S. Muneera

It’s all the same process,
The pain is still the same
If not, more painful

I’ll miss your smile
That, I’ll miss the most
And the chance to know you
Let alone having you

I’ll miss your silky white skin,
Never touched, only looked upon
At a distance
I’ll miss your long black hair,
And again, your smile

I thought I had it,
Self-esteem, confidence
We never said a word to each other
All those only can I imagine

All I have left is heartache,
Frustration of this stupid self
Guts fell all over the floor
My mind thought a thousand worthless
stupid thoughts that ends up
with unforgivable, illogical, stupid time wasting ideas

You leave me with heartache,
frustration of myself
I shall feel it while it lasts.

Like the rest… you will be a past.
Fuck it.

The weeping Imam

As he read the verses, he wept
the unforgiving world,
where people judge your sins,
sins they commit themselves,
and they pride on their hatred,

hypocrisy,
love, no more meaning,
no one understands it,
he wept as love is simple,
made complicated

Lies, in everyday conversation
like vowels in words
He wept as he knew,
no one knew or cared
to the verses he read,
what more, to appreciate it

he felt sad,
as people thought he wept
being touched by the verses
he read.

Yes it came from Allah.
But he wept because of the world,
the people, society
to them God is far,
complications of life,
but He is right in their hearts,
yet they refuse

he wept of rejection,
rejection of the way of God.
Extremism too
and those who believe
to be better than others
very close to God
that they could judge others

He wept as he read the verses
on microphone
not knowing what tomorrow brings
praying, for a better world
praying, that he could do something
for a pure genuine happiness
one similar,
he describes as heaven

life.

I tend to look at good things in life,
but sadly, in life, good things are hard to find.

damn it.

please be gentle on me life!

Mon sentiments les plus sinceres.

J'ay desiré cent fois me transformer, et d'estre.

Un espirit invisible, afin de me cacher.

J'adore mon voisin beaucoup


avec amour
-Alex

past.

Stop.

please.

don't open-up the same old wound.

I'm tired.

And I'm hurt.

But, somehow,

I can't get enough of you. =|

The End

Time keeps slipping by
like sand through an hourglass;
but always I wonder why
life begins and ends so fast.
It is like one minute you are here
the next you are gone,
simply disspeared
like the ending of the dawn.
Darkness seeps in,
takes over the heart;
not one person can win...
it will rip your soul apart.

Err.

Everything that starts,
would eventually comes to an end.

how boring...sheesh