هى التى إستمع اليها عندما خلق الاشياء

تأكد انى كنت استمع إليها
و أنى لا أطيق إنتظارك أكثر من ذلك
تأكد أن أنفاسك تلاحقنى
حتى فى موتى
الذى آتٍ آت
فلتثور على الحياه مثلى
و تأتى إلىِِ
فأنت آتٍ آت

An Attempt

لو كان لربى صورة لأودعتها حافظتى
لعلقتها فوق مضجعى
لحفظتها بجانب اسرارى
لمنعت عنها كل عبث

Monday List

1.Sign that Petition.
2.Send your car/laptop/whatever thing that has been bothering you for ages to get fixed.
3. Show-up at that place where you are the Rock Star.
4. Spend time with the friend who's leaving (Wessam).
5. Start reading a new book.
6. Shape that hair.
7. Find him, and hug him and let out that sigh of relief.

Just to Catch a Flame...

I didn't take the day off. I am reporting for home. But then again I didn't have to drive all the way to down town or pay 10 pounds for parking my car.
I haven't been able to concentrate enough to read or write or research.
I wake up everyday.....well....not wanting to wake up.
There's that memory that persists. It makes everything else seem not enough.
That mold you are pored into isn't the end, it is a mean. How about different means, how about different plans and different needs.
Can one night on the sea shore make you less of a materialistic pig and more of a soul?
Please realize how insignificant we are.
We are just a moment in time.
No one cares what we do and where we've been.
and in that I find the biggest relief.
I find a different version of what makes me happy.
You make me peaceful ( I know how shocking that might sound)
You are you.
I am me.
It makes perfect sense.
Am i jinxing it?

You pump music thought my veins.
You float and I dwell around you in hopes of catching your scent or your tone of voice.
It's your heaven I believe in.
It's our Utopia
And I wouldn't dare to think of something outside that phase am in.
You are whole.
I am whole.
We don't leave spaces to be filled.

Something- The Beatles.

To Be Sure

That look, that look you shoot to announce your control over what’s to come. That confidence that surrounds your presence. Those eyes reflecting your strength. That haircut, those lips.
Your suspicion about my behavior around you, your concealed unease.
Is that enough?
Are those words meant for what they are?
Isn’t it our time together yet? Isn’t it enough?
How long does it take to melt your heart?
To defuse within your dreams?
Dare I think of thoughts crossing your mind while thinking about me?
Must I imagine something untrue again?
How many nights does it take to be sure?

Red

She teaches and she preaches,
then goes breaking all the rules.
She says and demands,
And you obey among other fools.
Fulfill a quest after the other
Deny what she has done to you.
You never fell under her spell
And those eyes never captivated yours.
It was all your choice
You willingly surrendered to her charms.
She thought you knew better than to challenge her,
Mistaken,
Triggered,
She approaches the prey, a sitting duck.
Now the sounds in your head are blurry
And the wine you sip is too sweet to be true.
Tomorrow the glamour fades away,
All what’s left is the thought you held someday
Of her being submissive to all your ridiculous plays
Tired she lays after winning the game,
Waiting for the next fool.

I didn't cease saying the right things.
We just stopped connecting on the same waves.