Trapolos

inthewaitingline

v-neck

3arnous

fishbasket

thisistrapolos

unabletoflymuch

bottledup


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A Boat, a BiCycle, and a Hook

Anchored in Tripoli

For more photos from Trip-Polis, visit my flickr page: Arekag

Tension

Bassed on Treble

Bassed on Treble

Sour over sky

I’m bitter, I’m high.

It’s blue, it’s red,

And its colors are bright,

Brown leaves on the pavement dry.

In mornings I shiver,

Age-old, fire, hued,

Its gas is polluted,

Blown and gloated

Thunder rumble,

And I hold its hand

It yells at me and I yell back

Muted, muffled. Hazed.

Swirled head,

Twirled pupil.

It’s dark, it’s an island,

Empty, wet,

A sand castle

Trafficked

It’s a permanent scar

I’m bassed on treble,

Press play, burst my bubble.

It screams for me,

Surges in my grip,

And I become, silence

It’s locked in, white,

It’s banged, curled,

And it’s light

Frozen in the oven,

Hump, lump, mass,

Its mind is resting on the grass

I’m bassed on treble.

Pumping.

I am sipped,

I am glass.

Shytown

Shytown


Made a note of it,
Did you write it on your hand



Put a name on it,
To help you understand

Seasons, seas, just smooth signs of change

Waiting to see what the morning brings,
May bring sunshine on its wings

This is How We Do it

Rawad from Bougainvillier Blanc threw this amazing Christmassy thing a week or two ago.

Rania Zaghir was there as well, reading to kids how best to lick an ice-cream cone.

The old people were just enjoying the rain outside, the Christmas inside, and some very good wine!

The weather outside?

And the kids were just awesome

Thank you Rawad!