“Rolling Rock” it reads, fatefully so, so I’d hope he’s no Sisyphus.  Bringing corner markets drought with pocket money, he’s perhaps overlooked by the commoner a proletariat.  dating me in simply ways, peeing from the next room, my alone time, and indexing my forefinger: canine and biscupid, telling me to feel the ****** up’d-ness inside his skull.  I claim otherwise but I suppose within fingers lies fallacy!

كنا اطفالا صغارا                                                                                                               نلعب بأي شيء يقع تحت ايدينا                                                                                                كالكلال و المور و الوليماي و الركض و تسلق الجدران و                                                               كرة القدة و الطميمة و غيرها ...                                                                                              كنا اطفالا صغارا                                                                                                                بلا كلل و لا ملل                                                                                                                  من الصباح الى المساء ...                                                                                                        السرور و البهجة كانت تملأ صدورنا                                                                                          و كانت الحياة مختلفة عما هي الآن ...                                                                                           و في ليلة كالحة و سوداء                                                                                                    تحول كل شيء الى كره اعمى بين الاخوة ...                                                                          الآن الصواريخ تنهمر على البيوت                                                                                         و كأن من يقذفها يظن انه يرمي بالورود و الرياحين على الناس ...                                                  انها حياة لا تطاق                                                                                                             و حرب عمياء لا تبقي و لا تذر ...                                                                                           تحول فرد الطقطيق الى فرد حقيقي يقتل بلا رحمة                                                                      و تحول فرد الفلين الى شيء آخر ...                                                                                       شيء لا يصدق !                                                                                                             الاخوة يتقاتلون بالنيابة                                                                                                         عن الشيطان و تجار الاسلحة !                                                                                             ضاع الحب و صار بدلا عنه                                                                                               ذلك الكره المقيت ...                                                                                                           لم يعد هناك لا حكمة و لا حكماء !                                                                                             لقد جرى الدم البريء على الارض                                                                                        و صار من الصعب لمه او جمعه ...                                                                                      امتلئت القبور و ازداد عدد الايتام و الارامل                                                                            و الجوع و الفقر و العوز و الذل ...                                                                                          لا يمكن مقارنة الطفولة الجميلة                                                                                             مع ما يحدث الآن !                    &nbs

"what's your favourite thing about me?" she asked.

she was chaos to me. she was  uncontrollable; she was a landscape - a waterfall, never ending and ever-flowing with a groundbreaking view. she had it all. she was untouchable, she was proud, yet she was vulnerable, she loved with every ounce of her. she was headstrong, yet she was delicate, and she was honest, she was real. she was like electricity, she was a thunderstorm, crashing and creating, and formed an unbreakable sight. she was a masterpiece. she could fuel a fire, and she could put one out, and although she was forever absent, she was always present, and she was mine. she was thrilling; she had a universe in her eyes, and i wasn't sure whether or not it was too great to venture into.

"all of you," i replied, "every last bit."

We have turned into                                                                                                 Hard rocks and even                                                                                                Harder pieces of rocks ...                                                                                         We are no more pretty                                                                                             As we used to be before ...                                                                                        We are merely foes in                                                                                               This world ...                                                                                                             We are greatly unaware of                                                                                      Of our inevitable end ...

what the ****
I never thought I'd be losing you
but I didn't  actually lose you

you walked away from my life
like it was so easy for you

I think I didn't mean anything to you
I was the spam in your email
and im worthless to you
I'm sorry
but I still am missing you

When I say you don't deserve her,
When I say that you should leave,
When I say you won't make it here,
When I say you make her grieve

When I say you should be better,
When I say you'll have to change,
When I say you don't treat her well,
When I say you're acting strange

When I say you don't love her,
When I say you'll hurt her heart,
When I say you aren't good enough,
When I say you should stay apart

When I say you never should've met her,
When I say you should've stayed far away
When I say you will be the worst thing that could happen to her,
I beg you to prove me wrong!

For all those moments, I tried so hard
You make me feel... bad
For all those lack of words,
oh! beauty, beauty...
How weak can you turn these words
What new words should I create
To pronounce your marvel inside out
You make me feel so new
yet I can't blossom nor bloom
How deeper intensity should it beget
The one word- that can recreate your grace
Of time- history to future
Where do you belong...
Oh darling, my darling
You are my mystery island
And for all these questions unanswered
Through words...mere words; so incomplete and fragile
For all these emotions unsettled
love and deeper, yours and mine
You make me feel so goodly bad
Yet in silence, you make me whole
Delightful with sweeping flashbacks
And still I feel so bad
For every thought, I lose words to poem you
For every second, I seem to miss you
For every moment, I miss to respire you
For every chance, I fail to whisper "I love you"

Du er rød og jeg blå
Jeg er is, du er ild

Og jeg har frosset i flere dage

Jeg drømmer mig hen i en verden
hvor græsset gror til himlen
sommerfugle så store som
biler

Jeg sagde jeg var den uhyggeligste
gyserfilm jeg kunne forstille mig

og jeg vil drukne i din hud
hvis ikke i min egen

ever since
you looked at me
i have not stopped
thinking of you

i don't even know
what i want
i have no clue
what i feel

and about you?
i could not know
i don't dare
to ask around

for me this is rare
i have never felt
this level of
sincere confusion

my mind is a maze
but somehow i hope
that you are there
standing at the end

waiting
for
me

I'
M
Cut
Deep
And it's
Killing me
You didn't use
A knife just your
Words, but they hu
rt so much more th
an if you sliced my
Wrists up because
You've sliced my he
art into little shreds
And I'm not sure how
I'm going to put it ba
ck together this time,
but I know it will take
Awhile and through it
all I'll have to wear a pr
etty smile, like everyth
ing's ok, but we both kn
ow it's not, I'm.not at all,
but that's the price I pay
**Maybe next
Time you co
uld literally
slice my heart
from my chest
and slowly wa
tch  eme bleed
out and die, cau
se that would not
Hurt as much as
This feeling I
Have right now
But the idea of
Being without
You in any way
Hurts so much
Maybe I'll just
Use this knife
To cut away at
My own pain