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Still by Meshael

December 24, 2015


A man once wrote that love comes at the price of the agony of its loss. It rang a truth that really made me wonder: Why do we keep diving in what will compound our very own agony? Doesn’t that go against every fundamental tenet of self-preservation? Aren’t we already in over our heads with […]

Sounds by Meshael

November 16, 2015


I’ve always felt cheated never living next to a body of water. The air here isn’t thick enough to justify the heaviness in my breath. I cannot flow like water, I cannot take shape of whatever contains me, instead I am ragged with my edges. I cannot retain anything of me once I change shape. […]

Seven Deadly Sins by Meshael Alblehed

October 12, 2015


I am currently suffering with my inability at balancing reality with what I want for myself in life. I don’t think my head is too far up in the clouds for it to come as a shock for me, yet I’m so disenchanted in the place I’m stuck in. And I blame all those cliches […]

Rib by Meshael Alblehed

April 19, 2014


There are some people whose answer to what they’d do if they could travel through time is to go to the beginning of broken places. They assume the wind is god’s breath. They are without shadows. There are some people who can only hear the sound of their anxious breathing. The holy books they read […]

Here by Meshael Al Blehed

February 7, 2014


Here’s to leaving words till the very end. To never really gauging our reactions to what’s happening. To evolution giving me up to stasis. To the winter that will some day justify the idleness. To the drowning; to the disassociation that makes the water colder and the surface farther. To wrapping yourself with enough double […]

“Signifying Nothing” by Meshael Al Blehed

December 5, 2013


There is no symmetry between entrances and exits, a departure cannot be balanced out by a new approach. But there’s a universality to the imminence of tragedy that no one will ever admit to because people are all “unique” and want it to be their very own. But you can’t really capitalize on disaster.   […]

Reply by Meshael AlBlehed

November 8, 2013


“If you’re looking for love, you can look for that door.”   In most cases, doors will lead to nowhere. This is a call to arms. Arms being desensitization, weariness, being jaded. A call to stomp when asked to tread lightly. Having the disturbed disturbing. A call to check your romanticism at the door.   […]