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Amira Nagati's Writings

Poem
Oct.20.2008
Grab my heart in your great fist, And squeeze it into life, or death, For I feel not what's worst or best, And what remains of my warm breath. Indeed, I need your hold and might Until I figure what I own, Morning stabbing the heart of night, To show me what the wind has blown.   I shall travel East and West And ask the help of shining stars, To find my way...
Poem
Sep.15.2008
I SEE CREATURES, THOSE FELLAS. when they see i am sad they turn their heads away they say, give her space HA HA HA GIVE HER SPACE! LET THE ROSES TURN GREY! GIVE HER SPACE AND WATCH HER GO! i care not if they say so i am sick at the heart, my heart hurts, my brain hurts, my living-everyday hurts more, can i skip this part? the end? BUT I SEE IT START!  LIKE ME, U...
Poem
Aug.09.2008
look me up in the books in the portrait of a woman smiling with mystery shining in her looks look for me between your fingers as you write, between your lips as you sing, i'm in your tears have you cried, search for me, don't stop to think, thoughts distort the one thing i fought i'm drawn by tears in your eyes, don't you blink, don't blink me away from night to...
Article
Aug.08.2008
This is a paper about Anton Chekhov’s short stories, 3 stories have been chosen randomly from each period (1882-1885) (1886) (1887) (1888- 1895) (1896-1904) and handled from a personal point view.     1882-1885 [The Cook’s Wedding- in a Strange Land- a Dead Body]   Chekhov’s “A Dead Body” resembles many of his short stories, which end in what seems to be an open-...
Aug.08.2008
this song i wrote to a teen-aged friend who had an identity crisis and was swept away by the EMO style
the words at your door as clear as it can bei must shout and scream, i must plead and callit's your brutal mundanity that cuts through my soul i get strangled with the black tie i wearto mourn the death of empathyi bloody love, and i do care, but now my tears are blinding me i am a man, yes i am but my heart is in painof the long sleepless nightsbut the hopes in...
Poem
Jul.28.2008
when the thought of night stings u with fearwhen u force a smile and u know it should be a tearthere is no end, there has never been a startthat's a bleeding heart i shouldn't have stopped being mecrushing my chances to bewalking the path u've chosenrendering my heart so broken i could fake what comforts utrade for lies with what is truebut my soul would fall...
Poem
Jul.28.2008
can u deny me the right to be?i am lost the double of lostwhen there is nothing to comethere is nothing to seeit is time for loveto start all over againbecause, no , this can't be lifei can be anyone, anywhere, any timeit is not her faultthat my life was rendered plainthrough my breathsshe has the right to breathewhat does love cost,to make gold of dustto feed...
Column
Jul.27.2008
dense trees, as old as the buildings, even older, rock heavily like a giant, fat beast covered in fur, like a green, dusty polar bear.forget about polar bears, it is hot and humid, yet the morning breeze dries out the drops that rolled all over my body, when i was lying on the bed, which isn't mine, in the room, which isn't mine either...symphonies are...