Laith Bilal


An undergraduate by dawn and an aspiring poet by dusk, I find divinity in each form of art, constantly catching myself playing a Frank Sinatra record on a loop whilst admiring a Gaudi architectural masterpiece.

I am a writer that derives from Palestinian roots, an old soul yet vivid and full of life, a young, lost man in search for peace and sanity, hopeful of spreading love and amity with words sincerely crafted with sheer frankness and passion.

If you’re interested in reading more of my work, or merely knowing more about me, I am always in reach throughout my social media accounts or email:

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Edition XX

Messages to an Unrequited Love - by Laith Bilal (Photo by Allef Vinicius)Photo credit: Allef Vinicius

Messages to an Unrequited Love

By Laith Bilal

I hope that he,
who your heart finds comfort with,
is a thoughtful gentleman.
That holds your purse, heels, and whatever may trouble you
while whispering love into your hand.

I hope that he,
who your soul harmonizes with perfectly,
always holds you for a dance.
Even when fate sings with sadness,
even when life plays no music at all.

I hope that he,
hopelessly falls for you
every time your skin bewitches him to.

I hope that he,
will sense your pain
when your crooked smile doesn’t
say the same.

Edition XXI

Our Daisies - by Laith Bilal (Photo by Cole Hutson)Photo credit: Cole Hutson

Our Daisies

By Laith Bilal

These kisses you feed me,
they water my mouth no more.

These dancing shoes you brought me,
They only made my feet sore.

Ungratefully, you swallowed every rose I had to offer,
As each lung of mine had a garden in store.

Soaking our daisies with pouring uncertainty,
Forsaking its pure, lingering scent of amour

Edition XXII

Ruminations - by Laith Bilal (Photo by Hakim El Haj)Photo credit: Hakim El Haj


By Laith Bilal

Every timeless time,
an everlasting and charming forever.

A pianist’s fingertips,
each touch of yours: a souvenir to treasure.

Vocals of an angel,
each word you cast is a heartfelt love letter.

Every wondrous moment with you dear
leaves me nostalgic for the other.

Maybe if my eyes were shut tighter,
maybe if I held onto you better,

my troubled heart would feel put,
thus never compelled to question whether

it was true love I felt for your drenching rain
or merely the fear to wither.

Edition XXIV

Somewhere - by Laith Bilal (Photo by Hakim El Haj)Photo credit: Hakim El Haj


By Laith Bilal

Somewhere between us

Between an eclipse and a moon coy to shine

Between your bittersweet lips and mine

Between a hello, a goodbye

A laugh, a cry

A hurtful truth, a heartfelt lie

A thrill to live, a will to die

A heartbeat, an eye-to-eye

I have lost myself,

Somewhere between you and I.

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