What Hurts Me The Most

This is what hurts the most, to blame me for what I consider as my worst nightmares, to put my country's name next to OUR COMMON enemy. Can't blame you. Can't blame you at all. My past regime made me shout for you in vein, made me sleep and left you in living hell. I wish you understand, it was all a play we had been fooled by. You have got to believe me I am not a participant in this dirty game. I will never wash my problems by your blood, just my leaders are not under my control. My voice, as yours, not heard but I am trying to change it. Not only for me! But for you too! For us together.

The Foolish Lover

Oh, no! Oh, dear!
He loved the wild savage deer


So pure, so sincere
How he couldn't stand her tear

So beautiful, so kind
How her voice is still on his mind

So sad, so unsafe
How she made him, her slave

So painful, much sorrow
Added to his grief in his dark hours

Shocking truth, hard times
To find another reason to survive

So stupid, so foolish
Killed by love & the murder is dronish

Poor victim! He is sinking in regrets
"How can I be the foolish lover?" is what he gets

Tears nor sleepless nights recover
What he had been feeling, even though it was undercover

Oh, no! Oh, dear!
The foolish lover cherished the wild savage deer

Blame

Blame, blame, blaming letters
To anonymous person from anonymous sender
Words, words, filled up with words
And still the writer is trying to use tender swords

He feels hollow or shallow, anyway pain is inside
Like a huge heart beating, less breaths, more sighs
He doesn't want to be the sin-committer in these games
That's why he goes on throwing lies and firing flames
Aching and hurting hearts with his meaningless blames

He stands in front of the mirror which breaks and cracks
Trying to tell him out loud that mercy is the thing he lacks
He shouts "Why is the blame always on me?
When will I stand for my dignity?
When will I stop being a sinner?
When will I be the angelic winner?"

Would he be forgiven after this slaughter?!
After being a blame-and-lies roarer?!
Would the anonymous person answer back,
With his own reasons, with his own facts?
Who would drift tears first?
Who would rebuild this thurst?

She Is A Gay Guy

    I came up with this statement trying to describe somebody. She is a girl who may wear girlish clothes, so no problem with that, but actually most of the time she is in her sneakers and sweatshirt. She talks to guys like she is one of them, she never had a thought that someone would mistaken her as a flirty girl. She likes wrestling, soccer, metal music,... anything which this society relates to man's world. She hates romance and feels bored when soft music is on. They say she is kinda a guy while she will end up marrying a man; so, I thought "she is a gay guy" statement would fit her.
    Actually, I am not judging her. I like her as she is! The thing that when a good friend of yours comes to you and tells you what is said about you behind your back which is the complete opposite of you, when your parent is warning you from this world that it is not judging you according your actions, your words nor your intentions; it is according how the world WANTS TO SEE YOU. That's what had been said to her. So, she found out that "Out of sight, out of mind" motto may work well, but, apparently, she couldn't cause THE SAME PEOPLE WHO ADVISED HER, said: "You have to keep updated with this world outside. Meet people, know information, listen to new thoughts. Being isolated is like a plant was put away from the sun, the result would be death. Isolation is an actual suicidal."
    So, what will she do? She is religious. She knows her limits in treating others whether boys or girls. Isolation is forbidden, mingling with respect and borders is banned. Solution?!
    Finally, she could convince herself with the truth which is "People never stop talking about others." They judge "others" when they have low self-esteem. They admire "others" when those "others" give them attention. In the end, to have peaceful life aim for the following:
1)Seek God's satisfaction.
2)Avoid hurting others.
3)Respect others' opinions even if they sound weird.
4)Correct who is wrong without making it obvious that you are the right one.
5)Be yourself.
6)It is an obligation to face haters in your life, so never change yourself for them, cause they are envious of how amazing you are.

The Wind

Let the wind play with my hair so I can laugh

Let the wind push me so I can walk

Let the wind dry my tears so I can smile

Let the wind drop me so I can feel weak

Push me to weep and cry

Make me feel relieved

Let the wind sing so I can remember

How I struggled long ago and had to be stronger

Let the wind drive my friends to me so they can get me up

I feel always better when they are around having fun

Let the wind fight with the sea so I can enjoy the scene

When I feel the sea shouting at me saying stick to your dream

Let the wind play with a kid's kite

When he laughs and holds the rope tight

Let the wind bring that smell which brings memories

When I look into nothing revising my diaries

When I remember exam's days & trips

When I remember my teachers & friends

When I feel safety specially in the feast

When we thought that the angels were passing by and the smell was their greets

Let the wind's blow mixes with someone's sorrow

Drive them to a beam of light to follow

Let the wind spread rain's drops

Which cleans up all my thoughts

Let the wind bring my taken breath back

Let it heal my broken heart which was attacked

By fake disloyal so-called friends

Let the wind blow till the end

Who We Are, Who They Are

We need to think more about our future and expect the worst to be aware

We need to trust in our power and dream big to accomplish more

They will never let their greedy demands go like that

Because you've just advised them to revise History and look back!

They are all about heartless monsters made of paper

Their sharp edges scratch you but you keep being stronger, braver

Don't call their men, soldiers but they are bloodsuckers

Don't call their women, mothers because they don't know the feeling of losing sons and daughters

Don't call their children, kids because the weapon is their toy

And they are sure that their prey is our courageous boy

Don't call the land where they live, Isreal but it is Palestin

Where they save on its lands, their crimes and bury their sins

Won't we wake up?! Won't we tell the world?!

Won't we talk and say our word?!

Just Words

"Don't act cocky that makes you look ugly

Don't act idustrious that makes you boring

Don't act careless that makes you a fool

Don't act humble that makes you useless

Don't act kind that makes you stupid

Don't act evil that makes you hated

Don't act helpful that makes you a loser

Don't act lonely that makes you sympathetic

Don't act social that makes you easy to gain"

Just who said I am acting

That's who I am

Whatever it makes me a fool, stupid or your safe ground to land

I am not confident at all

I don't even know what I say

Just things jump into my brain and here start a gab

They call me a fool or a joke

But look at how many smiles are here

You try to make me sad, but ha ha here I cheer

You call yourself you are the best of all, but your words never satisfies me

Who you underestimate, their laughter is the world to me

Even for you, they are people you love to ignore

Call their look "hideous" and make fun of it in your cold show

Love hearing their heart breaks from thousands miles

For you, to shut up is hard, it is like "How would I waste my time?!!"

You say we are different and that how life goes

I say we are the same and if we were blood united, you wouldn't have said so!