Ahmad Al-Khatat writes

Choose Your Own Poem 


Choose your own poem 
If you can't reach the moon 
Regulate your life journey 
and never say that ”You can't.” 
Many things to write about 
Just always read more books 
Never lose hope on your ink 
Just adopt an optimistic effect
Study hard and work fairly
Be smarter than you think 
Don't expend your time in 
an unethical background
Choose your own poem 
and find the honest lady 
to share her scent, eyes, 
and her desire for your poem.

Ahmad Al-Khatat writes

Rest 

When will I rest well from overthinking 
I have blinded the daylight in my sights 
I even paralyzed all steps to my objective 
because I have been the blues in my deafness 

When will I rest in peace from awful mouths 
I ceased to exist between everyone I know it 
I started to support the fight against poverty 
unexpected death, and money with bloodstains 

When will I learn myself to nothing but to rest 
My wordless spirit is an immensely tragic story 
It made my heart wonder what I would’ve done 
--if I will have the strength to ignore my longing to 

Before everywhere I go, I hear continuous outcries 
But presently I see the sunshine with birds singing 
This quarantine makes me think as we are all given 
another bet, to heal what we have ruined before...

Ahmad Al-Khatat writes

Layla's Disappointment

Layla, I do not laugh effortlessly 
Layla, I do not weep skillfully 
Layla does not your name mean
-- the night, or blues?

We no longer have the possibilities 
Our story made the entire universe 
--rain, as well as the students in the 
classroom, I weep as I read it today 

When I visit your tomb in the graveyard 
I remember how the war forced the 
--survivors, to transform our memories 
into gray clouds of ash 

Layla’s disappointment is everyone's tale 
It is touching and sad to realize she 
got married at a young age, then she 
became a widow, before she died in the refugee 
camps.

Heart Broken Majnun Bonds With The Beast [carpet] -- Aboul Ghasem Kermani

Ahmad Al-Khatat writes

One Rusty Immigrant

It's amazing how people act nowadays
they talk, eat, and laugh as if they are drunk,
they judge from listening to silly jokes

I hurt you and you did not say a single word
then you hurt me deep in my veins and heart
I cry a river of sorrows, or a cloud on a miserable day

Your smile is my weakness, help me to smile
I'm one rusty immigrant, living and dying every day
I smile, and my wounds open up deeply 

I have no hate because my country hates me
I have no black spots in my heart toward anyone
only because I am dead from the moment I have

my Canadian citizenship, since then people are
wonderful with me, they ignore my thirst,
they ignore my hunger, and if I die, they ignore me

Yes, my problem is I love to shine bright under
the clouds of autumn, I also adore blooming as peace
above by the moon and stars for all the kissing couples

Here I am, alone drunk as hell from today’s society
feeling numb to continue walking towards my journey,
I wish to sleep and never wake up again

Ahmad Al-Khatat writes

Sensitive

The clouds are coming back

With a seasonal race between
the holy rain and my salty tears
creating a bridge to chase me away
only because I have been sensitive

I am all alone under the drops of rain
singing my misery to a broken tree
since we are broken, waiting on death
people say that I should more open
friends are just actors in my journey

I'm thirty years and still cannot stop crying
thirty years filled with thorns of sorrows
thirty years filled with worse decisions
thirty years filled with bleeding wounds
thirty years filled with pieces of broken dreams

I walk behind the mirror hiding my feelings
I blindfold my sights from my sad emotions
if love comes softly, why do I walk to the

cemetery, attending my life funeral by myself
just because I am sensitive and lost

Ahmad Al-Khatat writes

Write My Name

O Baghdad, write down my name
on a list of young dead civilians
being alive doesn't always mean
everything is alright with me

I talk with tears falling on my heart
I listen with tears falling on my face
I see with tears falling on my spirit
my life has been worse than it seems

my shadow loses me whenever I want
to walk to the cemetery, only because
I have missed my friends who are no
longer around me; nor longer in this world

O Montreal, forgive me for my weakness
I am just tired of being strong for too long
write my name on the waiting list of death
So, I can sleep with my open wounds