A piece of writing by my sister, A ❤
Days come when the only option
is to surrender and let loose,
let loose and you will find reconciliation.
It crosses your mind
whether the authentic moments were once real
or what is seen in movies.
Time comes when the urge
to see the person you once loved
gets into the nerves,
making minds do things that is unnecessary.
do it but never compromise
on the respect towards your body
and your heart,
after all that is what builds you into you.
Just when you thought time heals every wound,
it does not.
Your thoughts and reactions do.
Time will amaze you
with the walls you unknowingly shatter
that was once built.
Walk by stores and restaurants,
relive the memories when things seemed to be together.
bring back that sensation
and a smile across your face and look at you,
look at how far you have come.
You are now the person
who has control over yourself,
you are a lover,
Moments will pinch you
with whys and what ifs,
embrace it and stand all.
You aren’t the person now
without those memories.
One chilly night, one decent dinner,
Two warm bodies, playing the game of fire
Back and forth cute lively banter
One look, one stare, heated looks
Come and see it if you are curious
Come and feast on it
3 bottles of beers, 2 bowls of salad
You and me, doing our own ballad
Where I fall for you at first sight
I wonder is it the smile, or the look
My heart cried out to the Creator, when those eyes wander down licking me with fiery passion
That deep longing to be together, you and me together
Nothing really matters, when you engulf me in your tender loving arms
But then the night turns hot, as the wind travels north
and so do you
so do you, as you slip through my hands
and go with the wind
go away you go
and go away I don’t, I don’t wanna go
Do you know that LOVE is a relative, not absolute concept? Like beauty, love is in the eye of the beholder…
A romantic at heart AKA the happily-ever-after will reserve only one room in their heart for love. They are team optimistic, yayy fairytales! For them, there’s always light at the end of a dark tunnel.
For them love is a fairytale.
A person incapable of being monogamous AKA the mother Teresa will dissect their heart into smaller pieces and find their missing piece’S’ accordingly. The hallucinating ones most often than not turn into cheaters.
For them love is sharing, but maybe-yes-maybe-no not caring.
A serial dater AKA the single-phobic make it their life mission to go find lover after lover, in their idealistic hunt of the so-called ‘the one’ almost similar to the romantic at heart, but they fall into a never-ending cycle believing there’s always a better someone and avoiding to face their demons. Usually a serial dater is a lost romantic at heart.
For them love is the thrill of novelty.
A manwhore AKA imma-fuck-you-and-yo-mama-too is the Don Juan of this world. They believe that their body is a device of love meaning to be shared with the entire world. They will fuck you, and before you even recuperate from your orgasm, your mother has reached hers.
For them love is lust.
An anti-love AKA Frozen is basically a hurt, most often emotionally abused romantic at heart. Put their hearts on the sleeves, love unconditionally and in return, get hurt, intentionally or unintentionally, by their lover. So they gave up in the end and turned into an ice queen.
For them love is a misery.
A cynic AKA sassy diva is projecting their insecurities of love onto another platform be it a person or an object. You might recognize them from their infamous mouth running off 100 miles a minutes, throwing shades and sarcasm. We all know at least one, don’t we? They’re insecure people, afraid of being rejected. They never mean harm, their mouth is their self-defense. Basic modern human survival 101.
For them love is scary.
“Enjoy it baby.”
One sentence and I was gone
Back to the old days
When I had high hopes of love, great dreams of life
When life was only black and white
Before all the clouds and storms stirred up my existence
I really thought after all this time that I could get over you
I really did
Little did I know
I was hiding my feelings under thick layers of smiles and “I’m okay”
I thought by keep saying “I’m over him” I might really do get over him
Maybe yes physically
But definitely not mentally
He’s still very much lingering in the deep abyss of my heart
A place I didn’t know exist before
Now I opened my eyes, and I’m standing in that place all by myself..
“Hey pretty boy.”
One chat and I was gone
One chat and I was suddenly back to the autumn of 2017
One chat and I reminisced every single touch, every single caress and every single moment spent together
One chat and I could feel the warmth of his cuddles and touches
One chat and I was taken back to that day we were on the beach watching sunset sitting side by side just our soul intertwining together
One chat and I was reminded of that one night he told me he’s not into me
“You’re a very nice guy.”
I guess being nice was not enough
I guess a lot, but I guess a guess is just what it is, right?
A mere guess
And now I’m back again..to guessing.
One night, one dingy brothel
One man, one curly Lebanese
One lone traveler, one sharmuta
Two January, two in the morning
Two souls, two minds
Two loners, two no-brainers
One and two days later
Two and three days later
Together, nothing really matters
Stay together, a Lebanese and a sharmuta
Not meant to be, but just let it be
Three, two, one
Count it backward, do it forward
Have we met before?
I feel like we’ve known each other
Much much longer than one, two, three days
Now we’re trapped
Cannot escape, cannot delay
Not sure who entrapped who
High in anger, low in patience
Two chasing each other
In their tiny, golden cage
Now what to do next?
The curly lebanese, the wavy sharmuta
Trapped in a cage
One in need of the other
Can it be they are completing each other?
Well, who knows
This is a tale of a curly Lebanese and a wavy Sharmuta
You better be ready.
Today I’ve got some news that someone threw up after hearing some bad news. For me, was it a good news or a bad news, I wonder? a good-bad news, maybe? Wow, that is a lot usage of the word news. Nonetheless, hip hip hooray, we got some news!
The little tummy was funny: it got upset by some funny little news. It left me perplexed, but a bit relaxed cuz it’s a sign of trust. Doesn’t make it less funny though, I reckon a good-bad news can be ambiguous and to some degree be called a deluxe indulegence. But hey, don’t blame me, I still it’s helluva funny. Funny little tummy? Yeah, that’s about it.
Now little tummy is no longer upset. Let’s hope and pray there won’t be no more funny, yucky slimey liquid cuz when it comes to that, it’s really no fun and definitely not funny for the tummy. Poor poor tummy 😦 I hope you get well soon, dear tummy 🙂
Now, how many times have I used the words “news”, “funny” and “tummy”? yep yep, 16 times. So 3 words, 16 times repetition. Do you know John 3:16?
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him shall not perish, but have everlasting life. (KJV)”
So after all, funny little tummy is loved by the Lord. Amen to that.