#familly
I will not be here by tomorrow
You wont smell me by tomorrow
You wont see me by tomorrow
And I wont see you look for me
I wont see you cry for me
I wont see you mourn and grieve for me
And I wish to see the dread you feel
When you sit in my empty bed
When you throw my stuff away
When you remember the way I talked
The way I smiled and laughed
The way I looked ,
the way I held your hand
But I wont be able to know
if I'm gone by tomorrow
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 7:23 PM UTC
I wish I could be there, but life brought me here.
A line from distance, to give you assistance.
Even from far, I can still be around.
I will share with you my love, I will be loud.
Across the ocean, my beautiful emotion.
Over the mountains, to dissolve your monsters.
Past the thunders, to be your dancer.
I will fly like birds, to bring you upwards.
A line of love, I will be your dove.
And what a sight, to see you evolve.
From being scared, to someone who dares.
You were a cocoon, and became a typhoon.
Never a doubt, you make me proud.
Our love, a magical bond.
Fraternal and strong, we go beyond.
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 6:28 PM UTC
The scene opens with a single snowflake falling onto the top of a large sturdy tree. The vast open valley spreads far and wide, as this beautiful tree stands on a hill next to a soft and quiet stream. Surrounding its trunk and ground digging roots are twelve little saplings. They sit next to their mother, as if listening to one of her tales of long ago,
of years long gone by of an earlier snow.
The snowflake just settles on a leaf at her top,
and followed by more so gently they drop.
There's an old house not far 'cross the stream's other side,
filled with music and lights and sweet fragrance inside.
The voices are carried with carols of joy.
As momma tells to her children of their history.
A seedling like them a long time ago,
loved and enriched, nourished to grow.
She told of the tales of their home's Christmas Tree,
on a hill where she stood. Part of one big family.
"Momma, tell us that story again.
We'd love to hear it forever.
Cause truly this story, it hasn't an end,
'long as we remember eachother."
Dec 18, 2021
Dec 18, 2021 at 1:33 PM UTC
She is a star
I like her smile
She is the sun
Every morning, she shine
She is the moon
I like her lights shinning at night
Mom your my moon and my star
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
Ever since I could talk,
I have only ever given you gifts with my words -
you were my first, after all.
I never told you all the hateful things burning my tongue,
even though your own words made me want to scream
"I HATE you mummy!"
I never did it,
because I knew that it would hurt you more than your words hurt me.
I can remember curling up on your lap,
watching bad TV in the living room,
warm and safe and silly.
And every now and then,
when I thought you were feeling down,
I would wrap my tiny arms around you and say,
"mummy, I love you."
because I knew what I could mean to feel a bit of love every now and again.
'But, mummy, why did I have to grow up?'
I know that things got hard.
I know that a lot of it was my fault -
if not all of it -
but, mummy,
you don't have to be so **** mean.
I know that you were stressed,
and that I was depressed,
and that our family was still clearing the headache from the last SCREAMING match,
but why couldn't you just let me finish my - ?
... sentence.
I was going to say 'sentence', but you cut me off.
Again.
Why wont you just listen to your daughter when she says she needs you?
Why, mummy, is it what no matter how many times I say,
"mummy, I love you",
all you hear is,
"mummy, I hate you!"?
Tell me, mummy,
if you are really so wise,
who's fault is it that I cant just say,
"mummy, l love you" any more?
Who's fault is it that, now,
all I seem to say,
all I seem to cry is;
"mummy, I love you, but..."
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
(Another Song A Gift For You Little Princess)
Hello !!!, Do you remember when I was child
my parents was taking care of me
they got the big part of my mind
with one cuddle they send me free
After separation ask yourselves
who is the one who pays the bills
why the silence after my cheers
I got pain Crash me inside the Mills
I still a princess with my crown
Even If I got soo much of tears
I Can Stand On my own
Then I Beat my Only fears
When I open My perfect Wings
I Fly With Angels To get Sweets
Inside my brain I survive child
I keep the Tries After I failed
Moving Crazy and very wild
For everyday i paint my smile
That's the symbol of my mail
To send Inside you my whole chill
I love my dad for what he makes
I Love my mom for every shakes
helpless baby and very weak
Hello !!!, Do you remember when I was child
my parents was taking care me
they got the big part of my mind
with one cuddle they send me free
Author / Aladdin Aures HAMDI
(Another Song A Gift For You)
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 4:49 PM UTC
I am sad today
It is not from love
But my family
What could they be doing?
Saying?
Without me being there?
There they are, far away,
And I here, so lonely
I want to cry, I cry in silence
My dear mother, how could she be doing?
My siblings, what could they be fighting over?
I don't want them to think of me
Or that they miss me
I only want their company and warmness
The bread is soaked in coffee
And we spend time together
Till we part away to dream
A *** of water is boiled
With some rice
We add cinnamon, milk and sugar
When everything is ready we wet the bread in it
And we all spend time together on the sweet morning
And from there we part ways until convening later in the day or night
To be a family again.
That is why I am sad,
I sleep and wake
The night and day
And it's only me
There is no rice,
No tea or coffee
Or the warmness of my family
I become saddened
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 1:22 AM UTC
I fell today and my leg has a bruise,
But I don't need to say this to you.
Not like you care.
I woke up earlier than usual today.
But you knowing this has no use anyway.
Not like you care.
I was there for you when they weren't.
Yeah telling you this hurts.
But it's not like you care.
Give me extra pills to borrow.
And I won't be here tomorrow.
Not like you care.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC