If I should choose a direction
I would travel east
And count how many nights it takes
To return to the footprints of my soul
Or maybe I’ll get lost
And dance under leaves of trees
I’ve never seen before
The smell of freedom forever brightening my view

I might make a home in that moment
Live a thousand lives in that moment
And tumble over air, still warm with your breath
The harmony of my being catching rainbows
Tracing borderlines of countries
Insensitive for societies
Because my heart is but a thunderstorm
And rain is all that belongs to me

And I promise
I’ll make death wait on me
When the wind no longer burns in my veins
I’ll embrace my stellar destiny
Hide within Osiris and forever chase
The origin of my name

But for now, I would travel east
Trace the dust of the sun
And braid silk and satin words
Out of memories lingering in the
Hallways of my mind
Just in case you need to find me

I would travel east
And crumble the moon into pieces
Wrap them up in fairytales and
Shadows of unknown languages
My essence, small enough for you to
Wear under your skin
I’ll pin your smiles on the deep, dark nights
And when you finally travel east
You’ll understand the ocean’s song
As we count distance and time
With single eyelashes blown into the emptiness that you left
And when you’re far enough
You’ll understand that a mother’s love
Is the only thing pure enough
To create life
After death


Poems In Ink

This is a call to all poets for a new project: I’m looking for poets worldwide to exchange handwritten poetry with.

You know, the way people used to write letters, back in the day before Facebook and Twitter and text messages and what not. If you are interested, send me a message on here or by email (soraya_deb@yahoo.com). We exchange postal addresses or POBoxes and send each other 1 poem by regular mail. You can decorate the paper, explain the poem, tell me the background story, your inspiration,… whatever you feel like, as long as you send me a poem. Handwritten and signed with your poetry name or real name. Whatever you choose.

I will do the same for every poet who helps me out. This project has no commercial reasons, it’s just a way to satisfy my passion. Let’s get the ball rolling.

Oh btw, I’m located in Belgium – Europe, just in case you’re wondering

Panick in the city

Every now and then, when I’m just strolling through the city, minding my own business, enjoying the sunshine warming my skin, my eye catches a random stranger with a look of pure panick on his or her face. And right then and there my fantasy and curiosity gets the best of me.

I’m a very curious person by nature. I love observing people and analyzing them.
So my mind starts racing immediatly. What is this person scared of? Why is he walking around so fast, not looking at a single person, trying to be invisible? All kinds of scenarios entertain my thoughts. Did he just steal something? Does some crazy mafia hitman have a bullet with his name on it? Or would he be just a random person who came in the possession of some secret government information and is now the main target of some secret assassin service?

Maybe she cheated on her husband and just learned that he found out. And the husband is a psychotic obsessive lunatic who’s already sharpening his knives to cut her and her lesbian lover up in pieces, while screaming “If I can’t have you for myself, no one will have you!”. Or she just escaped from being introduced into the prostitution network by human traffickers. She could be a nurse who just killed an old person after forcing him to put her in his testimony. And now she’s on the run, because she might have been caught. Or maybe…

I know, I know. My fantasy tends to get out of control. And I enjoy it. Usually. But honestly, it just looks weird to walk around the city or get of a bus with a facial expression formed by some secret personal terror. It leaves mere passants like me struggling with this nagging, wondering-what-happened feeling.

The things you see in the city….

LL Cool J is unconquerable

Ladies Love Cool J. Who doesn’t know him? Old skool hip hop artist to some, pop artist to others, actor to everybody else. Women drool over his muscles and lips. His eyes and smokey voice. Yes yes, he’s kinda sexy.

The thing I always liked about him, is that he never gave in to the hype, he doesn’t do gangsta rap. He stays true to how he started out. I think that is a reason why it was easier for him to make the transition to becoming an actor. His musical career didn’t pin him down to playing a certain roll. He has quite some titles on his name by now. I don’t think I’ve seen all of them. I saw the best ones. But something I have noticed over the years though, LL never dies in a movie. No matter how hard the beating he gets, how many bullets, if he gets electrocuted, stabbed, strangled and what not, no matter if sharks try to digest him, … in the end he survives AND saves the day. Oh and the lady of course.

It is a remarkable fact. Because usually, in action/adventure movies the black actor is one of the  first ones to die.

Well, good ol’ LL never dies. thats a fact. It’s also a fact that Cuba Gooding Jr. cries in every movie. But that’s a whole other story.

If you happen to be one of those die-hard fans who has seen every single movie he has been in and you can prove me wrong, please send me the title of the movie LL dies in. Until then, he will always be LL The Invincible!

A random poetic thought

When u feel like the whole world ganged up on you
And love has deserted you too
Your heart cries out to your mind
Now what are we supposed to do?

When darkness is a blessing
And daylight makes your skin too ruff
You will tighten the knot around your throat
Because you will come to realize that
The rainbow wasn’t enough

copyright 2008 Poetic Seraph

Early mornings

Forgetting to turn off my alarm clock resulted in me waking up at 5am this morning, even though I don’t have to work today.  Not smart. You know that feeling when you know it’s way too early to get up, but you get annoyed trying to fall back asleep. You toss and turn, trying to get comfortable in the warm bed. Hoping to dose back off. And while your body is doing all the right things, this little nagging voice in your head telling you: “Go back to sleep. Go back to sleep. Go back to sleep!”  And that is exactly what’s keeping you awake.

So I got up. Had a yoghurt. Talked to my man online (living in different time zones does have it’s positive sides haha). Took my time to make some coffee. The girls are still snoring the night – or should I say morning – away. There’s something very peaceful about a quiet house while the sun gets up. Roosters crowing in my neighbours’ backyard. Early birds singing in the tree tops, which I can see from my dining room window. One of my cats is taking it’s time to stretch out every muscle and chase the night away. The dog just left up his head trying to figure out why I’m downstairs at this time of the day.

Coffee tastes good when you’re relaxing. I have nowhere to go, not a lot to do today. I’m just gonna do the dishes, figure out what to cook for dinner and clean the house. By the time I finish, the girls will be up and cause mayhem. Gotta love them though 🙂

This morning is a good morning. Hey, I even got to write before 7am! Call me the early bird and watch me catching that worm!


It’s been a few weeks since I last blogged. I needed some time off. To enjoy my man who – literally – travelled half the world to spend some time with me. And to think about my life as it currently is. And where I want to take it.

I believe that everything happens for a reason – at exactly the time it’s suppose to happen. But that doesn’t mean that we should lean back and not take control of our lives. And I’m a crossroad now. Trying to figure out what my priorities are.  What am I still passionate about? What was just a phase? What road to choose?

I’m the kind of person that needs an almost constant injection of new things, new challenges, new projects. I hate it when things stagnate. I hate it even more when I work hard to keep the ball rolling, but nothing really happens. I get overwhelmed with this feeling of restlessness. And that’s exactly where I’m at now.

I’ll figure it out sooner or later. But for now, I’ll just have to go through the motions, I guess.

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