Thursday, December 31, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
I am crazy because I act like normal people. I never had the chance or the courage to do what's crazy, what I should have been doing for the longest time. I have always wanted the approval of all the people I am with, not taking into consideration what my life approves of.
I am a puppet, living the life of what people expect and tell me so. I wanted to break the wall, go out of my shell, how or when I do not know. I have always wanted to tell all rude and mean people to get lost and get out of my life but I never did. I always show them that it is ok to be rude and mean to me.
Every time I want to take one step to giving life a meaning, I have already taken two steps going back to where I belong. Oh how I pray and wish that You give me one chance, one time to give my life color and vibrancy, and to give me courage to go on with that one step and never come back.
P.S. I am getting sick of this template.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
even though you hurt me I feel
baby I'm your puppet
on a string
making me tumble and swing
trouble's what you bring
you control my every little
hanging from your strings
is all I know
starring in your puppet show
never let me go
all the things
you've said and done
there's no space
for me to run
baby I've lost and you have won
cause' all I really want is
Monday, December 7, 2009
Non-Muslims have a lot of funny ideas about Muslims.To all non-Muslims:
1) a very small amount of Muslims thinks everything is Haram.
2) a very small amount of Muslims thinks you are a kafir.
4) a very small amount of Muslims think that women should be oppressed, beaten, slapped etc.
5) a very small amount of Muslims want to kill you.
I like to call the above list the “dumb ones”. They aren’t all that bright but for some odd reason the spotlight is always on them. Why is it on them? I guess they make for more entertaining TV. Who doesn’t hate a villain who wants to terrorize the world? Normal Muslims can’t terrorize crap.
The heinous acts of terrorism against the World Trade Center were too well-timed and organized to be run by Muslims.1) we’re not organized enough to pull off a 9/11
2) we’re never on time. If there was such a thing as a Muslim terrorist, he would have missed the flight.
CREDIT: HAMZA MOIN.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Sometimes you can feel the tragedy settle in around you.It comes on the wind,like a gray scary beast,heavy with skin of glue,sticks to your inner soul,weighing you down,settling like a parasite to suck all your hope and happiness.
Sometimes I sound really emo... o_0
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
P.S. she bought gifts and i love them too xD yeah I am a little bit cheesy .. but in a good way :D *winks*
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
I wish I could get control on my emotions.
I wish I could stop feeling pathetic about something i wish I hadn't done in the first place.
I wish I could remember all the little details of my dreams when in my hypnopompic state. They always seem to be so exciting, but I can't remember!
I wish I could let my anger all out on him without feeling guilty or without having the fear of making him mad.
I wish I could go out whenever or wherever I want to.
I wish I could sleep for as long as I want.
I wish I wasn't that clumsy.
I wish I could get rid of my fugacious mood swings.
I wish I could flee from all my troubles.
I wish I had the power to move ahead of time.
I wish he'd love me even when I don't deserve to be loved.Is that selfish of me to think like that?
I wish I wasn't so sensitive.
I wish I wasn't a cry baby.
I wish we could meet everyday.
I wish we weren't cities apart.
I wish I could become more ME than always becoming something you'd always like.
I wish I could become a rebel sometimes,and not feel bad about it afterward.
I know my wish list is never gonna end so I stop here.I'll write more later.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
What do you seek? Why are there
tears, gliding down your cheeks when
comfort is near. What is it you need?
A powerless man will run over
all before he admits he has lost control,
so he seeks, for what? He claims,
he needs a little more, satisfaction he can't
confront when his mind is shattered. Maybe
he seeks to calm the chaos lurking beneath
but he strikes in anger when the hand
attempting to calm him, belongs not to him.
Oh, compose your soul, I am but
making assumptions, an attempt to recognize
what it is that makes you blind to
your anger. This rage, in its purest form
burns bridges, such hate leaves a trail...
and to my amaze, I find specks of grace,
compassion, truth, in this hatred you left..
So I ask you again, what is it you seek?
You preach louder than the alarming sirens pouring through my window,
your words stinging, inspiring, igniting, reviving an old wound
as I try to comprehend, your rage, it
needs a shelter. Yet, it is pushed down,
making home where it does not belong,
your heart may turn bitter, if this rage
someday takes over.
Oh, compose your soul dear friend,
I am but making assumptions
to answer the unanswered.
Who am I to try to fit you in a box
of ready made disorders, I make no claims
about you, only assumptions...
Written by me when I was 17(now 19).I found it today with a pile of some old papers in my cupboard.Oh those days! This one really got me nostalgic...........
My life is just a broken dream, a torment,
My thoughts a book of grief,
My hopes, a story of sorrow.
A thorn pierces my heart,
An eternal pain tearing me apart.
Survive another day? No!
Let me die; leave this cruel world,
These verses, my only friends,
Can understand my pain.
I am no more the thing I was.....