the undermined Egyptian

Queen whose story was belittled

And framed her as a traitor

Still made her an icon for sacrifice

So I'm dancing to the glowing blue

Of the diamonds that I wear

And a devotion that I pay

To my gestures and my sways

That shows the essence of sacrifice

In my story being told

Yet it drives the audience away 

From the purpose of the play