CAROLIN FADI

CAROLIN FADI

The Fog Fell

The fog fell while the

children cried. The bombs

were fired and the lives of

the innocent floated like

balloons in the sky. A war

had begun and the enemies

guns made the people drop

their silver knives and run.

The lives were taken and no

one was able to survive. The

forest trees grew as the blood

covered the soil.

For it ran

like a river stream watering

weeds and fallen leaves. The

air smelt like death. And the

enemy reminded the world

of Shakespeare's great

MacBeth ~

Carolin Fadi @ 2016

DEAR READERS

Dear readers, it's him. He's

the guy I picked to live with

for the rest of my life. The

drug that I take and leaves

me high. The scent of

perfumed wild flowers

that fills my nostrils

and lungs.

Dear readers, he's my

partner in crime. The lover

between my bed sheets.

And his voice is what puts

me to sleep.

He's the morphine that silences my pain and

the aches of the past. The

sunlight that drenches my

body and washes my sin.

The medicine I take for my

troubled mind.

Dear readers, he gave me

my confidence and beauty

back after the day my heart cracked.

He became my best friend.

My protector.

My savior. My world. My words.

My metaphors and rhymes.

My paragraphs and lines.

He became my everything.

Dear readers, he's the guy

I met online. The guy who

heard my silent cries. The

guy who knew I wasn't fine.

He helped me with my flaws

one at a time. He taught my

mind how to make love and

not war. He taught me things

that I have never known of

before.

Dear readers, he's the guy

I fell hard for. Head over heels

as writers say. His voice is

the only melody my ears love

to hear. His letters feel like

poetry when I lay my eyes

on them and start to read.

His touch made me become

a blooming flower instead

of an ugly weed. His love

made me breathe.

Dear readers, happy ever

after exists.

There is a different kind of love that exists after

every kiss placed one's lips.

There is light after darkness.

Better tomorrows after

yesterdays sorrows. There

are better days waiting for

our hands to catch.

Romantic moments waiting for us to

hug and kiss. Nights that

await for our bodies to

collide and have sex.

Dear readers, there is life

and there is death. With love

we rise to higher levels of life.

With love we become new

born. We hatch out of our

nests. We unfold like rose

buds. We shine like stars.

We dance like pearls on

clam tongues. We become

loved and adored.

Dear readers, I found another world with him.

A place where

no hurt exists. A place where

we both decided to move to

and live. A place where our

hearts and tired souls could

finally rest

Carolin Fadi @ 2016

I AM THE WORD

I am the word that no

one dares to speak. I

am the insomnia that

never puts you to sleep.

Dark alleys and train wrecks

is what I am. Burnt coal

and smoke on walls is how

I look like when my clothes

fall off to the floor. An

unfinished story that lost

it's glory is how I see myself.

But with you in my life, oh

I feel so confident and complete.

I'm no longer afraid to breathe

or sleep. My eyes barely weep.

The holes in my bones are filled

up with flower seeds. And the

cavities in my teeth are filled

with love. With you I become

someone new. Someone smart

and bright. Someone who

doesn't fear the light or

dark. I become someone

who's madly in love

and so full of

life ~

CAROLIN FADI

CAROLIN FADI,  an Egyptian who always wanted to pursue writing as a career. She majored in accounting but has found herself more in creative writing, metaphors and rhymes. She lets her heart take control of her pen and ink. Living in NEW JERSEY USA