My life is just like these papers.. line-less.. full of expectations, and many unexpected events.. so, I'm not sure how it would end.. though I feel the end is approaching soon.. Still it's lineless
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Categories
- lineless (132)
- rubbish (38)
- شعر (32)
- life (26)
- community (19)
- medicine (15)
- saudi arabia (9)
- music (8)
- psychiatry (8)
- expectations (6)
- islam (6)
- Riyadh (4)
- evolution (4)
- fate (4)
- history (4)
- love (4)
- religion (4)
- scotland (4)
- shia (4)
- syria (4)
- universe (4)
- نثر (4)
- abuse (3)
- physics (3)
- sex (3)
- Qatif (2)
- books (2)
- butterfly effect (2)
- karma (2)
- la llorona (2)
- suicide (2)
- time (2)
- Agriculture (1)
- CanMEDS (1)
- Hypatia (1)
- college (1)
- dido (1)
- disturbance (1)
- exams (1)
- first line (1)
- french (1)
- i'm yours (1)
- the end (1)
- travel (1)
- wahhabi (1)
- أبو القاسم الشابي (1)
- الخميني (1)
- العيد (1)
- حزب الله (1)
- نزار قباني (1)
My Visitors
Popular Posts
-
My Egyptian tutor sits over that chair, in the smoking room, taking a deep breath of his cigarette. He closes his eyes while he inhales it,...
-
When I was a boy, I remember reading a story about a rich man and a poor one. The rich man’s child used to watch monologue shows in the poor...
-
فـضلاً عن كتابه تهذيب الأخلاق فإن له كتاب آخر هو الفوز الأصغر والذي يعتقد العالم محمد حميد الله أنه ضم أحد أول الإشارات إلى أف...
-
:و الحديث على لسانها صار الوعدُ وعيدًا.. و أفزعتَ سُكر أرجائي صراخًا.. و رعيدًا غابة المطر تلك التي تهجأت ثمارها عشقًا و هيامًا...
-
The first rule is: "Be humble." That's all it takes. This is the initial advice of my mentor, and it’s the one which he ...
-
Surprisingly, humans in first early phases of life are similar, especially genital wise. What happens is that some organs decide to protrud...
-
Everything is possible, and nothing is possible. It’s an issue of win it all, or lose it all. I’m a gambler and my bet is too high. In ...
-
Bad memories don't hurt for that they had left away.. Only nice memories hurt because they would never come back again. ok in other way:...
-
Anesthesia It feels like an orgasm to touch the keyboard again, typing. I hope you feel the same by reading my words. I don’t really p...
-
It’s worrisome when I read what I’ve written earlier, and all I feel is admiring to my rubbish. It’s really dangerous. Tomorrow, 8-6-2011,...
I am waiting for something, opening websites at random.. Experiencing the torture of the passing time, handling the memory of the mix of smells, and remembering that it is all about lust now.
My brain deleted every memory, and my nose is my only evidence of your existence.. I miss the smell of fresh blood, the smell of your wet lips, the smell of desire, lust, and regret. They all have no color, just a wavy fading smell... I am blind now, what would I want to see? A world with no colors? Or a mind that cannot draw a full picture? It smells like dancing under the rain, it smells like your laugh, I even close my nose to stop the strong scent of tears that popped up. I keep forgetting that I am the devil, who can the devil blame his sins on? I am sure now, this is the question he kept praying to God to answer, and I am praying for you to answer me until you create some Adam and Eve to get rid of me like God did to the devil…. Dear lover, I won’t bow!
First English piece that I kinda like,
Saturday 26th 2009