Dec 13, 2010
no endings end
Send me offshore
It's a cold blooded war
I can't win, I give in, I give in
In the field of my fight
We can wonder all night
Why we have all this love, all this love
You and I we were drawn in the break of my dawn with the boreal wind
Where begin is begin
But we can't change the world
No we can't change the world
It's been done
By someone
Long ago
Send me offshore
There's a bright semaphore
Calling in every wind, every wind
In the loop of my game
There's a whole life to blame
It's been done
But we won what we won
You and I, we both run
With an unloaded gun
For the same piece of land
Where no endings end
But we can't change the world
No we can't change the world
It's been done
By someone
Long ago
Send me offshore
She is a cold blooded war
I can't win, I give in, I give in
Dec 7, 2010
Observations..
Just sharing some rough bullet points, U can close the page.. i dont mind.
I think that life is cheap. thats why i kinda tried to waste it.
I lost alot of friends.. which wasn't because of me. yet it was always uncomfortable to face it.
While ppl sleep, i end up holding a pen and counting how many days it took me to finish what i never finished. and every day i wud say tomorrow but eventually tomorrow is 10 years late.
I have been in a long old big sleep.
I run out of words.
I end up being all haha like cz it really bothers me to open up.
What ever i've been thru was due to 3 reasons:
-Wrong choices
- Infinite trust
- Lack of bitchy-iness
Its been observed that my life isnt complete..
picture it as this gift u got and u know how awesome is it.. so every day u wud decide to leave it to better day ... days pass by.. the gift gets old.. u grow up and lose the thrill of opening it.. so every day.. its right there.. across ur sight.. but u still wont open it.. u just got used to it closed.. ur saving it for a better day..
while waiting and counting down to the day *which u pushed soooo many times* u realize u wasted alot of time on really nothing. this numbness is really stupid.. u have tortured ur self on nothing.. wasted chances.. shame nada.. thats a shame..
ANY WAY. these were my observations.. im working on them .. im off to watch kill bill now.. i'll sniff u soon
BAAAHY!
I think that life is cheap. thats why i kinda tried to waste it.
I lost alot of friends.. which wasn't because of me. yet it was always uncomfortable to face it.
While ppl sleep, i end up holding a pen and counting how many days it took me to finish what i never finished. and every day i wud say tomorrow but eventually tomorrow is 10 years late.
I have been in a long old big sleep.
I run out of words.
I end up being all haha like cz it really bothers me to open up.
What ever i've been thru was due to 3 reasons:
-Wrong choices
- Infinite trust
- Lack of bitchy-iness
Its been observed that my life isnt complete..
picture it as this gift u got and u know how awesome is it.. so every day u wud decide to leave it to better day ... days pass by.. the gift gets old.. u grow up and lose the thrill of opening it.. so every day.. its right there.. across ur sight.. but u still wont open it.. u just got used to it closed.. ur saving it for a better day..
while waiting and counting down to the day *which u pushed soooo many times* u realize u wasted alot of time on really nothing. this numbness is really stupid.. u have tortured ur self on nothing.. wasted chances.. shame nada.. thats a shame..
ANY WAY. these were my observations.. im working on them .. im off to watch kill bill now.. i'll sniff u soon
BAAAHY!
Nov 26, 2010
Drops in the River
Crown of leaves, high in the window on a cold morning
Young today, old as a railroad tomorrow
Days are just drops in the river to be lost always
Only you, only you, you know
Years ago, birds of a feather would arrive nightly
Gone you know, held to another like clutched ivy
On the shore, speak to the ocean and receive silence
Only you, only you, you know
You hesitate so my memory fade, I'll hold to the first one
I wouldn't turn to another you say, on the long night we've made
Let it go
Only you, only you, you know
Only you, only you, you know
You hesitate so my memory fade, I'll hold to the first one
I wouldn't turn to another you say, on the long night we've made
Let it go
Speak to me slow my dear
No ghost of course in here
Pleased to be lonesome quiet and clear
All is alone in here
Nov 22, 2010
Over packing syndrome.
Im sorry to tell u that I have been diagnosed w the over packing syndrome which makes me pack alotta of things that I don’t really need and I don’t have a clue about the reason which made me buy em.
I moved to RAK (Ras AlKhaima) 5 weeks ago. Its really challenging as it took me for ever to pack… I have been here for 5 weeks and haven’t unpacked yet. THE REASON is my dear imaginary readers that I actually moved between 7 rooms. The satisfaction wasn’t really there with alhamra village u know… every room had its defect.. and it really bothered me. As I have two weeks left, I spend the pre sleep minutes in thinking wither to unpack and stack the clothes inside the closet or just bare with the daily chaos which ends by wearing a pair of jeans and any sneakers id find on my way out as I dance my way to my car jumping in and out of my outfit so it gets comfy on me…
Update: I emailed a person telling him that we shud talk 3 weeks ago.. and he ignored me. How pathetic a person cud get huh :P *im not that scary Omar!*
ANOTHER UPDATE: I miss u sid <3 like wayyyyyyyyyyyy toooo much and im sorry for not catching up with u as I ended up sleeping instead of calling u <3
Last update: I am getting black…. As the sun burned my sorry tushhh while shooting on daily bases under it. (we totally shud sit under any shade for a min as a salute to my long lost skin which got burned and stuff)
I gtg now…
BEACE! *as in peace*
Oct 1, 2010
لكني لا أتذكر
كيفما يأتي المساء كل يوم..
يغمرني ذلك الشعور
..اتذكره ولا اتذكره
حنين جميل
الى شيء غير معلوم
غير ملموس
..غير مذكور
اشتاق الى مكان لم اذهب اليه قط
لا اذكر ملامحه.. ولكنني احبه
مكان جميل
يتوسطه القمر كل يوم
فيه شاطىء واسع
امواجه وديعه
تعكس ضوء قمري الدائم
امزجه بكل الاشياء التي احبها.
من رسوم متحركة
الى احلام غير كاملة..
الى امنيات مكمونه.
لا يوجد فيه احد غيري
انا وحدي.
يغمرني ذلك الشعور
..اتذكره ولا اتذكره
حنين جميل
الى شيء غير معلوم
غير ملموس
..غير مذكور
اشتاق الى مكان لم اذهب اليه قط
لا اذكر ملامحه.. ولكنني احبه
مكان جميل
يتوسطه القمر كل يوم
فيه شاطىء واسع
امواجه وديعه
تعكس ضوء قمري الدائم
امزجه بكل الاشياء التي احبها.
من رسوم متحركة
الى احلام غير كاملة..
الى امنيات مكمونه.
لا يوجد فيه احد غيري
انا وحدي.
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