The day was awesome! i have turned 24 last saturday <3 blessed with amazing friends and family. cudnt ask for any more....
Out come of 2009:
"Don't get soo harsh on the time.. slowly it explains to u what really happened"
Oct 1, 2010
Sep 15, 2010
(1) الطريق الى روما
الطريق الى روما جميل
احمله معي كل يوم
يذهلني
يعجبني
لا أمشي وحيدة بين النجوم
اطوف كل الكويكبات التي اسميتها اسيمئات باسم أمي..
احبها.. وارسل لها قبلاتي..
"آسفة" هو ما أقوله كل يوم..
سوف أمر لاحقا
وابتسم وانا اطوف بين السحاب اودعها..
بداخلي موال حنين
اسميته السيد حزين
يؤلمني كلما غنى ومال بداخلي
يعصفني فيطرد أفكاري..
أفكاري فراشات جميله
تخمرت في وجداني
اناديها دائما
ولا تأتيني
تيقظني في الليل لادونها
فأقول لها ان كنت حقيقة فلن انساكي
تذهب فراشاتي.. وتأخذ معها روما..
فأجلس مع السيد حزين
ادندن له عن روما.
Aug 23, 2010
Elephant
This has got to die
This has got to stop
This has got to lie down
Someone else on top
You can keep me pinned
It's easier to tease
But you can't paint an elephant
Quite as good as she
And she may cry like a baby
And she may drive me Crazy
'Cause I am lately lonely
So why d'you have to lie?
I take it I'm your crutch
The pillow in your pillow case
It's easier to touch
And when you think you've sinned
Do you fall upon your knees?
And do you sit within your picture?
Do you still forget the breeze?
And she may rise, if I sing you down
And she may wisely cling to the ground
Cause I'm lately horny
So why would she take me horny?
What's the point of this song? Or even singing?
You've already gone, why am I clinging?
Well I could throw it out, and I could live without
And I could do it all for you
I could be strong
Tell me if you want me to lie
'Cause this has got to die
This has got to stop
This has got to lie down, down
With someone else on top
You can both keep me pinned
'Cause it's easier to tease
But you can't make me happy
Quite as good as me
Well you know that's a lie
Nothing is taking me down
How long does it take to over come an unfortunate memory ?
If u can hear me right now. My thoughts that i keep on writing loud... Do elaborate and tell me how long does it take.
Thank u..
Mspwetty
Aug 9, 2010
Aug 4, 2010
Calling all the lost souls.
I have always pictured my self as a captain of an endless ship. This ship is heading to heaven and in order to get the right path i needed to follow the bonus items on the way "which are either ice-cream scopes or strawberries".
Call me dreamy but i really didnt have any choice. EVERY single kid wanted to be a president or a doctor OR a pimp**.
Imagine a kid in her 5th year of life, giving advices to a beggar of how not to beg and to go and work in her fathers medical center "my father". Imagine a kid who trusted the sun rise and believed that life was only about love and sisterhood and friendship. All people are saints. Trust is an eternal right till they prove the opposite.
I used to sneak out of bed in midnights, take my walkman and my diary and walk in the shadows to our living room huge veranda. U have no idea how amusing that was. I was 11 and i always asked the RJ at Um alquwain FM to play my songs list "yes i had a list". And omg.. don't let me even start with the poems i used to write...
i was in an infinate love with this veranda.. it was huge.. and the moon always had dropped its silver shadow on it. i was never afraid of the dark. i was never afraid of anything by then..
To carry on. time have proven that i was in denial. and trust wasnt an eternal right... it was more of internal secret ...
I started to fear the dark,, and get so afraid to stay alone in my room. I have believed in monsters in the age of 18. I have lost my trust in the veranda as i grew in size.. it wasnt that big at all. plus the moon never dropped its shadow like it used to be.
I have neglected the poetic urges in me. I have turned into a lost soul.
So dear lost souls...
i know that might have seemed shallow...
but when did u lose ur soul?
with love,
Me.
Call me dreamy but i really didnt have any choice. EVERY single kid wanted to be a president or a doctor OR a pimp**.
Imagine a kid in her 5th year of life, giving advices to a beggar of how not to beg and to go and work in her fathers medical center "my father". Imagine a kid who trusted the sun rise and believed that life was only about love and sisterhood and friendship. All people are saints. Trust is an eternal right till they prove the opposite.
I used to sneak out of bed in midnights, take my walkman and my diary and walk in the shadows to our living room huge veranda. U have no idea how amusing that was. I was 11 and i always asked the RJ at Um alquwain FM to play my songs list "yes i had a list". And omg.. don't let me even start with the poems i used to write...
i was in an infinate love with this veranda.. it was huge.. and the moon always had dropped its silver shadow on it. i was never afraid of the dark. i was never afraid of anything by then..
To carry on. time have proven that i was in denial. and trust wasnt an eternal right... it was more of internal secret ...
I started to fear the dark,, and get so afraid to stay alone in my room. I have believed in monsters in the age of 18. I have lost my trust in the veranda as i grew in size.. it wasnt that big at all. plus the moon never dropped its shadow like it used to be.
I have neglected the poetic urges in me. I have turned into a lost soul.
So dear lost souls...
i know that might have seemed shallow...
but when did u lose ur soul?
with love,
Me.
Aug 1, 2010
Press Play - Loud please. (mspwettylurvesss)
Why give up before we try
Feel the lows before the highs
Clip our wings before we fly away
I can't say I can't compare
I'm suspended it the air
Won't u come be in the sky with me
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