Hi my name is Daniel Jamal, I’m based in the great city of Oslo in the land of the valleys Norway. Here I post my writings, Poems, songs, thoughts, you name it.
self introduction
Short poem, Today.
Yesterday I woke up, for the last time.
Today I didn’t sleep, for the gods of sleep won’t embrace me.
Yesterday I saw a light, and today it surrounds me.
Yesterday I wanted to drink coffee, sit at my usual place.
Yesterday I wanted to feel the cool breeze of a summer evening, but for some reason I can see the mirror but not myself.
Today I passed by my best friend and his family. It felt strange how they didn’t notice me.
Today I came back home, and I saw strange people in red and white.
Today I went to bed, but I couldn’t sleep.
Today I wanted to use my computer as usual, but my fingers won’t press the keys.
Just now I noticed on the edge of my vision, a figure standing in the corner.
For some reason this strange being is calling to me, with a voice sweeter than an angel’s sing.
I talked to the stranger and I asked “how come no one noticed me today but you've been staring at me”.
The stranger replied back “you’re dead today” he said.
Today I realised I’m no longer breathing, it explains the weird feeling I had.
Why my chest didn’t sink and rise as it should, why I couldn’t feel the heat of the sun.
For so long I wished for it, but now I see why I was wrong.
As I sank deeper and deeper into the unknown abyss, I heard the call.
The voices of comforting familiar faces, as I was falling I felt the air rush under me.
As I am propelled upwards, I see the light again.
Today I died, today I confronted death.
Today I’m alive, today I’m healthy in mind and spirit.
Today, today, today’s a blessing.
The humming sound of the streets, the cold wind on a winter’s morning.
The warming rise of the sun, the sensation of my heart pounding and my chest rising and falling.
How I saw my pain and didn’t notice the blessings I have, today I counted my blessings and there’s no end to the count.
Today I counted what made me suffer and I could count a handful.
Today I write this short poem. Today I feel alive and blessed.
Today I’m grateful for what I have, for the pain I feel and for the joy and pleasure.
Today I count my lucky stars, today I can say in the same breath that living is a gift.
Today I have you to thank, tomorrow will come if I am here or not.
Today, today, today… .
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