 Ahmad Al-Khatat. He was born in Baghdad on May 8th. From Iraq, he came to Canada at the age of 10, the same age when he wrote his first poem back in the year 2000. He also has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world. His poems were translated into Farsi, Albanian, German, and Chinese. And he currently studies Political Sciences, at Concordia University in Montreal. He recently have published his two chapbooks “The Bleeding Heart Poet” and “Love On The War’s Frontline”. With Alien Buddha Press. It is available for sale on Amazon. Most of his new and old poems are also available on his official page Bleeding Heart Poet on Facebook. Await Your Reply The last time, I heard myself it was when My thoughts were flying like the butterfly Below the black moon by the dead clouds With broken stars and rain died of missing The farmer who died for planting the planets My happiness is the weight of a dry leaf And my sorrow is like the old feelings of A broken tree with no will to grow heathy Some many doors are locked and unlocked A few of them encourage me to go suicide I stopped drinking water to drink alcohol I stopped smoking cigarettes to use drugs I stopped remembering friends to die alone I stopped laughing to cry and weep bloods I even stopped learning about my lonesome Feeling empty and unable to weep with tears No place or corner to hide from people talking Nobody wants to respect me and be my friend You may have some promises to work on them Just recall that God will see respond to you with Await your reply...... Veil of the Moon My heart has many doors for you tonight Many candles I have for our anniversary But no more wishes are worth asking for, When everything is falling apart 'tween us I miss listening to the music of my homeland Where I see myself as lucky or even a loser I’m a happy being dancing by the flowers Stepping on the leaves that will hide my grave I just want to go back and fix the damages I tried to fold my mistakes from the past While love letters and roses bloom under the rain But you ignore my tears and miserable smile My grandma died before Mother’s Day She's away and unseen, unheard, and unsure If she will understand the reason why is her Veil is now worn by the moon in the early dawn Nobody wants to remember me anymore Nobody cares if I will live for today or not So many pictures taken and familiar faces, Unfortunately, those faces are no longer the same I'm sorry for being who I am to you all Maybe I should let my heart break slowly to Feel the distance between life and death The veil of the moon is my grandma’s face waiting on me Happy Birthday From yesterday, today, and tomorrow
We will always be friends and even more We laugh shoulder by shoulder and cry Separately like birds with broken wings Life is awesome but short to enjoy Some days are windy with swords that Cut the sun from shining through you I'd watch and weep with the clouds People nowadays have the skin of a wolf They smile like a ghost that can't find Destiny and mercy, but from you I saw Baghdad and the days we are craving To drink wine and other hard liquors Can't take our misery away for good Perhaps my heart breaks frequently And it heals when I talk to you alone You're the one I want to be friends with Today is your birthday and so is mine I used to walk up towards suicide But not anymore just because of you We are growing old and near in the future We will be parents and great fathers But if I die 'fore you or anyone else Take care of my wife and mostly kids Happy birthday to you my best friend I wish that all of your dreams come true Just remember you are the greatest gift And sweetest brother that I always wanted
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