intimidated by the freckles on her face 
reminded by the droplets devided by a funny melting pace 
she hurdles 
she slips 
she recognizes her stripes 
and singles them out as a statement of a no one 
she tires of characters so real 
pushing against the non sleep 
is the tinted shade within the glass
finger tips jaded through the fluffiness of her neglected cloud 
again and again staring back and denying this fight against proud
the intent so loud 
but another day and it scurfs 
blemishes so persistant
his and hers and those and so 
mumbles of a what seemed like an emotional raid
crumbled fled her muse 
dwindling went the episodes 
of the dips of frenzy 
of the shreeks of her sedated by the self inflicted cleansing...

Behind the Freak: lifestyle and perceptions: Passion in Hamra, Beirut

Behind the Freak: lifestyle and perceptions: Passion in Hamra, Beirut: "We all seek passion ironically denying the very root of the word. ‘Passion’ comes from the verb ‘patior’ in Latin, meaning to suffer and en..." to be continued

habit

i had a talk with mr habit today and decided we should have some time apart see how it works for us”"

ways of random dayz

daunted by the sock amongst the two ..conception in plurality had become the inevitable due ...

the shoe shiner by the street 

my head between my feet 

her chipped nails

her distant days

her random fits

her self enduced blitz 

bit by bit she walks it away .. stares into her doll eyes & wonders off with dismay.. 

a wizard of oz in women's land and belle ...

i turn as you do and i am more constant than you ...

he said she was old .. he failed to see her charm...

sTaiRcAsE

cheers for new begginings

the puppeteers on the staircase

the chase in the spacious halls

the smell of soil

a fly alone

a see just one

a feel yet tooo many

a drive urged to stear steady

a longing broken at the sight of the birds flocking

and hers was commiserating

pieces and morsels

aimless at the door step

too proud to admit defeat

too enervated to revolt within her feet

i took a peek into the key hole and all the tinkers were put to sleep..

city paradise

curly robbed my thoughts

aren't we all pieces of what we have or not known at all

the ropes in my head

the words victimized on sheets

diminished the mania of vivid

circled by a nonconformity of feeling

compatibility embraces but the silence

i assume a relentless presence

can dominate my self inflicted intimidation's

you .. here sitting in my bed

you ... here liking what i didnt say..

you ...here and me listening to what you did

you .. here in this bed .. and how you didnt like that mirror above the bed and the pictures on top of the chair

you ..here complaining of not having the mirror to mirror your thoughts

you .. here and that mirror is gone

you .. here and i am gone..

i ... here ... when you were never there ..

me ... waiting no one is ever there... or here ... or me ....

island

today just like any other

i think of the time i lack

and that abundently there

then i think how that same piece of time

works with me and against me

and failed pretences to need something or someone ..

when that same need got me to this

black and white

with shades of peeking colors

that is how i described it

yet i lack the colors within me

that book that lies there untouched

when curiosity was the drive at one time

i became the steering wheel

a broken one that knew only one state

a sense of non direction

a mood often referred to ;a result of un attended emotions

when it actually surfaces .. when you tend to feel not

with a ambivalent attempt to dig and find that sought character forgotten by its beholder

and so i believe

then doziness overwhelms me to wipe away a forsaken mood

and wake me up with a new set of new unattended emotions

me me me ....

called in for a sad day

and i wouldnt know the state at which that day was perceived

a french mind set

in a foreign land to what that stood for

you always speak the words least needed

you speak for the sake of speaking

and carry out all opposing

and you tell me that i supportive of you

and you just like when we were kids trying to prove

that we are not likes

we ..

random i try

understated are your colors

faded are the noises

chosen i come to you waltzing within the chords of sound you wittingly play ...

comprehension gulps

leaving my thoughts at that sticker marking the gate floating realm and erasing every trace of mine

tick tock tick tock and i run behind the thought that fled

red lipstick

vitamins to make sure that connected are my words

letters clumsily stumble into a mistaken feeling

its just these stacked white bags

charcoal within a silent stare

and your just another dress i try to wear ..