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Neo Nahhas's Writings

Sep.23.2008
Prose.
The poor man came along, walking down the road, looking to the empty closed houses with his wide-closed eyes, to find nothing in front of him but me. I stood in his sight, looking to his immortal soul, expecting to find another halo without a glow or color, another tortured crying soul, but what I found is a dead presence a dead eyes. Then I looked at him with...
Poem
Sep.23.2008
The Poet Sanctuary
I stood in front of the mirror Talked to myself over and over Why I just can’t speak out loud Bring my thoughts to the surface I guess I was so afraid   But now, after what I’m beneath Struggling to look again to the pale moon’s light The same light which hold my eyes I’ve lived long enough in this disguise To see all the people I cared for betray me Spitting on...