Clanking, banging sounds of a buzzing restaurant. Talking, smiling, actions of the oblivious. We sit side by side, friends to them, more in our world. Clanking, banging, din hard to acknowledge. We sit side by side, with the world's turmoil and pain between us. Here we met, here we ate, here we cried, here we shared, and here we fled realities we have been forced to live. Clanking, banging, noise of the underworld. It is the end, oh, death must be easier to surmount. It has come to this, the beauty we gave birth to. Clanking, banging, clamor that can turn anyone mad; is the soundtrack of the moment that my life collapsed as a carcass.
Shh, listen now, can you hear it
The lullaby of my stifled soul at your smile
Shh, quiet now, can you feel it
The quickening of my heart beats at your sight
It's quiet as death now
No one to disrupt us now
I'll come closer, hope you do the same
I'll edge nearer, hope you're as nervous as I am
Shh, hush now, can you see it
The laughing of my eyes at your touch
Shh, silence now, can you sense it
The havoc of my being at your peck
You Stubborn Little Thing by bRuTal-RomAncE, literature
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You Stubborn Little Thing
I'm not exactly butter sauce
Vanilla icing or chocolate chunks
I can leave a bitter taste in your mouth
Yet you hang on, vigorously you do
I'm not exactly a soothing tune
A gentle lullaby or a love song
I'll leave your head ringing for days
Yet you hang on, stubbornly you do
I'm not exactly a harmonious dream
Of lush greenery and the sea breeze
I might keep you awake most of the nights
Yet you hang on, patiently you do
I'm not exactly a Mona Lisa
A painting of perfection, of excellence
I'll sting your eyes with my reality
Yet you hang on, lovingly you do
Happy Birthday Guantanamo Bay by bRuTal-RomAncE, literature
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Happy Birthday Guantanamo Bay
Have two years passed already?
It feels longer, yet I still remember freedom
Like it was yesterday
Lubna must be eight today
I should have been there walking her to school
On her first day
I wonder if they're all alright
Standing under these same stars
Wondering if I'm alive
My crime is my long beard
My dedication to a Lord
And my loyalty to a holy creed
My sentence is unknown
Undefined, undetermined
My pain and confusion continues to grow
I wonder if they miss me
Think of me on lonely nights
Wonder what have become of me
On the road, an average day
I spot a car ahead, a Pajero
An average choice for the expatriate
On the glass, many stickers stating his status
His flag
His country clubs VIP pass
His residential compound pass
His life for the world to observe
The car next to him, a Nissan Patrol
An average choice for the local
On the glass, many stickers stating his status
His football team symbol
His God's words
His leaders face
His life for the world to observe
I observe my car, flaunting its bareness
Bare of patriotism
Bare of nationalism
Bare of religion
Bare of tradition
Bare of prosperity
Bare of liability
I'm free
Love, passion, adore, synonyms for the most tragic feeling
The most ruthless pastime
The most humble emotion
The most obscene delusion
The abstains from it numbs you in one moment
The obsession of it controls you the next
The shallowness, the depth of it all
How it made mankind wise and manic by it all
It confuses you
It deludes you
Laughs at you
Then beg for you
Love is the cruelest, gentlest of all
First it was the eyes, the repressed hostility
The racing of your heart, you breathe rapidly
This is our battlefield, white crisp sheet
These are our armors, our fervent sweaty bodies
The eyes from the picture frames are our audience
Watching, disapproving
We take positions, muscles taut
Who's going to be in control? Who's going to let go?
I intend to win, the same desire shines from your eyes
I see it in the way you tilt your head and in your scornful smile
You say hoarsely, "We'll see how this will end"
I'll get closer, grab your arm, take your lips
The battle commences
We'll see how this will end
We can still be friends by bRuTal-RomAncE, literature
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We can still be friends
You still kiss me sometimes
But now it's so different
You kiss me softly on the cheek, then you retreat
So easily
You still hold me sometimes
But now it's so different
Your arms are around me, but you're heart doesn't beat
So fiercely
We still go to the movies sometimes
But now it's so different
Your hand doesnt rest on my thigh, and you instead watch the movie
So attentively
We still have sleepovers sometimes
But now it's so different
We remain in our clothes, and you go to sleep
So peacefully
Old age is so cruel
When you catch a glance of yourself
Of a face that looks so peculiar
Of memories collecting dust on a shelf
It pains to see the stiffness of your limbs
The malfunctioning of your bowels
How your skin became a canvas of deep crimps
Of the clinging stink of old age that is so foul
Of the people leaving, of the people disappearing
Of the world changing, never resting
Of youthful dreams slowly fleeting
Of deep hatred for everything that is so bustling
Of children forgetting childhood, leaving it all behind
Of cheerful moments becoming strangely vague
Of old places becoming forgotten, tucked far in your mind
Of
My problem is
That I can never remember how you became
How your importance was manifested in my life
All I remember is a void of a life
Without you
And then one day, you were sitting with me
Under those cherry trees
You remember, the ones that you were worried they might dirty your clothes
My problem is
That I can never get over you
I can never forget the smell of your perfume
Although too strong and too sweet
I can smell it right now
While sitting in this stuffy room
Staring hard at your picture
That I should have destroyed long ago
My problem is
That I should have buried these thoughts
Those feelings, of anger infused lus
I used my soul
And my burning desire
To find the love
That everyone denies
I've seen it there
Smelt it in the air
Felt its presence
And breathed its essence
I've looked up at the sky
My eyes are about to cry
I'm sick of all these lies
These promises of deceive and denial
The demons within
Luring me into this sin
I'm trying to convince
Myself to make a last wish
To be here with you
To spend my last days with you
Even when no one approves
About my love, my lust for you
I love your cold touch
I love your dead eyes
I love your choking embrace
I love your deafening cries
I love your harsh words
I love your cruel lies
I love your foul oaths
I love your malicious reclines
I'm in love with an infernal soul
I'm in love with a demonic lord
That gives me grief and sorrow
That leaves me with great horror
Lost, in a sea of thoughts
In a sea of memories
All the time we lost
All these long lost legacies
Lost, in the whirl of life
Going fast as it can
Howling to the pitch dark night
That covered this land
Lost, in a stream of tears
In a long lasting agony
Trying to face my fears
To forget my melancholy
Lost, in a ray of light
Traveling through the darkness
With the strongest might
Fighting the harshness
Lost, for the last time
For the end of eternity
Alone, with no one in sight
Robed off my mortality
I am your sorrow
I am your agony
I am your sadness
I am your ever lasting melancholy
I am what breaks your heart
I am what makes it bleed
I lurk around you like a black lark
My only pleasure is to hear you shriek
Your screams of pain
Music to my ear
Your shrieks and wails
Fill me with ease
I am the darkness
I am the hollow
Black hole in hell
Were the dead sinners follow
This is no game, it's real
What I always feel
This is no phase, it's real
My yearning, my dream
What I have in my heart
Is no game, it's real
It's the only desire I need
It's the only wish I plea
They think it's wrong
They think it's a disgrace
But all what I wished for
Was your kiss, your embrace
This is no game, it's real
This is no phase, it's real
It's what makes me breathe
It's what makes me pleased
So close to flames
Crying and in despair
My heart full of blame
My eyes full of shame
So full of sorrow
So deep and hollow
My words seem shallow
Lost, with no one to follow
Gonna end all this tonight
Gonna kiss the world good bye
Gonna disappear out of sight
Gonna feel the angels light
Its one of those days by bRuTal-RomAncE, literature
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Its one of those days
It's one of those days,
When everyone seems to ignore you
It's one of those days,
When loved ones turn their back at you
It's one of those days,
When you feel shocked, mortified, and betrayed
It's one of those days,
When you don't know who to blame
It's one of those days,
When no one can see your tears
It's one of those days,
When you can't escape your fears
It's one of those days,
When all you feel is pain
It's one of those days,
That marks your body with bloody stains
It's one of those days,
That made your shattered heart hollow
It's one of those days,
When you were cursed with sorrow
It's one of those days,
When you we
Songs You Sang to Me by bRuTal-RomAncE, literature
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Songs You Sang to Me
Beautiful memories I have
About you and I
When we would stay up all night
Gazing at each other's eyes
Beautiful moments we shared
Discovering our love
Hiding it from everyone around
Because it's a special one
It seemed very hard
It seemed brutal and harsh
How an innocent love between the two of us
Was considered such a shame
We were upset about all the lies
Telling everyone we are just good friends
When the truth we shared something more alive
Deeper in it's meaning, one of a kind
Remember all the nights you sang to me
Songs about passion and fantasies
Songs that made me feel complete
Songs that were full of harmony
Your s
They all think it's a phase
They all think it's a game
They fill me with shame
With blinding anger and rage
No one wants to know more
About my feelings and my woe
About all what happened before
About the truth of my soul
I'm afraid to confess
Thinking they might like me less
I want to get out of this mess
These mixed feelings of hate and tenderness
Trembling through the night
Longing for a better life
To disappear from their sight
To scream my passion with all my might
To tear off my mask
To be able to laugh
To show everyone around
It's not wrong to be glad
Current Residence: Dubai Favourite genre of music: whatever sounds good Favourite photographer: my uncle :) Personal Quote: whatever happens...dont involve me.
you think you know some people...everbody is managing to dissapoint me one way or another. trust is an absurd concept to me right now.
anyways...its Jan 11, or...it was two hours ago. wanted to join a protesting rally against Guantanamo Bay like the rest of the world is doing, but gues what, no such thing in Dubai.
even when i tried to organize it, my so-called accomplices or what they used to be as 'friends' chickened out at the last minute. typical.
ah...the wonders of living in a materialistic world where people's suffering is just another 'breaking news' segment between your favorite shows.
i just needed to chnage my journal, was sick of looking at it, and maybe let some steam out.
i cant seem to write anymore, im getting the wrong impression out of my writing, people read it for a second and assume the worst about me. i wish it was that simple.
i got this freind who is working on publishing a book about young Emarati authors, if i get to be on the pages of that book ill just have a heart attack. although i was published a few times before, this one feels alot more important. i cant say my writing is worth shit, but its a great feeling knowing i wrote something that someone else on this planet can relate to. i cant really expl
You have a great gallery. I shall come visit it thoroughly at another time, I am in a hurry right now. But you've got some good poems. I like your style!