tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21169965313316024712011-08-05T14:00:02.688-07:00Strictly Personal; fekraye asemooniNoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-21839785993284170922008-03-14T02:08:00.000-07:002008-12-09T20:59:59.933-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9B54-B2gcrU/R9pDo4xqq4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/zeN9MWt2XvE/s1600-h/n629180636_1731082_17.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177525091330337666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9B54-B2gcrU/R9pDo4xqq4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/zeN9MWt2XvE/s320/n629180636_1731082_17.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9B54-B2gcrU/R9pDWYxqq3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMjykp8YWOk/s1600-h/n629180636_1731082_17.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">بين أساطير الحب الشهيرة<br />و بين قصص الحب المتهردمه<br />و جدتك<br />و كأنك كنت معي طول هذه السنين<br />و لكن كل ما كنت أريد أن أضمك<br />تبعدني عنك المسافات<br />و الجدران التي لا تنكسر<br />و التي لا تعذر دموعي التي أهديها إليك<br />و لكن تعلمت أن مع البعد<br />قلبي أصبح متعلق بك أكثر<br />و لأن و أنت جانبي رغم بعد المسافات<br />اشعر بأنك قطعه مني و من دونك<br />اشعر كان العالم لن يكون نفسه<br />أصبحت يا عزيزي الماضي و الحاضر<br />كلما اجمع قطع من الكلمات<br />أجدها تربط نفسها تلقائيا<br />فهي ترسمك على ورقتي<br />استطيع أن أرى عينيك<br />و جمال ملامح وجهك<br />و كأن أذني تستطيع أن تسمع صوتك<br />هل هذا جنون؟<br />نعم هو جنون العشاق<br />أنا بكل فخر و عزه<br />اسمي نفسي<br /><em>مجنونتك</em></span></span></strong> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-2183978599328417092?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-84342173278843970122007-11-01T04:23:00.000-07:002007-11-01T04:24:07.014-07:00<div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">لدي أمنيات كم أتمنى أنها تتحقق<br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">كلام أريد أن أبوحه<br />خاطرات أريد أن اكتبها<br />و لكن من هناك لكي يستمع إلى فتاة مثلي<br />أعيش في ظلمات أفكاري<br />أبني قصور و أهدمها في داخلي<br />أكتب الكلام على ورق خيالي<br />كم ليله بقيت أتحلم بك<br />و أنا أتذكر عذوبة صوتك<br />و كلامك المعسول<br />بين هذه اللحظات الساكنة<br />في هذا العالم الأسود<br />أنا مجرد شمعه صغيره<br />حبري جف<br />أوراقي احترقت<br />خفقان قلبي سوف يتلاشى<br />أريد أن أكون ذكرى طيبه<br />هل سوف تنسى الكلام؟<br />أحملني في قلبي .. بين نبضات قلبك<br />أحفظني في أفكارك<br />و لا تنسى<br />إني مازلت أحبك</span></span></strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-8434217327884397012?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-91326623730330001322007-11-01T04:22:00.000-07:002007-11-01T04:23:16.948-07:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">أعزف على أوتار قلبي<br />لا تتركني في صمت<br />أريد أن أسمع صوتك<br />و هو يهمس في أذني<br />دعني أسمع دقات قلبي<br />تهتف<br />تصرخ<br />أريد أن أكتب حتى أتعب<br />أريد أن أقرأ كلامك في أوراقي<br />لا تجعلني أشعر كالورقة البيضاء الخالية<br />كن الحبر الذي يكتب خواطري<br />لا تتركني أحلم<br />كن الواقع الجميل<br />كن جناح حريتي<br />لا تكون دموعي المتساقطة<br />مكانك في قلبي<br />و ليس على خدي<br />أنا و أنت<br />أنا الورقة المتلهفة<br />أنت الحبر المخلص<br />أنا و أنت<br />نكون الجسد و الروح</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-9132662373033000132?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-71614736096186142352007-11-01T04:21:00.000-07:002007-11-01T04:22:19.798-07:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">أبتسم<br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">لا تبكي<br />لا فائدة من سيلان دموعك<br />فهي تجرح خدك أنت وحدك<br />لا تخجل ببوح مشاعرك<br />فقد تلاقي حب حياتك<br />لا تيأس من الحياة<br />فأنت وحدك سوف تعيش في ظلام اليأس<br />لا تبتعد عن الناس<br />فأنت من سوف يعاني من الوحدة<br />لا تبني جدارا حولك<br />لأنك سوف تندم على بعد الناس عنك<br />لا تكره الحياة<br />عش حياتك بحب<br />أبتسم في وجوه الناس<br />لا تحزن<br />لن تعيش وحيدا<br />سوف تلاقي من يحبك<br />أنتظر لا تتسرع<br />لا تندم على الماضي<br />فهي التي صنعت شخصيتك<br />لا تترد<br />كن نفسك<br />لا تحبس أنفاسك<br />أنت لست وحدك<br />لديك أنا<br />سوف أحبك تحت المطر و الشمس<br />لا تقلق الحياة ليست صعبه<br />سوف أجمل الحياة في عينيك<br />أغمض عينيك و أجلس قربي<br />سوف أهمس أرق الكلمات في أذنك<br />سوف أكون ألحانك و كلامك<br />يمكنك أن تبني قصورك في أرضي<br />سوف أسمعك مهما تحكي<br />لا تتساءل<br />فكثره الأسئلة لن تفيدك<br />أغمض عينيك<br />سوف تلاقي أجوبتك<br />سوف أكون ملهمتك<br />شاعرتك<br />و حب حياتك</span></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-7161473609618614235?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-78398511798075281652007-11-01T04:18:00.000-07:002007-11-01T04:21:10.898-07:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">ماذا يجلب الحب<br />السعادة أم الحزن؟<br />هل أنت مغرم؟<br />هل تتنفس و الحب قابض قلبك<br />هل تستيقظ و يكون أول شخص تتذكره هو<br />هل تكتب<br />و تروي<br />و لكن لازلت عطشان<br />تنتظر أن هذا الشخص<br />لكي يروي عطشك<br />لكي يمحي الانتظار<br />هل أنت أحد الأشخاص الذي لا يستحمل البعد<br />من يفكر و لا يفعل شيئا غير التفكير<br />هل تعلم أن السعادة هي و أنت بين أحضان ذلك الشخص<br />و أن لا شيء يفيد غير نظره أو كلمه<br />من هذا الشخص<br />هل أنت مجنون<br />و مزاجي<br />و لا تستحمل رؤية<br />و أن تسمع<br />فمجرد تذكر ذلك الشخص<br />يهم قلبك اشتياقا<br />هل أنت أحد الأشخاص<br />الذي يقطع قلبه<br />و يمزق أوراقه<br />لمجرد أن تكون في حاله<br />عذاب<br />لبعد المحبوب<br />هل يلهمك؟<br />هل يعتني بك؟<br />هل هو محور حياتك؟<br />ربما أنت لا تحب بهذه الطريقة<br />و لكن أنا<br />أحب بكل جوارحي</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-7839851179807528165?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-45002503422739543892007-05-26T02:09:00.001-07:002007-09-13T06:36:37.911-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">He took my hand and said<br />"Let's dance"<br />I smiled<br />"But I don't know how"<br />He smiled and led me to the center of the room and said<br />"It doesn't matter"<br /><br />He was silent and didn't speak<br />I could feel him dozing off<br />So I looked up and kissed him<br />He had a surprised look on his face<br />"Do you want to do this?" he asked<br />I nodded<br />He led me to his bedroom<br /><br />In there he started to kiss me<br />And his kisses became more devouring<br />Every touch made me shiver<br />Every kiss made me want him more<br /><br />Suddenly I felt him go away<br />I opened my closed eyes and said<br />"It's her, isn't it?"<br />He didn't say anything just walked out the room<br />I forced myself not to cry<br />I followed him and saw him holding my coat<br />"I'm sorry" he said.<br />I took my coat and walked out<br /><br />Once I was outside I stood and let the tears fall<br />How foolish of me<br />I sat down on the little stairs and tried to stop crying<br /><br />All the sudden I saw someone in front of me<br />When I looked up<br />It was her<br />She smiled and said<br />"He's mine, I told you this before!" </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">I didn't say anything and just walked away…</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-4500250342273954389?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-91630653333029529312007-05-26T02:06:00.000-07:002007-05-26T02:07:35.698-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;">The sun was rising.<br />Everything was so very calm.<br />Birds were chirping outside.<br />This was his moment.<br />He let the brush down.<br />And smiled when the sun hit his unfinished work, the people in the portrait seemed to be dancing around.<br />He took his cold cup of coffee.<br />Poured it out, and poured in hot, steaming coffee.<br />He then opened the window.<br />The soft morning breeze made him feel good.<br />He sipped his coffee.<br />Then he took his camera from the table nearby.<br />He took a couple of shots of the sun as it rose.<br />Then, he heard a car parking down near his building.<br />Looking down, he saw that the milk man was here.<br />He smiled.<br />He returned to his unfinished work.<br />It still didn't have any main colors to make it beautiful.<br />But to him, it was a masterpiece.<br />He raised his brush.<br />He added some red paint to the woman's dress in the corner of the portrait.<br />He smiled.<br /> He then added some black to the man's tuxedo, who was standing in the other end of the portrait, the man who looked at the woman who was now, wearing red.<br />He colored some of the dancing couples.<br />In his mind, they were dancing to Frank Sinatra, "The way you look tonight"<br />He hummed.<br />He colored the hair of the woman in the red dress black.<br />Added some pink to her cheeks, to show that she was slightly blushing.<br /></span>And gave the man some look in his eyes that showed that he was interested.<br />In his mind he imagined them later dancing.<br />Imagined them talking.<br />Imagined them dancing in their own rhythm.<br />The Rhythm of love untamed.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-9163065333302952931?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-73291783510949702762007-05-18T04:18:00.000-07:002007-05-18T04:20:18.296-07:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">ذكراك ما زلت موجوده<br />و بين الخفوق مدفونه<br />و حبك يسري في عروقي<br />ما احلى الحب و انت بين ضلوعي<br />كيف اتحمل<br />و انا لشوفه عيونه متنهده<br /><br />يا ويلي من هذا الحب<br />الي يقطع القلب ألف قطعه<br />و يرميه في بحر من الهيام الأزلي<br />الي ما كو منه رجوع<br /><br />السلام عليك يا من انا اشتريه لو باعني<br />احبك و هذه الكلمه اصدق مشاعري<br /><br />و انا الان اعيد ما قلت<br /><br />ذكراك ما زالت موجوده<br />و بين الخفوق<br />مدفونه</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-7329178351094970276?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-23167968603143278312007-05-18T03:53:00.000-07:002007-05-18T03:55:09.987-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff66;"><br /><br />Leave me to my pain<br />I don’t need your sympathy<br />Don't touch me<br />You lied to me<br />And left me to my pain<br />Your back now<br />What the hell do you want?<br />I don’t need your warm hugs<br />Or<br />Your tender kisses<br />Leave me to my pain<br />I don't need your sympathy</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-2316796860314327831?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-34122348535818959742007-05-18T03:45:00.000-07:002007-05-18T03:46:21.594-07:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;">Don't look another way<br />Look in my direction<br />Listen to my rapid breaths<br />As I run after you<br />Stop!<br />And listen to me when I talk<br />For I have some sensible words<br /><br />Come closer<br />Smell the fragrance of me skin<br />Kiss me lightly on the cheek<br />Don’t mistake me for a whore<br />I have a lot of treasures to give<br /><br />Come<br />Don’t you see?<br />I've got tears in my eyes<br />Don't walk away<br />Wait<br />Let me catch me breath<br /><br />I'm tired and need some comforting words<br />Can you let your defenses down?<br /><br />I need some love tonight<br />Are you willing to be the one?<br /><br />Don't look another way<br /><br />Look in my direction<br /><br />I need your attention</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-3412234853581895974?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-55202747267721059322007-05-18T03:33:00.000-07:002007-05-18T03:34:19.577-07:00<span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"> wonder sometimes why do I exist, is that because I'm meant to do something? I never figured out the reason I breathe or sleep or eat. Through out all the times that I spend in my room, typing on my computer and my coffee cooling next to me, I write my poems that somehow can explain the chaos inside of me. I have friends that exist only in my head, friends that know every dark thought, and they ask me sometimes, why do you write? I just shrug, for back then I didn't know why I write. But now I know why I write, something inside me urges me to write, so I can somehow by some force I can explain to the world my chaos, simply so I can make new friends. My friends, my thought friends; that's what I call them, they seem to surround me, think with me, create and submit words in my head and I simply just write them down on paper. I'm just a girl with dreams, such dreams that is locked inside of me and me being very frantic looking around for my key, my lost key. My heart beats faster when I feel that I'm somehow going to find the key to my freedom, but then all the sudden my hopes come crashing down on me. I feel broken and I need to be fixed, I feel like an old toy, used and finished with, totally abandoned and unwanted. I wish I can fix myself, but that's impossible. I look around and I see girls in love, with charming men who rule their lives. It angers me; do I really need a man to fulfill my dreams, to be normal? What kind of barbaric society do we live in? Societies were a woman is not a woman without a man that leads her life. I despise and spit in the face of such people who think so, I despise woman who think that their lives are nothing without a man who leads it. Oh love, what a great feeling, I don't object to love, oh yes I yearn for love. I want to feel it flow with my blood, to let it cast its blissful spell over me. oh yes my body desires a man who can hold it and love it the right way, yes oh yes, I do want that. I want a man who writes me words, words my ears have never heard of before, I want a man who kisses my forehead and touches my hair I want a man who teaches me all the wonders of the world, I want a man who loves me for just being me I want a man who takes my pictures and hangs it on his walls, I want a man who believes in my potential, I want a man who sees the beauty inside of me, I want a man who would never cheat. I want a man, simply a gentleman who thinks that we are equal. Does such man exist for me? Does such man want a woman like me? My heart calls out for him, my heart screams for him. I want him to know that I'm pure like gold, waiting for him…So if you're out there my love and you just read my words, answer me…for I desire to hear your voice and read your words.<br /><br />Tell me my friends…<br /><br />Does such man exist for a girl like me?</span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-5520274726772105932?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-37517203038288650682007-05-13T10:40:00.001-07:002007-05-13T10:40:54.074-07:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">Sitting under that willow tree<br />With tears running down her pale skin<br />Was the little girl<br />The Girl with golden chains<br />As she sat in the shadows<br />Between the bushes and flowers<br />Looking at the butterflies<br />As they flew in the sky<br />She wished silently<br />Wished she could fly<br />To reach the sky<br />Because she knew<br />That nothing gold can stay<br /><br />With her golden eyes<br />She dreamed of things<br />That can cause her fatal end<br />She wished for things that were unreachable<br />She didn't want fame<br />She didn’t want love<br />She didn’t want a lot<br />The only thing that little girl wanted was to<br />Not be forgotten<br />Through all the happy times<br />She wanted to belong to the crowd<br />Hoping they would see her without her scars<br />Without her bleeding cuts<br />Wanting to be remembered through all the times<br />To be known as the girl<br />The girl with the golden chains round her wrist…</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-3751720303828865068?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-77818934008198297352007-05-12T08:51:00.000-07:002007-05-12T08:54:44.823-07:00<a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/m38956202.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/m38956202.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">When the time comes for us to part<br />I shall cry you many tears<br />Even though these words are a pain to me<br />They have to be said<br /><br />I hope sometime<br />You may forgive me<br />For it was not my intention to hurt you<br />I love you<br />Believe this fact<br />This is no fault of yours<br />These are my shortcomings and faults<br />I love you<br />And I because I love you<br />I shall leave<br />Don't cry<br />Smile for me<br />For your life with me<br />Should end sometime<br /><br />Forgive me<br />It was never my intention to hurt you</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-7781893400819829735?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-75723983845629242102007-05-12T08:46:00.000-07:002007-05-12T08:51:07.216-07:00<a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/million75dm1rl.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/million75dm1rl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/million75dm1rl.jpg"></a><div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">لو لفظت أسم الحسين<br />أو رويت للناس عن مأساة الحسين<br />لن تروي أبدا عطش الظلم و الجور الذي لقاه أهل البيت<br />لن تعرف أن توصل معنى دموع أطفال الحسين<br />أو مقدار الدم الذي سكب من الحسين و أصحاب الحسين<br />لو بكيت الدموع كلها<br />لن تروي عطش شهيد كربلاء<br />لن تعرف معنى الألم و الحرمان<br />و تقول لي من هو الحسين ؟<br />ويلٌ لكل من لا يعرف الحسين<br />ألا تعرف من نحن ؟<br />نحن شيعة أهل بيت رسول الله<br />نحن نحمل أسم الحسين فوق رؤوسنا<br />نضرب الأيدي على الصدور بكل قوة<br />لنعبر عن المشاعر الملتهبة التي لا تخرج حتى مع الدموع السائلة<br />فداك يا حسين عمري<br />يا أبــــا عبد الله<br />يا مظـــلوم كربــلاء<br />ذكراك حيه بين كل مأتمٍ و عزاء<br />كل مره يهتف أسمك<br />نتذكر مرارة الظلم عليك و أهل بيتك<br /><br />اللهم صلى على محمد و آل محمد<br />و ليتني كنت معك يا حسين و يا ليتني فديتك عمري<br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">لكنت الآن مع الفائزين</span></span></strong></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-7572398384562924210?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-66478461234935618512007-05-12T08:25:00.000-07:002007-05-12T08:36:35.046-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">I can barely survive<br />The operation was not a success<br /><br />My life is being robbed from me<br />This was not destined to happen<br /><br />People are being killed every day<br />We are all blindfolded from the truth<br /><br />We are victims in the ordeal<br />Money is the new weapon of this age</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-6647846123493561851?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-34066745293217523232007-05-12T08:10:00.000-07:002007-05-12T08:22:27.899-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/The_ways_of_love_by_Pavlova.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/The_ways_of_love_by_Pavlova.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">He told me to write him a poem<br />To dedicate it to him<br />But here I am<br />Trying to find the right words<br />But my mind seems empty<br />My once emotional thoughts<br />Seems so bleak and plain<br />I wish I can write to him<br />To tell him that I love him<br />But do I love him?<br /><br />We share everything together<br />He makes me my coffee the way I love it<br />He reads me books while I doze off<br />And sometimes he washes my hair for me<br />Even sometimes he massages my back<br />He gives me tissues when I cry<br />Hugs me when I feel down<br /><br /><br />Do I love him?<br /><br />He always stood next to me<br />Always gave me his shoulder to lean on<br />Seemed to enjoy the effect he had on me<br />The way he teases me<br />The way he calls me names<br />The way he makes me smile when I want to cry<br /><br />I love it that he's there<br />To help me pass my days<br />Lifting me up to higher expectations<br />Letting me be more than just an emotional poet<br /><br />He urges me to write novels<br />He urges me to dream<br /><br /><br />Do I love him?<br /><br />They ask me about him<br />What does he do?<br />But does that matter<br />I really don't care<br />For I have him not his work or status<br />I don't want his money only his time<br /><br />He's true to me<br />While others weren't<br />He chose to be with me<br />While other chose to leave<br />He never seems to complain<br />While others did<br /><br />Do I love him?<br />It seems that I do…</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-3406674529321752323?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-52561962365415008332007-05-12T04:50:00.000-07:002007-05-12T05:58:44.293-07:00<a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/Love_Is_Blind_by_larafairie.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/Love_Is_Blind_by_larafairie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">I apologize if I took your time<br />I apologize if you think of me as pathetic<br />I apologize if you think that I'm trapping you<br />But I have to ask you these following questions so I can at last be at peace<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Did you ever love me?<br />Where you acting when you kissed me?<br />Were you lying when you called me "your woman"?<br />Do you think of me as a shallow girl?<br />Do I disgust you so much?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />He looks at me with eyes that express no thoughts<br />All the sudden the eyes that I though I could read so clearly are a mystery to me now<br />He then holds my hand and brings it to his lips and softly and gently he kisses it<br />And then says<br /><br /><br /><br />Did I ever love you? Oh yes I did, and still do<br />Was I acting when I kissed you? Never<br />Was I acting when I called you my woman? No, for you are my woman<br />Do I think of you as a shallow girl? No my darling, I think of you so high, never as shallow<br />Do you disgust me? Dear God no, you only excite me<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I look at his more closely and I see something<br />He grabs my back and pushed me closer until I felt his warm breath on my cheek<br />I then saw the mixture of his eyes…how oceanic do they look!<br />He smiled and said softly, I love you, and then he kisses me<br /><br />A kiss that was hard and devouring and soft and gentle at that same time.<br />When we parted he kissed my forehead and said, marry me.<br />I took a step back and said, why? He smiled and said, because I can't live without you. I wasn't convinced. Why do you love? He looked at me for a moment and then said-<br /><br /><br /><br />I love you because you brighten my life with your gorgeous smile<br />I love you because you're the only person who ever understood me<br />I love you because you drive me crazy<br />I love you because you’re the loveliest creature on earth<br />I love you because you always make me feel good about myself<br />I love you because you bring out the best of me<br />I love you because when I'm with I'm a better man<br />I love you because my heart could never love another<br />I love you because you never seem to stop smiling<br />I love you because I respect you<br />I love you because I know you will forever be faithful to me<br />I love you because it feels good to love you and only you…</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-5256196236541500833?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-23612039584616918462007-05-12T04:45:00.000-07:002007-05-12T04:49:03.201-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/Blood_Stained_Words_by_AndyASYLUM.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/Blood_Stained_Words_by_AndyASYLUM.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;">I want you<br />I want to spend my moments with you<br />Even though they may cause me pain<br />I bless these moments<br />I want you to dance with me<br />To swirl me around the room<br />Make me feel the seconds that pass<br />I want you to forget the old words<br />And write me a new book<br />With you and me as the only characters<br />Open you eyes and look around<br />I love you, and forever I will<br />Between these moments I saw the real you<br />The person I loved<br />Swirl me round the room<br />Until I loose my senses<br />I want you to hold me tight<br />And tell me I'm yours<br />For after all these years, you still seem to be an Enigma to me…!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-2361203958461691846?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-71848114419813797192007-05-12T04:36:00.000-07:002007-05-12T04:45:04.936-07:00<a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/I_love_you_by_Marinshe.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/I_love_you_by_Marinshe.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Dooset</span><span style="color:#ff0000;"> Daram</span></strong></span> </span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-7184811441981379719?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-23640141677063325772007-05-12T04:24:00.000-07:002007-05-12T04:33:49.065-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/departure_by_endah.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/departure_by_endah.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Thinking that your words would mend my heart<br />Or return the smile which you took away<br />You tarnished fool<br />Thoughts of you are repugnance<br />Days that were spent with you…what a waste!<br />Memories that remind me of you…<br />I hope to forget<br />Wasted my days with you<br />Thought you could change<br />Thought you loved me…<br />But it turns out I'm the fool<br />To think you could be something your not<br />Living day by day hoping you changed<br />Weeping for my misfortune<br />Of meeting a fraud like you<br />Thought you can get me so easy<br />But I knew better<br />You mistook me for another person<br />You mistook me for a girl who will surrender to you<br />To surrender to your charm and false sweet words<br />Crying for a mistake like you is a waste of time<br />I would move forward and leave you behind me<br />In the shadows you would be left one day<br />So play as you can<br />One day you would be left all alone<br />Thank god you are leaving now<br />So I can live my life<br />And be the person that I was before I met you<br />Now you just leave…</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-2364014167706332577?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-58837843450115510552007-05-12T03:29:00.000-07:002007-05-12T03:34:12.926-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/LOVE__by_xTwistofFatex.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/LOVE__by_xTwistofFatex.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">وقتی میگم دلم برات تنگ<span style="color:#ffffff;"> <em>نمیشه نمیشه نمیشه</em></span> یعنی برو یعنی <em>دوست<span style="color:#ffffff;"> ندارم دوست ندارم</span></em></span></span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-5883784345011551055?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-2046240347664192162007-05-12T01:49:00.000-07:002007-05-12T02:02:09.582-07:00<a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/Your_secret_is_out_by_chocolate_she.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/Your_secret_is_out_by_chocolate_she.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Walking<br />Silently<br />Just Thinking<br />Wondering<br />Breathing<br />Cold<br />Shivering<br />Lonely<br />Rubbing hands together<br />Looking around<br />No one is seen<br />I<br />Walk<br />Alone<br />Empty road<br />No cars<br />No people<br />Not even stray cats<br />Only<br />Cold breezes<br />Wearing<br />My<br />Nightgown<br />My jacket<br />Loose<br />My eyes<br />Smudged with mascara<br />Lipstick<br />Removed<br />Slightly red lips<br />Tears<br />Everywhere<br />Cold<br />Shivering<br />Fresh tears<br />Broken heart<br />Can't<br />Be fixed<br />Pale<br />Cold<br />Flesh<br />Hugging myself<br />Looking<br />Frantically<br />For<br />A<br />Shelter<br />Hopeless<br />Nothing found<br />Starting to run<br />Snow<br />Cold<br />Shivering<br />Breath caught<br />I fall<br />I hurt myself<br />I lay there<br />Trying<br />To breath<br />Properly<br />Lips<br />Slightly parting<br />Death<br />Close<br />It<br />Could smell<br />My<br />Fear<br />Alone<br />No one<br />To rescue<br />Me<br />Slowly<br />Parting<br />Suddenly<br />I'm<br />GONE</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-204624034766419216?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-30838285248672758952007-05-12T01:42:00.000-07:002007-05-12T01:49:17.687-07:00<a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/Lover_Alone_Without_Love_by_roseont.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/Lover_Alone_Without_Love_by_roseont.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Once upon a time I lived<br />But what happened to me now?<br />I am no longer myself<br />I wonder why…<br />I seek new words to describe my morbid self<br />I seek new remedies to heal old wounds<br />I seek new words to submit on these white sheets of clean paper<br />But mostly<br />It's my heart that seeks<br />But I never seem to find the one thing I want<br />You!<br />I can't seem to find you<br />For at least feel the love that was once shared<br />I am looking for you between the pages of my life<br />Wishing to understand why you shut me out<br />Why am I alone now?<br />Why am I writing this?<br />I miss you so much<br />But I have to back away<br />So you can know what I really mean to you<br />The real question is<br />Can you see your days without me?<br />Can you live without me?<br />Am I the only one that you think of…?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-3083828524867275895?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-12409683099676137602007-05-12T01:30:00.000-07:002007-05-12T01:41:52.893-07:00<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/silence_by_donjuki.jpg" border="0" /><br /><a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/silence_by_donjuki.jpg"></a><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;">In the silence of the night<br />I call out<br />Between the hushed voices<br />I raise my tone<br />In a dark world<br />I am a burning torch<br />Amidst hiding people<br />I establish my being</span></strong><br /></div></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-1240968309967613760?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-36746265641135318162007-05-12T01:20:00.000-07:002007-05-12T01:29:49.479-07:00<a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/7246500_0bfcc61b46_m.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/7246500_0bfcc61b46_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/7246500_0bfcc61b46_m.jpg"></a><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">He touches my soul with his words<br />Dares me to love him<br />And then leaves me in my endless grieve<br /><br />He tells me tales of wonder<br />And takes me to places<br />Letting my imagination go far away<br />He holds my hand<br />And seems so true<br />And all the sudden he disappears<br /><br />And I sink in my grieve<br /><br />He makes me feel naïve<br /><br />And like an inexperienced little girl<br /><br />He gives me red roses<br />And cards with poems inside<br /><br />I start to fall for his charm<br />And think maybe it will not be the same<br /><br />But deep down I know </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">He shall leave again</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-3674626564113531816?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-81691319230659297042007-05-11T13:32:00.000-07:002007-05-11T13:36:28.320-07:00<a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/bAbE1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/bAbE1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;">He took my hand and kissed it<br />Told me that he would never leave until I knew him more<br />A gentleman like him I never met before<br />His eyes were filled with passion and a promise<br />A promise that he shall now never leave my side, at least that is what my eyes wanted to read<br />I smiled when he said his first joke and tried to think of something sensible<br />But with him, I can't find the reason and wisdom that was once inside me<br />I act like silly girl, and laugh at whatever he says<br />After a spending a night with him, dancing and talking without limit<br />I find that he has so many qualities that I like<br />At night when I'm all alone in my bed<br />My thoughts drift to him and they never leave me<br />When I dream, I dream of him and me<br />Us, together, never leaving each other's side<br />Such dreams I never had before<br />Somehow, I feel like I know him for years<br />I ache for him, so much, that it burns my soul that maybe I can't have him<br />At most silly times, I weep and mumble silly thoughts of mine<br />At most time I mutter that he doesn't deserve me<br />For he's such a great man, and damn me, he deserves so much better<br />I cry at night for my lack of beauty and grace that he should find in me<br />But my soul craves to spend the rest of my life taking good care of him<br />To make him happy and to think for just a moment that he chose me and that he's glad that he did<br />I watch him at parties, the way the other ladies look at him<br />At how beautiful girls smile those white smiles<br />It sends shiver through my spine, to think that I lack what they have<br />Oh dear god, how I wish I had a face different from the one I have<br />But somehow, he's sweet to me<br />In his eyes I could read words that his lips don't speak of<br />Oh how I wish he does speak them<br />My love for him knows no limit<br />But then, I know with great sorrow that he's not mine<br />He's for some other beautiful girl, a girl with grace<br />A girl that would fit perfectly on his side<br />For he's such a beautiful man<br />If only I can find beauty in my damned face<br />If only I could let him see how my heart desires him<br />If only he knows how I love him…</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-8169131923065929704?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-59750725669533787092007-05-11T13:27:00.000-07:002007-05-11T13:32:09.501-07:00<a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/21116c-1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/21116c-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">الحب<br />كلمه يمكنها ان ترديك او تسعدك<br />ما هي الى كلمه<br />ترمز عن مشاعر لا يوصفها الا شعراء هذا الزمن<br />كلمه رددها العشاق طوال الاوقات<br />كم هو جميل ان تحب شخصا يحبك<br />تعطيه و يعطيك<br />يمسح دموعك التي لا جدوى منها<br />فهيا لا تمحي ايامك الكئيبه<br />او ذكرياتك الشئيمه<br />كم جميل هو الحب<br />ان يكون لك شخص<br />يسمعك و يحبك و يرعاك<br />ان يحفظك من الاشرار<br />ان يكون المرأ عاشق<br />اشبه ان يكون في غيبوبه<br />فأنه لا يكون له اتصال مع الارض<br />فالحب يخذه الى ذلك المكان<br />الذي يكون فيه الورود ذات الرائحه الطيبه<br />و البحر الواسع و النسور تطير من فوقه<br />الحب<br />ما هي الى كلمه<br />ترمز الى اعمق المعاني المرهفه<br /><br />كم عاشقا ينادي حبيبه في الليل<br />ينطق اسمه و هو في امس الحاجه اليه<br />ان يشعر بذراع حبيبه حوله<br />لكي يشعر حرارة جسمه<br />و هي تهدئ من روعة<br /><br />كم ليله و انا انــــــــــــادي<br />اشتاق الى سماع نبرة صوته<br />التي توقظ احساسي<br />كم اتمنى ان يكون معي<br />و ان يمحي السنين الطويله التي علينا ان نجتازها<br />الحــــــب<br />اه و الف اه من الحب<br />فهو مغروس في داخلي<br />بين ضلوعي<br />في نبضات قلبي<br />الــــــــحــــــــــــــب<br />هو انت</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-5975072566953378709?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-15048438311861867092007-05-11T10:55:00.000-07:002007-05-11T12:26:57.330-07:00<a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/gonahkari/thayer_winged_figure_1889.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/gonahkari/thayer_winged_figure_1889.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Hidden in the shadows<br />I no longer saw the light<br />Never saw the enchanted sight<br />The heavens a long time no see<br />Oh how I wish I found the key<br />The key of my sadness<br />And to find happiness<br />I longed for you<br />But you never came<br />And somehow, now, I no longer have faith<br />I know I will leave no mark<br />All I ever saw was the dark<br />My empty body contains no soul<br />For the devil took it long ago<br />Like an angel with wings I flew<br />But suddenly they got clipped<br />I no longer saw the sky<br />But my faith in god made my soul somehow fly<br />Oh beloved one I'm just an angle, fallen, torn, and<strong> bare…</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-1504843831186186709?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-37597070948952551992007-05-11T10:46:00.000-07:002007-05-11T10:49:12.939-07:00<strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">what to say to a fellow friend who chose to hurt you..<br />what to say to a fellow friend who wishes your death...<br />what to say to a fellow friend who choses to be away...<br />what to say to a fellow friend who choses to ignore your feelings...<br />what to do when you loose a friend??<br />what to do, to explain the state your in??<br />do you cry? or laugh? or should you just walk away from the pain??<br />should you say sorry? should you beg?? should you just walk away?<br />what to say to a fellow friend who wishes to tease your pain??<br />what to do? should you walk away...<br />should you just act ok and move on...<br />but no...that fellow friend stung you deep... should you revenge??<br />should you see that he suffers too...<br />yes that what you should do...<br />you shall never care what that fellow friend does!<br />because whatever that fellow friend do, he shall never touch your soul!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-3759707094895255199?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-2646741809406051522007-05-11T10:39:00.000-07:002007-05-11T10:42:42.333-07:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><strong>My tragedies are being engraved<br />My voice is faint<br />And I don't feel like a saint<br />My wings are clipped<br />And my grip of life slipped<br />I'm a caged wounded being<br />And no longer can I see a seeing<br />No light to perish the dark<br />My pain is my everlasting mark<br />I thought I could see heaven<br />Oh, how I wish I'm seven<br />A little kid I no longer am<br />Wishing I could peacefully watch the sky<br />And to be a bird and fly<br />To grow new wings<br />And run on my legs<br />Wishing my caged cell door had a key<br />So I can run away…</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-264674180940605152?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-38362986356800128772007-05-11T10:32:00.000-07:002007-09-13T10:36:08.598-07:00<a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/gonahkari/supercolorhx7.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/gonahkari/supercolorhx7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Paint me</strong> a pretty picture I can adore<br /><strong>Paint me</strong> a picture of the sun as it loves the ocean in a moment of ecstasy<br /><strong>Paint me</strong> your love so I can hang it on my wall<br /><strong>Paint me</strong> your face so I don't forget to call<br />Let me see your talents spring up for me…<br /><strong>Paint me</strong> the ocean and say that it resembles how our love is deep<br /><strong>Paint me</strong> the sky and say that our love is wide<br />Let me know that our love is forever lasting<br /><strong>Paint me</strong> a pretty picture I can adore<br /><strong>Paint me</strong> the years I have waited for you<br /><strong>Paint me</strong> the longing I felt for you<br />Let me see your talents spring up for me…<br /><strong>Paint me</strong> a portrait of an angel so I can remember your face<br /><strong>Paint me</strong> a picture I can adore<br />And let me see your talent spring up for me…</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-3836298635680012877?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-46885395567687459192007-05-11T09:43:00.000-07:002007-05-11T10:31:10.827-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">From your lies I have cried<br /><br />Cold, unbearable tears I have shed<br /><br />In the dark I lay<br /><br />As I got drunken from my tears<br /><br />I washed your memory away<br /><br />But still somehow you linger inside of me<br /><br />I scream trying to shut you out<br /><br />But nothing changes<br /><br />Your love is my cage<br /><br />And i have no key to escape<br /><br />You treated me like dirt<br /><br />And left me here hurt<br /></span><br /><br /> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-4688539556768745919?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-47829076513527074222007-05-11T09:27:00.000-07:002007-05-11T09:34:31.297-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/gonahkari/55200609-vi.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/gonahkari/55200609-vi.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">I stand in this empty place<br />And it is just a dark space<br />A sudden chill made me shiver<br />I hope I was a bit clever<br />I should have stayed with people I adore<br /><br />Tears run like rain<br />And nobody is here to brush them away<br />I wish I stayed with the people I adore<br /><br />I see no beauty in this place<br />No chirping birds that fly around<br />This place seems a little like hell<br />It seemed I'm caged here in this cell<br />Oh, how I wish I stayed with the people I adore<br /><br />I feel a sudden longing for a warm hug<br />And a cup of a hot chocolate mug<br />Why did I ever leave the people I adore?<br /><br />It seems that I mistook their love for sympathy<br />And played a game that took them away from me<br />A game that ended my life<br /><br />Oh, how I wish I didn’t leave the people I adore…</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-4782907651352707422?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-84148240998394318032007-05-11T06:30:00.000-07:002007-05-11T09:26:30.334-07:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">Temptations of the <strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">forbidden</span></strong> lust<br />Calls the <strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">sinful</span></strong> demons inside me<br />The <strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">attraction</span></strong> is too much<br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Fighting</span></strong> makes no sense now<br />Lure me to the roads of <strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">unwanted</span></strong> love<br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Drown</span></strong> me in your mellow words<br />Push me near the gates of <strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">hell </span><br /></strong>It's my <strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">destiny</span></strong> to <span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>suffer</strong><br /></span>Choke me with <strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">unwanted kisses</span></strong><br />You may think your <strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">melting</span></strong> my <strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">defenses</span></strong><br />But you would never <span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>arise</strong> </span>my womanly senses</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-8414824099839431803?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-4361335425887024972007-05-11T01:01:00.000-07:002007-05-11T01:04:46.143-07:00<a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/Power_Of_Love_by_BatDesignz.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/Power_Of_Love_by_BatDesignz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;">I want to be clean like water<br />I want to breathe clean air<br />Dance in the rain<br />Scream my pain<br />Swim in the ocean<br />I want you to brush your hand on my head<br />Whisper sweet words<br />Put my cold hand in your warm ones<br />Make my cheeks blush<br />Give me a shoulder to lean on<br />And your shirt to stain with my tears</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-436133542588702497?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-20313102524796108622007-05-11T00:54:00.000-07:002007-05-11T01:00:40.948-07:00<a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/ineedyou.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/ineedyou.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/ineedyou.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/ineedyou.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">A <strong>lonely</strong> girl stood next to a crowd of people<br />She seems to be searching the <strong>faces</strong><br />I wonder what <strong>she</strong> is looking for.<br />She had that look that <strong>twisted</strong> my <strong>heart</strong><br />They were <strong>sad</strong> and surprisingly </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>lonely<br /></strong>I wanted to hug that <strong>girl</strong> and make her feel how life is <strong>vibrant</strong><br />But, suddenly our <strong>eyes</strong> meet and I am struck to find that I am looking at <strong>myself</strong><br />I am the <strong>lonely girl</strong> standing in the crowd!<br />I am the one with <strong>sad eyes</strong>!<br />I am the one with a <strong>heart</strong> that has no <strong>beats</strong> only <strong>scars</strong></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-2031310252479610862?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-83613341207620253322007-05-11T00:15:00.001-07:002007-05-11T00:23:55.314-07:00<a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/1060002ja1-1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/1060002ja1-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-8361334120762025332?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-44545693042901515112007-05-11T00:06:00.000-07:002007-05-11T00:08:22.450-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">I'm sick<br />For sure I am sick<br />I'm looking for a cure<br />But I fail to find it<br />My soul is in pain<br />I twist and turn at night<br />I haven’t slept in days<br />I have ate no food<br />I find no comfort<br />Can I please run away?<br />Go somewhere else…<br />So I can breathe some fresh air?<br />I've been looking for a certain ray of light<br />But in this darkness there is not light<br />I'm lying here<br />Half alive<br />Half dead<br />No matter my tries<br />I fail to rise<br />My tears are dry<br />My voice is gone<br />My body is cold<br />Who you would hold me?<br />No one<br />Has anyone thought of me during these weeks, months, and years?<br />I prefer not<br />I just want to fly away<br />Or go down the ocean<br />I want to find the true living self within me<br />The one who was once more than an emotional poet<br />Right now<br />I am an emotional poet with a broken soul</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-4454569304290151511?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-5818352947307482722007-05-10T23:36:00.000-07:002007-05-10T23:53:08.194-07:00<a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/4089789.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/4089789.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#9999ff;">Tonight my eyes cannot sleep<br />My thoughts are occupied<br />My heart and brain are joined<br />And they have many questions to ask.<br />A little fear is invading my peace<br />Thoughts that I better banish<br />But my heart wishes to share<br />So here it goes<br />Am I truly yours?<br />Are you truly mine?<br />Do you think of her?<br />Or am I the only one?<br />How often do you miss my presence?<br />Or is she enough?<br />Am I a pressure?<br />Or the medicine of your soul?<br />Does she call you sweet names?<br />And do you do the same?<br />Does she confess her love?<br />And do you do the same?<br />Am I an obstacle in the way?<br />Or is she a phase?<br />I am waiting patiently<br />To be the only one<br />My fear is that this day would never come<br />Tonight my love I cannot sleep<br />My tortured soul calls out in pain<br />Bless you, please answer my quenching questions!<br />I know I am silly and over-emotional<br />I know I trouble your peace<br />Should I go away?<br />Or should I stay?<br />Is my presence wanted?<br />Or is it all the same?</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-581835294730748272?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-39338407421078797872007-05-10T22:42:00.000-07:002007-05-10T22:48:03.588-07:00<a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/iqra20bisme.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/iqra20bisme.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">اللهم إني أسألك أن ترحمني و أن ترحم باقي عبادك<br />كم من ذنب أذنبنا<br />و خطيئته أرتكبنا<br />و كم ليله شهدت على بكائي<br />و أنا خاشعة إليك وحدك<br />و كم صرخةٌ صرختها لكي أخفف ألم الذنوب<br />التي تثقل على صدري<br />و تؤرقني في الليل<br />كم أتمنى أن أكون من مخالقك<br />الطيبين الذي لا يعرفون<br />طريق إلا دربك<br />و حبا إلا حبك<br />كم ليله و الدموع لا تفارقني<br />و أنا أمد يدي للسماء<br />أنادي أسمائك الحسنى<br />لكي تطهر قلبي<br />و تروي من عطشي<br />الله أرحم كل ميت<br />مات و هو يؤمن باسمك و أيمانك</span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-3933840742107879787?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-52789253653301284842007-05-10T22:38:00.000-07:002007-05-10T22:51:09.585-07:00<span style="color:#ffffff;">Love is fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;">I have been wondering lately, why did I ever allow myself to drift in the path of love? I mean, I knew from the beginning that I will suffer and end up heart broken. Sometimes I think that the prospect of pain amuses me; I know that love's sweet embrace is just felt for a while and the demons of love that turn your life into a living hell will soon capture you and you will drown in the deep sea of sorrow. I have always been passionate, I have always dreamed of the right person that I will love and cherish, or the person that will make me feel that I have some significance in life. But then lately I have been wondering, was I nothing before I fell in love?<br />I sure did have my own solitude character and now…I seem to have lost the reason that was inside of me. I am love sick and damn it there is no cure, is it my destiny to suffer?<br />I want to escape but where will I go, I have no destination…I am pathless. I wish I can lock myself up, somewhere dark…without candles or any light of hope. I want to drown in emptiness and not think of my problems that seem to overwhelm me right now. I want to float on the surface of my once creative thoughts. I want to swim in the sea that has no sharks, only seaweed, they cause me no harm; they only co-exist with me.<br />I want to be rain, just to fall on the ground and clean the shit that has been polluting mother earth. I want to be a star and watch as silly lovers commit acts of foolishness as they try to confess their love. Why should you confess your love, can't you just let it inside of you? What good will it makes if that silly person said "I love you, too"?<br />It certainly won't erase all those bitter and cold nights you spent alone; will it make me forget that love made my mother thought that I am bitch that might have the tendency to sleep with guys if she was not strict enough.<br />Dear, I curse the day that I confessed my love. I wish I was single, but unfortunately…I have already slipped into the illusion that love conquers all.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-5278925365330128484?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-76786586349042527142007-05-10T22:27:00.000-07:002007-05-10T22:31:46.999-07:00<div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">كم سطرا يجب ان يكتب لكي يعبر عن الحنين و النقص العاطفي الذي اشعر به<br />قلب يتمزق من صعوبه العيش بسلام<br />ماذا يوجد في هذا الكون لكي يفرح قلب فتاة او شاب<br />قلب مليئ بالجروح<br />قلب مغروق في حروب لا يستطيع الخوض بها<br />عيناي لا ترى سوى ظلام الليل<br />و القمر مخفي عن ناظري<br />ليس امامي سوى قصور حبي المتهردمه<br />و الناس من حولي لا يرون جروحي و ألامي<br />ما هو الحب في هذا العصر<br />ليس سوى صحراء خاليه من الحياه<br />اين هي البحار الواسعه<br />لقد جفت من مراره الايام<br />الدموع المتساقطه لا تروي سوى عن حياتي البائسه<br />الافكار تتسارع في ذهني<br />و الظلام يغشي عن ناظري<br />لا اريد حياه لا يوجد بها عاطفه<br />او لمسه من الشخص المنتظر<br />ما هي الحياه سوى امواج من الاحزان القاتله<br />الظالم لا يعرف صغير من الكبير<br />و الحب في قلبي لا اريد ان يمسحه الدهر<br />عشت ايام سوداء ممطره<br />لا يوجد بها ضحكه غامره<br />اكتب الاشعار البائسه<br />لكي اوصل للناس مشاعري الملتهبه<br />اعيش حياتي في وحدةٌ كئيبه<br />لا اطيق النظر لنجوم اليل<br />فهي تذكرني بالعاطفه المفقوده<br />اسمع صوت الغيتاره<br />و هي تعزف على اوتار نغمات قلبي<br />يا اصحابي ما هو معني كلمه السعاده<br />و نحن لا نعيش الا بظلمات الجهل<br />اين هو ايماننا بالخالق الجبار<br />الذي وضعنا في هذا الكون<br />ألا يوجد من مستغيث لكي يفتح اعيننا<br />نحن الجيل المتهردم<br />لا نرى سوى شهوة الدنيا<br />تعالوا معي لكي نفتح تلك الصفحه الضائعه<br />التي ترمز حضاراتنا الضائعه<br /><br />انا لست بفيلسوفه<br />و لكني اشعر اني اغرق في بحر الضياع<br />لا يوجد رجوع منه<br />فهو عميق<br />فيه اسماك مفترسه<br />تبتلعنا في بطونهاولا نكون في النهايه سوى ذكرى مؤلمه</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-7678658634904252714?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-4420521234538661692007-05-10T22:23:00.000-07:002007-05-10T22:25:25.219-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>لم أكتب منذ فترة<br />و كم اشتقت لهذه الصفحات الخالية<br />لكي أملاها بكلامي<br />لدي بعض الأسرار لكي أبوحها<br />و لكن لن أقوى على قولها<br />بيني و بين هذه الصفحات<br />علاقة حب<br />فهي تفهمني و ترعاني<br />تقبل كل ما لدي من مجهود<br />كم أتمنى أن ألاقي شخصا مثل أوراقي<br />شخصا يتقبلني كما أنا<br />معشوق قلبي هو قلمي الذي يكتب بكل أخلاص<br />و يعبر عن النقص الذي بداخلي<br />الحبر هو ولدي<br />كم هو جميل<br />أما أنا<br />أنا مجموعه من الكلمات التي يسميها الناس<br />خواطر<br />أنا خواطر<br />بكل عشق<br />و حب<br />و معنى كلمه<br />أنا خواطر كل عاشق<br />فهل تدرك معنى وجودي؟<br /></strong><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-442052123453866169?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-57466448989334655172007-05-10T22:13:00.000-07:002007-05-11T01:10:47.509-07:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">Many engraved letters<br />Written in my bloody ink<br />Pasted to a white sheet of paper<br />Staining the rest of the clean sheets<br />My body lying dead cold on the bed<br />My thoughts are running free around the room<br />My long hair lays disheveled<br />My clothes torn<br />My pillow is stained with tears of separation<br />I tremble from inside and shiver from the outside<br />I ban the feeling of negativity<br />And embrace the little sparks of hope<br />I can imagine your eyes<br />Your little smile<br />And this tortures me more<br />I watch the blood coming out of my hands<br />Now pouring on my clothes and sheets<br />Everything around me turns red<br />And I return to my sleep.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-5746644898933465517?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-72749665105774283222007-05-10T22:01:00.000-07:002007-05-10T22:21:48.838-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">I rained today and yesterday<br />The sky and earth is clean<br />I'm looking forward to hear your footsteps<br />To hear the clacking of your shoes on the clean roads<br />I haven't read any mail from you recently<br />May you please explain this sudden distance?<br />Don’t you know how I look forward to read your words in those white papers?<br />Don’t you know that the only comfort of my lonely days is your sweet endearments?<br />I've sent you many letters but there is no reply<br /><br />I've been dreaming about you the past days<br />And I could've almost smelt your perfume<br />Hear your voice breaking the silence between us<br />Your sweet laugh that tortures me at night<br /><br />I long to melt in your arms<br />And to cry my love for you<br />I've kept it inside me for so long<br />I long to let it out<br /><br />Don’t you miss me beloved?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-7274966510577428322?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-4466972502464742112007-05-10T12:34:00.000-07:002007-05-10T12:39:03.809-07:00<a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/21124c.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/21124c.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life to be thankful for a good one.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">I am a woman. What's my evidence; its sure not my curves or soft voice. I am a wounded bird. That is my evidence.<br />Ladies and gentlemen, I am suffering of the disease that has no cure, I am in love.<br />You might wonder why I call such a grand feeling as sickness, but to me it's only a disease that eats life inside of you and then leaves you empty. Empty as those plastic white figures you see at stores in the show cases.<br />How many times in my life did I ever meet a bad man and fallen in love with him? Never…all the men that I met are good. I think that has a worse impact, especially when a good person leaves you. You keep eating yourself with question like, "why did he leave me?"<br />And of course the conclusion that we always reach, "if one good person doesn’t want us, then all good ones will refuse us" even though we know we have a lot of potential. I have many loves and caring to give, but why should I bother? I don’t want to end up like a plastic show case girl, empty…only showing off my emotionless face that supposedly expresses me.<br />I am living one of my most difficult phases but hopefully I will recover soon.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-446697250246474211?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-68135201892270903112007-05-10T12:21:00.000-07:002007-05-10T12:24:40.843-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">Many wounds<br />Many cries<br />Dark gloomy days<br />Nightmares that haunts the night<br />Tears on a pillow<br />Unhappy thoughts cross my mind<br />Sleepless nights thinking of you<br />Oh dear you, those long lost days with you<br />Many tears shed<br />I miss the shelter of your arms<br />Your sweet voice next to my ear<br />Judge me no longer<br />Love me more<br />Never let go of me<br />I have many faults<br />But who was ever perfect?<br />Many wounds<br />Many cries<br />Sleepless nights thinking of you<br />I wish I can be alive again<br />Dearest, look under my skin<br />You'll see so many carved things<br />One of those carvings will be your everlasting love inside me<br />Many cries<br />Many tears<br />Is this a game, beloved?<br />Is this a short fairytale?<br />Many wounds<br />Many sleepless nights<br />Can you please hold my hand?<br />Walk me down that path<br />I fear my damnation<br />Can you please guide me, for some time?<br />Many screams<br />Many abusive words<br />Can you feel the hot fires of my passion?<br />Sleepless nights keep my rest and peace away<br />Sweet endearments, my ear wishes to hear<br />Say it my love<br />I love you<br />Say it now and forever<br />Three blessed words<br />That would comfort my hurtful soul</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-6813520189227090311?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-11593077814710170032007-05-10T12:12:00.000-07:002007-05-10T12:20:20.039-07:00<a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/glvu7.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/glvu7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t301/geryekon/glvu7.jpg"></a><span style="color:#ff6666;"><br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">Let's walk down that path<br />Through the empty cold streets<br />Breathe in the scent of coming snow<br />People are all asleep<br />And a pigeon is laying its eggs somewhere<br />You hold my shivering cold fingers<br />Your palm covers my wrist's wounds<br />We watch the stores<br />With white, naked plastic people smiling at us<br />You start to sweat and walk faster<br />We hear a baby crying in the alley<br />And a woman in slacks hitting her head to the wall<br />A police man passed by and didn’t even notice us<br />Its starts to rain<br />Each drop seems to go through me<br />I open my mouth and welcome the sweet water in<br />You pull my hand and guide me in an old building<br />With a poor man munching on some old bread<br />We climb up the stairs while looking forward to be alone again<br />Your voice breaks the silence of the night<br />Telling me to take my coat off<br />Taking my hand you take me to the middle of the room<br />Looking in my eyes with a sparkle in yours<br />Your hands hold my waist and start to sway it right and left<br />Your mouth finds the soft spot right under my jaw<br />I can feel your teeth grazing there<br />I can feel the blood about to pour out<br />I breathe out the pain you're causing me<br />But what pleasure it brings to feel my soul fighting for conscious<br />I arch myself to your shivering body<br />We unite in the cold<br />With my fingers pulling your hair<br />Trying to cause you pain as much as your doing to me now<br />I scream<br />You react instantly but removing your mouth and placing it on my lips<br />Your teeth, achingly biting my soft, now swollen lips<br />You seem to want to suck my soul out of my willing body<br />Your hand holds the end of my back, pushing me forward<br />I close my eyes and surrender<br />For tonight it's our night<br />I love your style of torture<br />I love you<br />And will give you my love tonight</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-1159307781471017003?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116996531331602471.post-48071733951330563362007-05-10T11:54:00.000-07:002007-05-10T11:59:43.943-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Many words explain certain people<br />But no words speak my character<br />Many people scream when they are in agony<br />But I keep my pain within me<br />My new white pages are always black<br />I feel dirty I want to scratch my skin<br />Until my blood starts to flow<br />I wish I can scream all the hidden words inside me<br />I want to release the fear within me<br />I want to run on my legs and go far away<br />To some other world<br />Until I can grow myself some wings<br />And fly somewhere…far away from dark, painful words<br />I want to swim in cold water with the fishes<br />Most of all<br />I want to feel compassion<br />Torture me no longer<br />Speak no words of endearments<br />For those endearments mean nothing to a girl who is deaf</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116996531331602471-4807173395133056336?l=nooredonya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00738680574648137128noreply@blogger.com0