Lullaby

I tried singing my demon a lullaby
But he wouldn’t sleep
Your pain had awakened my twin of May
He altered my white wings to black
For myself is too proud to allow itself getting hurt
And so it defied letting you live in peace

Darling,
Had I not told you your presence sealed my Satan away
But you’re not there anymore
I wanted someone to blame when everyone departed away
And my pain chose you, most beloved and most brittle
Excuse me not
But you hurt a part of me and I cannot bear my pain

Darling,
Let these words be injected to your veins that shall conquer your heart
“I’d throw myself off the rock if you were to leave” I said
But I had to leave it seems
I love you so much not to hurt myself
So I hurt you instead
Excuse me not
But I unconsciously did lust your pain

And when I killed you
I could no longer sense my demon
It seems he rested in peace
But then Darling,
The Jesus in me bled my name from your pain
For you bled yours cause of mine
He’s dying at the gates of the fairytale I call life
And so, I beg you
Bring him back to life
Excuse me not
But I love you so much to let you go away.

A Game of Love and Karma

Dare not to say sorry when I know you’re not
For you’re ugly when you lie
You should be sorry for the act you denied
You killed me with your game that you played unconsciously
Bullshitted me with a pathetic song
Told me I love you when you know you didn’t
Told me you missed me when you told your friend you didn’t
Demanded kisses when your heart climaxed rejecting me
Told me its right when I knew things were going wrong
And you still have no regrets

And for that
I’ll tell you the sight I still crave:

When you’re in pain
I smile cause to me its personal gain
When you cry
I laugh that your heart has just died
When you frown
I’m glad you’ve just been put down

Take a look back and remember
You fooled me with a game entitled “love”
And you excused yourself with “you got hung up”
And then I’m a zombie
I want to dissemble your bones
Slice up your veins except for the aorta
I want you alive
But I want to witness the sight when you’re like a fish
A fish that has been banned its home
So pathetically breathing, lying, dying on the ground
And then karma stops my desire

You’ve changed from a demon into an angel
What I’ve been telling you to be has been granted
But no thanks to me
For I took on love from below
But he took it with you from high and high above

I never thought I’d cry tears of happiness
But I did when you loved someone so much
When you asked for more time but you were denied
When you were shocked you called him your one and only
But you ended up not being his one and only
When you got too hung up and you thought he’d give up something for you
When he was the center of your world, but you weren’t
My purple tear drops have turned colorless and bitter
You were fooled into a game called “love”
And apparently, you were too hung up

Your pain is my pleasure
Your gain is my loss
Your sorrow is my bliss
Your tears are injections of morphine to my pain
Your screams are my lullaby
Your internal death is what I lust

And in the end I confess to you
I am yet to avenge my penetrated heart

I Breathe

In the streets of this warm city
The fancy skyscrapers
The cozy atmosphere
Under the lights of the roads
I feel numb from all the pain
So sedated and drugged I am
I could just stop and stare all day

And I walk along these roads
With my black and grey textured bunnyhug
My music, my only best friend
And I smile
For they make me feel so safe, isolated, and free

But as I walk
My hands swing against intangible air
Deprived for a hand to hold
Not a friend, not an ancestor
But a lover
A dear beloved to pour-in happiness into my half empty glass of happiness

And when I see two lovers walking happily
My throat hurts
And it feels as if all my tears are hidden on the top of my mouth
My bronchioles as if they are shuddered
But I walk on with silence and no complains
For he who elicited me into his chaotic creation
Has dimmed my voice and numbed my speech

Yin and Yang

In the name of optimism
The knot you tied shall inflict you with satisfaction
The oath you made shall wrap you with the independence of commitment
The hell you lived shall bring back your deceased flesh into life
For the blessing of love will leave you replenished
Have you breathe freely
Dry up your moist eyes
Reincarnate your emotions
And rejuvenate your lifespan
In the name of love
I now pronounce you Cupid and Victim

…

In the name of pessimism
The knot you tied shall inflict you with affliction
The oath you made shall drill your veins into walls of imprisonment
The heaven you shared shall turn into fire that burns your flesh up into ashes
For the curse of love will leave you drained
Make you exhale but never inhale
Bleed your eyes dry
Disperse your emotions
And kill you slowly
In the name of love
I now pronounce you Assassin and Victim

…

In the name of reality
After every angry volcanic eruption
The disastrous lava creates a new vast green land
After every overload of black clouds
A peak of light cracks through to rinse the ominous ambience
For to achieve success you need to fail
To see the light, you need to go through the darkness
We cry when we’re sad
Yet we cry when we’re at the orgasmic peak of bliss
Therefore in the name of life
I now pronounce you Yin and Yang

Inspired by: Hassan Al Marashi

Speechless

That night
That night when the moon was full
The Fake Island and city
The fake IDs, the Vodka, Beer and the Whiskey
So out of our minds, we just needed the drugs too

That night
I can’t forget how you looked at me with those brown eyes
That Johnny Depp hat of yours
So drunk everything was blurry except for you
So drunk that it felt sober just being around you

That night
In the back of the car we kissed
The taste of your lips still occupies my senses
Your aura numbed my nerves
And your warm breath left my heart mended
…
Out of all those that follow me
I still can’t believe that you got me
I felt so happy I could die
And next time you see me day dreaming
Spare asking what took over my mind
You know the answer more than I could ever imply

I came back home the next day
So angry and lost I just wanted to stay
I threw all the books around looking for my dictionary
So crazy I was the books I threw broke and ashtray
all 1286 pages I read
But no word I read best described you
And I realized that you've left me speechless
so speechless I thought I'll never write again
just speechless

Fearless

I took on a journey
A journey of materialism
The journey of joyful pain
Torturing pleasure and gain
And as I walked amongst people
I found a boy with a plastic rainbow
His eyes spoke words that the tongue never dares to spell
So I stared onto their moist soil that is craving a sun to dry them up
The melody of his eyes took my hands and drove me into his journey
A journey amongst his peers

And as I observed his world
He'd look at me and point out at his peers
And he quietly said

"Look at them, my world and family
With them I share the joy and agony
They love me to bits
But too much love is catastrophe"

The boy goes silent
And I observe again as he gets ready to speak
I interrupt his words and say

"They love you too much it's become unhealthy
And I know you love them too
But their love has driven them blind
And so they grasp onto you”

And the boy nods, turns red and tense
Unleashes sealed words and anger
“And they’ve raped me dry
Drained my energy and broken my wings to fly
Angels indeed they are
But after all
Satan is an angel too
…
So they tend to help make me live
And not commit the sinful deed that surrenders my soul to the dark side
But with what they claim is help
They kill me indeliberately
…
Their love towards me injects them with doses of selfishness
That they repelled the one I truly love
…
They married me without a proposal
Intoxicated the air I breathe
Forced me to live a lithium that satisfies them
…
And as I’m being smothered by their destructive love
I love them still
And all I hope for is that when they slay me unconsciously
They get away with murder”

So my journey goes on
As I watch his life burn away into ashes by those who love him most
And I only pray that love won’t take away his life.

Avant-Garde

Under a pornographic red light
Filthy red colored words polished onto the walls
With thorny stems scattered all over the room

I’ll crawl into bed with you
Caress and roll all over it with my arms firmly wrapped around yours
As these thorny stems rip off each others clothes until naked
Drenched with blood after our skins are slashed
The white sheets turn red
And these thorns are smashed by the intensity of our bodies rubbing

I’ll clench onto your lips with mine
Squash them passionately with my teeth
Let their red wine pour out
To gently water my lifeless lips for they are dry

And as we start off with soft
We let our bodies become one
As if we’ve been tied up by a Celtic metallic chain
And since we’re soaked with each others blood
We’re left unprotected from each others disease
This makes me crave you more
Thus
Let’s whisper dirty words into each others ears
Let those words trigger our gradually awakening beasts
And engage into an endless act of love
That is an Ambigram of endless hardcore
Until we’re left sweaty and breathless

These thorns have indeed bled me dry
But worry not
For I'm alive as long as I'm assassinated by your brown eyes
And the sharing of your disease gave me the pleasure to live your pain
Get reincarnated with you again in the after-life
And if loving you is a sin
Then let the angel of death take away my life
Where hell shall be my eternal reside.

Droplets of Your Name

*Drip…Drip*
My heart bled your name all over my papers
Mixed it up with my tears of ink
That drew down these words of sorrow
And gave birth to this piece of art

I look into your beautiful brown eyes
Eyelashes so tender and perfectly curved
They bleed agony as you read a book called “Life”
And while I watch you read it
I only see a black page…
Your hands shiver at the bottom right of the page
You don’t wanna flip it
You’re still hopeful you can bleach the black page
And so I lend you my soul
Place it above your heavenly made ambrosial hands
Hoping to make you flip the page
Open a new white one that shall bleach away the past
But you’re still firmly holding onto the black page
Your tears drop all over it
And I stare in wonder
Am I not good enough?...

I suffer when I see your tears
I just want to heal you
Break the chains of my heart that want to scream
PICK ME!
Pick me…
Pick me…
For honey with me
You can drink up an endless fountain of love

And then I snap awake

I look at the book in my hand called “Life”
And I see the page with your name written all over it
And I cry teardrops for I feel helpless towards your pain
And so I don’t flip the page
Hoping that my tears might make you flip yours.

Blessings of a Curse

I see myself everyday
The black coat that I wear
Drenched from the Grey converged clouds
The dark blue skies
And the rain that stings my heart with every drop
Makes me kneel indeliberately
Look up subsiding to the power of He the almighty
The one that according to you I rejected
The one who’s truth according to you I denied

And though he cursed me
Fated me with torture
And gave me every reason for Blasphemy
I still love him dearly and sincerely
Believe in him more than you
Because unlike you sweet sibling
He listens
He’s silent to whatever wrong I do
The wrong he knows he had cursed me with

Oh sweet descendant
The poison that my ancestors injected into my veins
Ties me to your fate
The fate that makes me witness the sound of your words
The words that stab me indefinitely
The words you stimulate along with your ignorant companions
Against a curse that I now consider a blessing
You even taught the toddlers in our house of me being acquisitive
You taught them I only love me
You taught them about my materialism
None of which is true

You rub your money in my face when I ask for my share
Call me problem free because I get paid
I’ve never been employed to satisfy you with money
But God I know I sacrificed for you emotionally
Held you up as a 14 year old when you were on the verge of disconnection
Still and always will listen to your catasrophe
While you still reject to listen to mine
Because according to you, what I am is Blasphemy
And I still suffer in wonder
How does that make me a materialist?

You dispersed me my emotions
But the best of me stayed
The best of me will always stay…

Simply Beautiful

Aphrodite is the Goddess of Love and Beauty

This poem is dedicated to Farah Faisal =)

When the clouds scatter
After they bless us with a beautiful shower of rain
A bleak of the sun penetrates through the grey angry skies
Skies that left the kids and the weak frightened
But after the inane breakthrough of your beam
You spread peace so colorful and intangible
So uplifting and hopeful

And once your beams struck a garden
A garden with poly-colored different butterflies
And mono-colored beautiful Jasmines
Right in the center of that garden
A beautiful girl skips across
Rhythmically to the song of her singing heart
Wearing a white gown looking like Aphrodite
With a pink guitar wrapped around her holly aura
Aura so blissful and transparently white
So holly and sincere

I only write these words because
I see those butterflies in you
I see you when I look at a lonely white Jasmine
I see you when I look at an innocent little girl skipping
I see you when I listen to a joyful guitaric song
And whenever I see you, yes you!
All I have to say is
You're simply beautiful

My Open Doors

Did I not beg you not to knock on my doors again
Did I not beg you to spare twisting my twisted heart
You wrapped me up with wires of tenderness
That eventually became metallic wires of spikes that left me with emptiness

I blame you not, for I can simply not open my doors
But I'm a fool to the sound of you
That I immediately open to you my doors through your rhythm
I'm a coward to the figure of you
That I simply subside to your profundity

And so through my open door
You'll feed on the abyss amount of love that I offer
And just before I feed on bliss
You simply slam my door onto my face

And though I know my ink of tears won't dry
Love,
I beg you again
Knock on my door no more
Ring neither my bell nor phone
For I can't help but answer your call

A Purple Ending

Down on my knees
The colorless rain washes off the purple blood away
I stand on my feet
I pray for the one who dwells within
Send me someone to listen
Father
No one can hear my silence
No one can see through this poker face
But I beg them to see through those eyes
I beg the companions and the strangers
No one's their but they try to be
Through my silent words I scream to them
"Break through my quarantine
I have things to say
My pain shall speak
My soul needs to bleed
Sit me down for a session of persistent tears
My pain is in pain"

The purple blood has washed away indeed
But I await those secluded purple tears
To wash away the purple scars that are still of existence
I don't want to go back
But I want to let go

I missed the true laughter of mine
I miss the true smile that now I hide
I miss singing the same old beautiful Paparazzi verses
That have now become new painful curses
"I'm your biggest fan I followed you until you left me
Papa-Paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar you know that I did become your Paparazzi
Promised I'll be kind but I didn't stop until I killed my heart
Baby you'll be famous chased you down until I left me
Papa-paparazzi"

I'm not angry at God
I'm not angry at anyone
I'm angry at myself

Living to what lays ahead
I hope to sing those beautiful verses again
As I pray that love won't take my life...

The twin of May

This poem is inspired by "Madonna - Human Nature"

And my twin shall partly awake from his deep coma
He will talk and I shall be put into temporary sleep

And the twin says through bleeding veins
through clotted wounds
through an unleashed heart
through sealed rage and anger

"I, the twin shall speak
for you have sealed me with your attendance
but now that my sight no longer witnesses your presence
My seal weakens and my hate awakens
therefor I shall unleash part of my agony

I will not ask you to forgive me
for you should be the one asking for forgiveness
I will literate no apologies
for you should be the one apologizing
and I will show no care
For I, in reality couldn't care less

Dear ex fooler
I shall inject this into your brain before I get myself started
My brother is not the one with the problems
he is able to last way more infinite than just few days

Honey, Did my brother not tell you
that calling him acquisitive slaughters him to bits
why have you done it frequently?
Darling, If my brother had done so much just so he could take a footling off of you
He would have stopped long before you cut the rope

Do you know how much I wanted to let it out on the cursed night of the dolls
Do you how much i still struggle to let it out everyday?
Its easy for me to prevail my forgiving brother
but the love he had for you is still strong enough to hold me off
and though this piece of pain might be of pain to you
I shall warn you against the day
The day this seal is by all will removed by my brother
A day where the myth of Lucifer becomes reality.

Dear poet
on behalf of my beloved brother I will tell you
he quits following you
He is no longer the paparazzi of you
He is no longer the paparazzi of anyone
For I shall never forget the day you said he gave up his dignity for you
And I shall reply to you
Karma has already taken place to that sentence you unmercifully said
It's all in that guitar of June and August.
if it's any song that my brother is eager to sing from the bottom of his shattered heart
It's the song this poem was inspired by

Before I head into my deep coma again
I shall let you see me one day."

Confessions of a Drama Queer

The Drama Queer wonders for he is immaculate
“Am I ever going to see a falling star
Oh heavens
Do I get to feel the adrenaline when me and my partner’s words match
Do I get to fill in the gap I’ve had for 18 years
The gap legally sorted for them paradoxes
Illegaly distorted for us bilaterals
I want to subsist my destined sin oh destiny conjector”

Adult by years where innocence is officially gone
the Drama Queer masters
A beautiful night
Where the moon polished the dark skies into grey
And his melancholy into eternal exhale
The Drama Queer breathes
“My heart arteries detached from within myself
Connected to a heavenly made saint
My heart lives on the rhythm of his spell
A spell thats his name:

Ray of light
Internal holliness and divinity
Betrayed actions begging to scan what’s underneath
Agonizing brown eyes that
Languished a heart that has finally found it’s home”

And within the grey starless sky
The Drama Queer stutters in joy
“oh beautiful saint
I just witnessed what I’ve waited 18 years for
A falling white rail
A falling star!”

As the signs fall like the rain falling from an angry sky
Signs that were proof enough their love was sacret
And as the Drama Queer finally got to experience repetitive telepathy
The Drama Queer hears through his bloodshot eyes..
.
..
...
Silence
Just silence
...
..
.
The other side wishes to disconnect
And the Drama Queer curses his curiousity
“What blasphemy is the curiousty you’ve injected me in
Oh father
It had slapped me awake from my beautiful nightmare
It had slapped my reality back to illusions
It had slapped me back to sleep after I woke from my slumber
Father
The script you wrote me had killed my soul
Stabbed my heart
And dismanteled my nerves
Oh father
Do you know when liquid turns to solid?
Inbetween
My heart shall be
Suffering from the freezing ice shelves
That are slowly becoming an ice sculptured heart”

On the 31st of the 7th
The Drama Queer questions in silence
“What about all the signs..
What about our song..
What about that fallen star
What about my december
What about our telepathy
For we’ve very often read each others minds..
Isn’t that chemistry?
Darling
What about them
Who didn’t acknowledge of your previous lovers
But acknowledged of me?
What about that song you sang me
What about your excitment to share things with me first
Even before we fell for one another
NO!...
We were not a lie
We were right
We were perfectly right
...Right?”

And though surrounded with agony, weep and grief
He(DQ) tends to put on a perfect poker face
And then he smiles
“I’m not shattered nor broken
I witnessed no blood to my soul
Nor tears from my eyes
For I know no grief when I’m around you
Even after the deed
You tend to sue me up
You sealed the sleeping twin of may
The hateful, detestful, grieving face of this Gemini
The one that only those who gave birth to me
Got to witness”

And the Drama Queer smirks
“The poet took a vow
A vow against those of his kind
One that shall slap him awake soon
And they shall not bring me down
For I’ll chase you still
Wait for you still
I don’t back down on my words
But for now I’ll just watch you still
I await the day you unfold whats unfolded
See what I showed you all along
I await you still”

And the Drama Queer whispers
“I love you still...”

The mark of my beginning

Oh love
I dare not think of the time before I had known you
Was I even alive?
Was my presence even pasted into this world?
Oh lover
Your love woke me up from my slumber
Did it wake you not?
Remember our desire to find love?
Do you not know it killed us frequently?
Oh lover
Your love cured me
Kept death away from me
Gave me wings for I’m a dreaming lover
Oh lover
Your tears might not bring back the dead
But they killed me at the break of dawn
Indeed my mind was away
But my heart was present
Slaughtered and agonizing from thy tears
I blame you not
For love had previously deceived you
Oh lover
Had love deceived you again?
Had it not retrieved what it first took from you?


I remember those eclipsed words you said
“I’m not a crying lover
I cry not when I simplify I love you
I’m a loving lover to that love of Kelly’s”
And I reply
“As I am!”
Ah how beautifully veiled are those allegations
For we both know in the heart we are crying lovers
Thus
I shall cry to thee
I love you

Mannequin

I can see the venom dripping through your pores
Drenched with envy
Blasting hate
Infiltrating temptation you repulsive nymph

I can see the demon through those ominous eyes
Black cloaked, relinquished since the God of the son
These midnight eye lids
Frozen lips and drilled follicles

Remember she who grew old deliberately
To taint the veins of her unrelated descendant
You shall be she
Yet rejuvenating herself from a Mannequin number 36

I hate you toe to head
Core to edge
Detesting your presence and devoted to your death
I just wish you fade

I live for the day
The day I see your tears pouring down
Every drop burns your cheeks like acid
Sheds your skin and annihilates your flesh
I live to see you in blasphemy
Blasphemy...

A conversation with God

Little child
Land on my terrain
Ignorant you shall be
For you are only human within the flesh

Father
Guide me through your tangible heaven
I am an imperfect piece of your creation
And my novice knowledge needs to be steered

Little child
You shall not be driven like my other creations
Get a grip on your wheel and steer
And I expect no calamities for you are a queer amongst my land
A detached soul of mine
Blessed with adversity

My child
You shall give and not be given
Drive and not be driven
Spread a smile my little queer
Satisfy your brothers and sisters throughout my land
-
They will cut you open
Ignorant of their reasons
Forgive them still
And if you dare complain
I shall dim your voice and numb your speech

Oh father
What blessing is it to suffer?
What sin have I committed to be dressed up with agony and sued up with silence

Little Child
The smile you cause shall give you affection
The joy you spread shall maintain perfection
And through their reflection you’ll earn your pleasure
-
Part away into your journey etched with my words
Part away...my little Drama Queer

Us...Filthy Imperfect Humans

Sheltered in denial
Reformed and molded by ego
These traits we accuse each other
Cease!
For these traits dwell within each one of us
Not in everybody but you
You...the self proclaimed robots

Walking reptiles we are as well
Watch your palms etched in snake skin patterns
Shedding them while shifting from person to another
But after all
Our shit smells like Jasmine to us
But any else’s is a disgrace and disgust to us
Us...The self proclaimed perfect robots

And when we surge people our absolute
From infinite to driblets
They call us selfish
For when you feed a man a pile of gold
He only grasps for more!
And when you tend to complain
You obtain disdain
But blame them not
for what they are is as well what we are but deny
Which makes that all of us
Us...Filthy imperfect humans

Your blinded eye

When you look at an object, you see one side of it, and we don't bother looking onto the other side, some of us don't coz we don't want to, and the others r just used to seeing something only from one side. that's the case with people when they look at decisions, people, and things in life. We were given 2 eyes yet we tend to blind one of them and get to see things with only one. When one loves someone, to him it's the best, and to others who hate that someone, it's ugly and distasteful.

When people love someone they obviously see something in them others don't, maybe our role models are nothing but an excuse we use to say "they make us get out of a dark phase" and maybe we actually see something in them.

when something happens between two people, Don't just ask one person what happened..ask both, there are two sides to each story, two faces to almost everything, you need to look at both, you need to put urself in people's shoes, maybe you'll get their picture and how they see things clearer...not trying to see things how others do will only leave you in a bubble of ignorance as if you live on an island isolated from everybody else, you need to build some bridges to connect you to the rest of the world, the rest of the people.

We live in a world where people are different, and we need to appreciate that and not just tolerate, but to accept it. just like each and everyone of us is desperate for acceptance, others are too...

Beneath your beautiful mask.

This is my first short story. and I hope you like it :)

Who said a mask of happiness is a bad thing? Who said being happy all the time is truly someone’s fountain of joy? Who said opposites attract? Who said they were never close? Who said they never knew each other? Who said they are not alike?
A second ago, she penetrated through your mask of smiles, dived right through your eyes into your world of mystery and defined mystery as simplicity, you are the queer of divine, and divine is what others can’t see, why are people blind? This world of chaos is unsocial, wrong I am! For when she attempted to know you, you scanned her though she’s the unknown attempter.

Right in the middle of that beautiful second, Angela dares unknown to kiss that girl, she and Keira were sitting amongst the other devils whom she(that girl) could sense waiting for the bloody skins to cause friction so that their entertainment of Gossip starts . Unknown starred at her eyes as she waited for you to take action, her veins can no longer hold the blood they’re carrying, for the virginity of her bloody skin is craving the warmth of yours. The moment you ran towards her, all she could hear is the silence of the devils and the screams of her inner voices not being able to interpret what’s going on. Before you even held her, she grabbed the pillows of your face as you pushed her head towards yours where your smooth blooded skin made impact, that’s where she found out that likes don’t repel, how could they when unwillingness of her nerves triggered her eyes to close! As you parted away, underneath the grey sky at night, she could see the devil’s work, when everyone started whispering; you simply smiled and detached yourself from joining their cult.

At the bittersweet end of this amazing second that initiates the beginning of your journey, and before your arrival to the cursed place of goodbye, Keira’s phone rings that alarms you’ve arrived, a click on the phone triggered the beat of her heart, the electricity of her nerves. she could no longer feel her legs as the cold wind slaps her face. Keira who knows you most looks at her with wide open eyes saying “your soul is bleeding already?!” the numbness of her nerves left her speechless as she walked like a dead zombie towards the gates of the garden that had the honor to welcome your arrival. she put on her best mask of smile as she’s used to it just like you, as they saw your face, she wonders, “where the hell did his mask fade away?” no sorrow ever broke it, but today she saw what shattered it. She’s not surprised for she knows what’s beneath your mask and shares the same weaknesses as you.

Keira sat down her legs can’t support her anymore, as you try to pick up the pieces of your shattered mask, you sit on her lap as she hugs you and starts crying, you picked up your pieces well as you smiled and hugged her. Angela, whose heart was broken previously because of your immaturity cried more than Keira, I’ve never seen someone bleed their soul out as she did, what’s your secret? What’s your charm? You hugged her last as she whispered in your ears “I’m gonna miss you”, a hick up from you as you responded with “I will miss you too” and that was it for the beautiful second.

Her part was simple, the other day, as she reaches college; Angela looks at her with such a sad, stunned face and says “your eyes are swollen! You look like a dead person!”...she doesn’t know what happened, she loved you but she didn’t love you, for her heart is with someone else who’s as silent as God. Who knows what it was, who’s “her” and who’s “unknown”?

Beyond the mirror of your brain

In this world, the pools of blood are too deep that we can’t even float in, within every vein there’s a clot of dirt, within every human there’s a pack of hate towards another, to achieve success you have to kill the person ahead, every child is raised surrounded by the sound of death and the image of pain. But even with all this, there's a pump from the heart that infiltrates the clot in our veins, there exists with every package of hate a crack of love, within every competition, a pure intention, within every mistreated child, a dream. A dream of Hope, a dream of equality, a dream of acceptance, a dream of integrity, a dream of unity. So many dreams that can be condensed to one word only...Peace.

I was looking into the dictionary for the definition of peace, and one of the definitions was “End of war”...I don't completely believe in that; there’s more to peace than just the end of war. There’s more to hope than positivity, more to equality and acceptance than to tolerate each other, more to integrity than the truth, more to unity than holding hands. There are far way more meanings to a word than its definition, far way more things to a word than to just apply it, far way more things to see in something than the reflection of it in your brain.

Everyone is asking for peace, you bleed your lungs out you want peace but a voice isn’t enough to let others hear it, put peace into action, teach others what is peace and when an adult or any person brings you down by saying “there will be no peace, it’s too late” show them they’re wrong, be the stubborn teenager that you are or once were and challenge those who try and shut your hopes and voice down.

This generation, the one to get a grip of the future, we are the greatest fear of our governments, we are the hope and the peace they fear, we are the ones they want to brainwash by the media to hypnotize us from seeing what’s truly going on in the world; because they know we are the voice to break their chains of hatred, we are the voice to break their selfishness, we are the voice of unity, we are the voice to change the world. Break the chains that you are tied up to and stop being under control, start being In control...no matter which country you live in, you can make a difference. Look beyond what the mirrors of your eyes reflect onto your brain.

The Beauty of Diversity

This is a fantastic note written by my friend Hiba..And it's an honor for me to open my blog with her work.

"Look around. No one is the same as you. Everyone has his own nose, own smile, and even own fingertips. You’re unique. That’s the beauty of being different. How tedious would the world be if it were a collection of clones walking along the earth? How insanely lame would it be if you didn’t have anyone to argue with because everyone thinks the same? We resent diversity sometimes, but it's that variety of people that makes this life worth living. It’s the struggle to understand others’ differences, drawbacks, and strong points that make it a little more appealing than expected. Take plastic surgery for instance. Everyone does it and everyone wants to, but how dull is it seeing lookalikes with the same hair and same face. It’s no more thrilling the pursuit of a beautiful lady; they are all beautiful. God created us different because that’s how it was intended to be. To be special is to be your own self and to do what YOU choose to do. Difference improves us as humans and helps improve the universe. If you look for yourself in other people, you will never be able to find yourself. Those questions about who you are and who you want to be should be answered only by you. You are nobody but yourself, and that is a realization everyone should be born with"