our lives in an hourglass

Today we are alive
tomorrow we are forgotten
we live by an hourglass
under the veil of full trust
that time is ours and we shall not be dust
that tomorrow is coming just to feed our lust
but the sand is slipping grain by grain
emptying our souls till we are fully drained

long story made short

I take it all into my depth
there's nothing else left to be said
my heart can bear more than I guessed
there is nothing more for me to be felt .

those hazel eyes

I made a promise not to cry
since then my tears are dry
I keep my sadness inside of me
it piles up as much as it can be
I watch in silence
the bloody rays of the wounded sun
I wait in patience
for the starry nights that are yet to come
hazel eyes with locked up tears
eyes didn't cry for too many years

Zoolander

Derek zoolander :

Have you ever wondered if there was more to life, other than being really, really, ridiculously good looking?

Embarrassed

Let's just say that today was one of those days when I really really really wanted to shoot myself with a Mac10 , burn my body and blow the ashes in the air .

He said , She said

Mr Rochester :

Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go away, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.

Jane :

Drop dead , eat your heart out .

He said , She said

He said :

you know that feeling when you look into someone's eyes and the whole world goes silent

passionately she said :

yes

He said :

well , I don't

He said , she said

He said :

I love you

She said :

you should be , I'm loveable

Stop judging people . Give them a break .

Do you even know me ?
I really don't think so .
You pass your judgement ,
like Mr I know it all .

Did you give me time ?
Did you let me expose myself ?
How do you even know
that I'm showing my true self ?

Do I care for your opinion ?
I really don't think so .
your opinion is yours
it has nothing to do with me
at all .

Love means .....

Love is finding a piece of yourself that you didn't even know it was missing .
Love makes you complete without it , you are just a half and when you find out how it is to be a whole , no way you could get back to be a half again .
Love gets you speedy heart beats and butterflies in your stomach .
Love is finding someone to drees up for in the morning .
Love makes you sing all day and never notice that you are continously smilling .
Love means that you can't wipe that smile off your face .
Love gives you a reason to face life .
Love is what keeps you moving on .

Love charm

Take from my hand
the glass you've always desired
drink it drop by drop
till you become my martyr
drown in the sea of your lust
come to me for more
my love is air to you
to your lust I am the shore .

Green trees , red hearts

Green trees , red hearts , black grief , white starts .
blue peace , brown eyes , yellow fear , orange skies .
pink roses , purple charm , silver moon , gray lies .

inspired by

green trees , red hearts by Nat jay

Meet joe black

Multiply it by infinity, and take it to the depth of forever, and you will still have barely a glimpse of what I'm talking about .

a memory imprisoned

A photo in black and white
with many secrets to reveal
capturing time and place together
watching us from a veil
a memory imprisoned in a tiny frame
winning a battle against time
holding on to what was gone
to what we left behind 

The I that's me

I write poems to express the way I feel
I feed on air , it doesn't matter if I had a meal
I walk barefoot and I hate wearing high heels
I am a wooden toy craving to be so real
I am a little afraid of what reality stores for me
I need some help . I just wanna be out of here
so save me please then I will owe you one
I am getting old , can't waste any more time

Time is a killer

Time is a deciever ....... dances in the shades
years and years pass ........ turn into decades
fire to ash .................................... young to old
passion fades ................... love becomes cold
time is a teacher .......... with stories to be told
unfortunately ............................... it kills us all

Spanglish

"You know what you want ?
three and quarter stars . yes, that would be perfect .
it'd mean you are good, but not too good to feel disappointed you just missed out on excellence .
you are right below the radar, where you get to mind your own business .
that's a good solid life . "

John clasky

Revolutionary road

Remember when you were young and you were so passionate about life and you had so many dreams to chase then you grew older , you got married and now you have kids . you miss your passion , you feel like you have not lived the life you wanted, all your dreams are gone. you crave this path that will take you to new opportunity and when you can't find this path , it becomes clear to you that maybe you aren't special , maybe you are just like everyone else . and now you can do one of two things, accept your life as it is or end it.

It's finally over

I'm just talking nonsense

I know how stubid this may sounds but sometimes I wish if i had a really big problem in my life so I can be sad for a real good reason , instead of just being depressed and disappointed for no reason at all. I'm waitting for that great good thing to happen ,that would turn my life upside down and makes me wanna wake up in the morning every day and draws a smile on my face.
I was watching a movie in which a man was asked are you happy ? the man just said "I'm happy enough. I don't give much , I don't expect much , I don't get much, I'm happy with what I get, I'm happy enough ." this answer reminded me with something shakespear once said

Expectations are the source of all heart aches.

Maybe we just have to learn not to expect much then we will just be happy with what we get, maybe .

love story

Chambers of my imagination
are full of pictures of you and me
of what could have been between us
if you weren't what you turned to be
sweet lies you told me
faked dreams you made me see
all are engraved in my heart
hidden under an oak tree
memories about you
sometimes come back to me
but the heart that loved you is dead
a poisonous potion set me free
I've a new heart now
growing
like a flourishing tree .

just another mini poem

Write my name in blood
Breath poison in my face
Engrave my intials on rocks
Build a memorial on my grave

Enchanted

Rubies in my viens , diamond is my heart
brown brows crowning my hazel eyes
daisies in my hair , sand in my fist
sliping out of the hand that is mist
I sip more wine by those warm lips
I touch my hand again to see if it exists
I'm fading away slowly, I retreat to a secret place
hiding from reality to sleep in my cave
I close my eyes , I see a twilight
erasing all the darkness from my outside
wine is gone , I took the last sip
it's already dusk now , no more enchanted trips

I N F P

When I'm alive , I'm dead
When I'm dead , I'm born alive
Earth is my mother , time is my father
Tears are my water , sympathy is my food
Pain completes me , wounds heal me
Imperfect is me , disappointment is my mood

My escape

I wanna hide from you
close my eyes tight so you won't see me through
I won't show up again unless I become new
Washed from all my sins and pain
sparkling like a diamond in blue
I swim in my ocean so I won't reach your shore
I'll always be there
driving you
away from my core

Mini mini poem

I was attending a toxicology class when I wrote this little poem . I find lecture halls are always inspiring : )

The ticking clock has stopped
to alarm those who are asleep
in a glass coffin they were awaiting
for the call that rings so deep

My birthday : )

Today is my birthday that makes me 21 years old . birthdays have always confused me , should I be happy because I was lucky enough to live for another year or should I be sad because I'm getting older and nearer to my end .

Half awake

I went to bed for the second time after I systemized my brain that I'm really gonna sleep this time. right before I close my eyes , it noticed Heath ledger 's photo that I attached it to the wall beside my bed
I stared at him and his eyes blinked . many questions were in my mind now .
Why I hate small talk ? Why I create worlds in my head and live in them more than I do in the real world ? Why I claim that I love philosophy then I hate a question like What is existence ?
at this point I was half asleep , I don't know what happened but I was back again full awake . questions went on , why he smiles when he look that sad ? Why do I have that picture in my room when I'm not a huge fan of him ? Why am I thinking of publishing this on my blog ?

Just a thought

Why we always try to impress those who don't like us ?
why this urgent need to be liked by every one ?

me vs me

I know who me is , I just don't know how to be her. everytime I find a mould to shape myself in it , the mould cracks and I leak out from it.
It's like I'm having too many sides and each one is struggling for survival and all this is killing me one stap a time and I'm bleeding to death

Unrealistic

The word I hate the most. what does it mean ?
an unrealistic person ? he is in real life , that's make him the complete opposite of being unrealistic. unrealistic thinking , well life is about your perception .
unrealistic movie or a picture ? Hello , it's a movie . it doesn't have to be realistic , it's hypothetical . it has nothing to do with reality unless you want it to.it's art , it doesn't have to be real .
Ed wood discovered that along time ago , maybe we should learn from him ...

I'm okay , thanks for asking .

I wish I didn't have to explain because I know that even if I tried , people won't understand. when someone asks me , " why you look so sad ? " or even " how are you ?" , do they really mean it ? I mean , do they really want to know ? or they are just asking out of social manners that obliges them to .
I hate the question

How are you ?

because the expected answer is always the same and those who ask don't really care much if you changed the answer ...

Somewhere

Somewhere only I know , somewhere I can be me .
draw on the sun , dance on the moon .
walk on the sea , climb the trees .
somewhere I can fly , reach for the sky .
somewhere not on a map , covered in black .
hiden from eyes , whitened by tears .

Frankly my dear , I don't give a damn .

Scarlett :

I only know that I love you

Rhett :

well , this is your misfortune