السلام عليكم

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What I left behind

An Innocent tear from a boy's shattered dream
in a world once good and pure
, now terrible and obscure.

I'm a faceless entity without a heart,
an echoing sigh in the bottomless well of despair..
exiling our souls apart.

True feelings of friendship and love were left behind,
oh how sad I am now that I've realized that I was so blind.

Falling into the void of emptiness..
I surrender to the cruel serenity of coldness.

For all what I've left behind

My soul from all is denied..

The saddest thing

Is when you feel "nothing", even when in the company of people you like

عندما تغرق في امواج الحياة..

"... and what you are left with is a premonition of the way
your life will fade behind you, like a book you have read too quickly, leaving a
dwindling trail of images and emotions until all you can remember is a
name."

Strangers

Who are you..

where are you?

A Cup Of Poetry

This was the first poem I encountered in College.. nice memories :)

The grey sea and the long black land;

And the yellow half-moon large and low;

And the startled little waves that leap

In fiery ringlets from their sleep,

As I gain the cove with pushing prow,

And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.



II.



Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;

Three fields to cross till a farm appears;

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

And blue spurt of a lighted match,

And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,

Than the two hearts beating each to each!

Love me

Oh beautiful page, when will you ever give up?
Don't miss me, just love me. Even though you're just a pixelated existence please do love me.

Because I know I love this idea of this place. Can you believe the ideas I have inside this head of mine?

The damned thoughts, and only you know my lovely page! None of them knows how wrong they
are! Can't you feel this exhilarating power

Of course you can't feel, silly me. I smile because I am supposed to be.. what did he call me?

Naive? HAHAHA

and HE doesn't even know that I see him as an open book, oh how RIDICULOUS he looks when talking about something he thinks is what really interests me.

STOP

I'm no girl.. if I gave you this misleading impression "HIM HIM, and him" well I'm not gay either he's a relative you know? they have a lot of them around.

بالعربي

اليوم دخلت الحمام -وانتي بالكرامة يا صفحتي- ولقيت صرصار كيوت توه يتعلم المشي ، اخذت بودرة بيف باف وروشته فيها جلس يتقلب وانا ماهمني راس ماله صرصار يعني اذا وانا بزر كنت اخلص نص الشامبو على واحد منهم بس عشان اشوفه يتقطع.

النقطة المهمة هنا واللي خلتني انشد شوي ، اني تخيلت واحد يقرب لي مكانه.. تذكرت مجرم في حلقة من المسلسل البوليسي الشهير C.S.I يقول اشوف البشر وكأنهم حشرات.. وتسائلت في نفسي اذا كان هذا الخط الرفيع بين الواحد الطبيعي والمجرم.. النظرة نفسها والمشاعر تختلف والإحساس بقيمة عالية للذات مع حقر الباقين.

I actually don't hate that relative

لكن اكره فكرة الأقارب..

اذهب للمناسبات

and they see my face

وارى اعينهم التي تعكس بالضبط شعورهم تجاهي

oh it's that guy..

ياللحزن..

oh the sadness