accused

i was accused..

broken into a million string when it rings

as if i am for a thousand guys out there for a fling 

He

He is beautiful
Beauty according to my definition

He is gentle
Gentle according to my standards

He is rich
Rich according to my satisfaction

He is romantic
Romantic according to my complexities

He loves me
He adores me
He worships my grounds
He respects me
He lifts me up

He
Can't
Exist

He
Doesn't

a mouth... shut

It's really hard to deal with a man of no reason

It's harder to deal with a man of no brains

a man of hand, voice and screams

a man of temper, power and no aim

it's silly how you look at it and know it's wrong

very clearly wrong

but yet can't do a thing

can't whisper the wrong

it's funny how in a world of many people

a world of few dominates

it's funny how your sex defines your state

it's funny how it's so clearly wrong

it's funny how blind you get along

Closure

Attention: this post can cause tears, heart aches, or nothing; it depends on who you are.

Song recommended: little things- Lily Allen

It happened, this one thing that shook every normal
One life on the edge, other lives are close to that edge
You can pull your life out; it’s your own choice and call
But the one on the edge, is almost lost

You can hang on the edge for a little while
Until you can’t hold it anymore
Until you get so tired of waiting that freaking hope
Until suddenly all you believe in doesn’t lift your soul
Until you simply give up

I met this person at the beginning of my uni days
They met him too, a couple of little times
He was okay in their eyes, a nice person
And he’s off the list now
It was a simple friend- friend definition

I met this other person last year
Never thought a friendship will arise
It was different, it was slow and fast
Rhyming friends, both with poetic abilities
Sharing friends, my problem vs yours
Your soul picks people, and you only follow
I felt comfortable and easy to that
And it was simple, complicated but right

I knew about the sick grandma
The one day a week
This subject, this father,
We are people and we have our simple daily stories
I had my share, I had my share

The two were the same
The two walked together
The two were together along with the common person

I met some others before these days
And it was the same over again
I always back off at certain time
The time when I feel vulnerable
When I feel that I should be a one sole soul
When I feel that I shouldn’t be weak in front of anybody

That’s when I used to pick
Now fate decided to lend a hand
Of someone who can make my choices for me

For that I dump you all
I leave you all
Because things need to have closure
And mine took long

I don’t want to be in your throat
You don’t see that now, you’ll soon do
I don’t want to be “the” burden
You don’t feel that, you’ll feel soon
I don’t want to be anything
You don’t know that, you’ll figure soon

Ramadan has already started
Tell her it’s done, Lubna’s case that is
Go to iftars, go to whatever
Lubna Taimeh doesn’t exist anymore


We were F.R.I.E.N.D.S, let’s benefit from that by:
Now that my friend is what I call: clloosure

Your Illusion

To the Illusion in you

You don’t know, I promise you that.
It’s all mixed inside, I can’t interpret it
Days are passing so quickly
Each day I miss, brings hope for the next
And the cycle goes on and on

Even when the illusion exists
It’s always bored or in need to leave
I don’t bother, or explain
It’s all in the looks that the illusion and I share

When it’s mixed with reality calls or chats
It sounds so unreal
The two souls don’t match except at special rare moments
I miss those “rares”

My revolution

I reached... finally to the gate
the only gate i was blind and couldn't see
the one door i wasn't able to find its key
i don't belong to you, your city or your last name
I decided not to belong, even when all facts say different
they can force on paper, but not on mind
and yes i lost you, you lost me, it's the end here
i could've said: NO, but that's not what i want
I could've pointed out, but why should I?
If your brain is blind, if your heart is a lie
if your soul is veiled, I don't think I should be your light.
I am not proud of you, your city or your last name
I'm sticking to the 1st of my names
and my revolution should start from there

Time

I think time is in a chase with us all
I used to run, now i'm too old
I want to reach there fast
apparently there's no cheating even for the last
Things happened so quick that I can't keep a grip
I trust but not really, I believe but doubt sincerely
Worries, excitement and alot of brain action
while for the hurt, blocking takes a good fraction
Parties, up to threeto my brain, only God and sometimes me can flee

Missing Marwan

If you miss all these and miss me,Imagine what I miss.... :

I miss the warmest of all hugs
I miss the beautiful heart that shudnt be stopped
I miss the one always beside me
I miss who always fight for me
I miss our funky drives, and god knows what else
cmon no one helps me prove omar's existence but you
no one knows how to deal with things like the me and you
i think ppl will think we're nasty, dear so i'll shut up here, and hurry bring ur ass here
yalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

She

she thinks life rotates just for her
she thinks that it's all about what she wants
she thinks that we're all zero next to her needs
she thinks that she can rule with her deeds
screw you a day shall come, a day that's near

Emotion"full"

sometimes i smile
sometimes i cry
sometimes i laugh
sometimes i weep
sometimes i share
sometimes i hide
sometimes i dance
sometimes i fight
never i hit
and the dress isn't done yet

A reply to only you

sometimes it makes her feel sad
the eyes would spread gazes
carried in little sad phases
sometimes she'd wish she's loose
to do nothing, just the simple and right
emotions should be allowed to flow
suppression of any sort is a blow
sometimes.... it only becomes a wish
sometimes itself is a wish
sometimes ah...... let's just smile

Right goes right

I don't care
I really don't.
I choose, I pick, I make my decisions
If they dont like it, screw their likings
I invite, I tell, I ask you to come
If they eye you, screw their eyesI tell you cuz i always do
I tell you not for you to leave or go
I don't know if you're worried about you
I don't know if it's you, or me on the go
I know I will always carry the fight
cuz what's right, should never hide

A freak

Okay,, I can bare everything
I can… nothing is much, But to have to bare a freak like this one
I can, but I will not
Who the hell put you in charge
I set the rules, you can argue But you can’t set the rules
Want to go tell on me, please do
Screw you, gosh I can say it in your face too
Am glad I’m done with that
Am glad I’m done with an ass like that

My feelings to you

it feels weird sometimes, because i can't define
define it, what it is, or how it is
all i know is that i want it to magically work
but all i get is twists along the road
i'm trying to let go, but it keeps on coming
gosh i wish things were different
just plain different, something that works out with no troubles or difficulites...
i guess.... it's as najeeb said today: childhood was the best time ever.
things were simple, and easy

really

I'm done with school...
but not really

I'm partially happy....
but not really

I'm loaded with stuff...
but ...really
I'm lost along the track...
i hope dearly

I want it to happen my way...
let's wish sincerely
I want to cut loose...
it's a wish, merely
I'm a freak..
I know... really