December 2009
41 posts
“you pierce my soul. i am half agony, half hope. tell me not that i am too late,...”
–
persuasion - jane austen
(via scribble-scribbles)
in the dark i hear voices that scare me
i fear that one day, i shall rest in the darkness
my light is not bright, my prayers are not always constant
i am flawed
i am sinful
i’ve tried to cleanse myself with many things
yet im still full of dark clowds that still hasnt rained
i wonder what shall happen when i do rain
i feel bad, i feel bad i feel baad
lalay:
And then the devil said, “I will not cease to lure your followers towards evil as long as their souls are connected to their bodies.” To that, Allah replied, “And I will not stop forgiving them as long as they seek my forgiveness.”
يا ليت شعري كان ذو جودةً
يا ليت شعري كان ذو جودةً
لكنت سهرت الليالي و انا أنحتُ الكلمات عالورق
اّسفةٌ جداّ .. فكيف أعبر عما بداخلي سوى بدموعاً لا جدوى بها
محدودة الكلام أنا .. أتوق لكي أطلق عنان قلمي ..
فبؤساً لكي يا نور .. انكِ لا تجدين الكتابه ..
شاعرة أنا .. لا تحرمني هذا الحق ..
أمرأةٌ أنا .. مرهفة الاحساسِ .. مزاجية القرارتِ
لا تقسو على قلباً دوماً يحاول كسب ما ليس لديه ..
هل أتطلب المستحيل؟ .. لا لا .. أنت...
لا أبالي.., وإنْ أُريقتْ دِمائي فَدِمَاءُ...
يا صميمَ الحياة ! كم أنا في الدُّنيا غَريبٌ أشقى بغُرْبَة ِ نفسي
بين قومٍ، لا يفهمونَ أناشيدَ فؤادي، ولا معاني بؤسي
- أبو القاسم الشابي
“Kisses, even to the air, are beautiful.”
– Drew Barrymore (via kissez)
i need a cigarette
(via lalay)
delamo shekondi
“everybody’s at war with different things… i’m at war with my own heart sometimes”
–
tupac shakur
(via scribble-scribbles)
bi tu delam dareh mimira
scribble-scribbles:
gloomy sunday billie holiday
gloomy sunday dreaming, i was only dreaming i wake and i find you asleep in the deep of my heart, here, darling, i hope that my dream never haunted you
“it makes me sad, every single day, lost in this urban decay where the important...”
– (via scribble-scribbles)
its so hard here without you
no one cares like you did
i dont know if i was wise
all i know
that i am no more
its so shattered inside that the cut edges are cutting me ..
faqat tu faqat tu medooni chejoor mano be khodam berasooni
November 2009
229 posts
what
why
really
huh..
so many things i want to express yet nothing is coming out
i dont want to say the wrong words to express something deep within me
all i want to do is to swear and hit and then .. dunno..
pfff really pff
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.