Poems by Rabab N. Hammoud

Everyday that passes I watch the world I reside in become more and more deluded.

An infested works of criminals, disguised as men in suits, leaving citizens blind and secluded.

From the truth that's hidden behind the lies.

It's called conspiracy until proven otherwise.

Destructing immune systems by sterilized food and water with poisoned with fluoride.

The same system that's suppose to protect us is rather suppressing our insides.

Decreasing populations by taking innocent lives.

Distracting us with chaos occurring on the other side, as they discretely pollute the air with chemicals of alkaline.

Be like the fruit that initiates from a beautiful garden.

Never allow the bitterness of the world interfere with your ability to pardon.

Have mercy towards the same hand that cursed you, ultimately it's your own righteous deeds that define you.

Continue to blossom in sunshine & in rain.

It may be contagious inspiring others to do the same!

Be like the fruit that initiates from a beautiful garden.

Never allow the bitterness of the world interfere with your ability to pardon.

Have mercy towards the same hand that cursed you, ultimately it's your righteous deeds that define you.

Continue to blossom in sunshine and in rain.

It may be contagious inspiring others to do the same.

I aligned my perception on that day.

I was a newlywed with to much on my plate.

I wasn't speeding or turned away.

I only wish it wasn't me behind the wheel, on that clear autumn day.

I was aquatinted with my biggest fear and I was the perpetrate.

A tragedy I couldn't obviate.

When my front bumper hit the soul of Gerilee Blake.

Taking her life like it was mandate.

They all told me not to cry, that it was fate.

What none of them understood was, what my eyes saw on that day.

How in an instant, my heart would eternally break.

What they perceived as an accident.

I couldn't help but to take some blame.

Subconsciously, punishing myself, I drove everyone away.

Including my companion that took my forever and swayed.

I became secluded and my life felt delayed.

I wrecked what took all my youth to build, on that day.

Rest in peace Gerilee Blake. I am sorry everyday!

What exactly is happiness?

Is it a quirk of human nature that leads us to believe the grass is greener elsewhere, only to find it's not?

Humanity seems to be caught in a cycle of yearning, attempting to fill a mysterious void it can't quite define.

Perhaps happiness, much like sadness, is fleeting. It sweeps over us and then moves on, often leaving us with only a blurred memory of its presence.

I run from pessimist.

Not concerned with deficit; long gone is confusion & hesitance.

Clarity is to realize that eternity is our only definite.

Occurring now, is the determination of your everlasting residence.

Think further in avoidance with any predicaments!

I aligned my perception on that day.

I was a newlywed with to much on my plate.

I wasn't speeding or turned away.

I only wish it wasn't me behind the wheel, on that clear autumn day..

I was aquatinted with my biggest fear and I was the perpetrate.

A tragedy I couldn't obviate.
When my bumper hit the soul of Gerilee Blake.

Taking her life like it was mandate.

They all told me not to cry, that it was fate.

What none of them understood was, what my eyes saw on that day..

How In an instant, my heart would eternally break.

What they perceived as an accident.

I couldn't help but to take some blame.

Subconsciously, punishing myself, I drove everyone away.

Including my companion that took my forever and swayed.


I became secluded and my life felt delayed.

I wrecked what I took all my youth to build, on that day..

Rest in peace Gerilee Blake. I am sorry everyday.

Tears would stream down my face.
They would stream unspoken words of poetry that I couldn't erase.
I stored them for years but I didn't write them down.
Deep in my limbic system where words never drown. I would bleed the ink that I didn't utilize. A body & soul formed through the beauty of art.
A beautiful silence that I would selfishly bogart.. Although I knew it from the very start. These unuttered words one day would leak, straight from my heart.

Tears would stream down my face.

Flowing unspoken words of poetry that I couldn't erase.

I stored them for years but kept from writing them down.

Deep in my limbic system where words never drown.

I would bleed the ink that I hadn't utilized.

A rare soul of a poet in complete disguise.

A beautiful melody of thoughts I stored in the dark.

Ironically aware, from the very start.

That these unuttered words, one day, would leak, straight from my heart.

Tears would stream down my face.

They would stream unspoken words of poetry that I couldn't erase.

I stored them for years but I didn't write them down.

Deep in my limbic system where words never drown.

I would bleed the ink that I didn't utilize.

A body & soul formed through the beauty of art.

A beautiful silence that I would selfishly bogart..

Although I knew it from the very start.

These unuttered words one day would leak, straight from my heart.