Paint Me A Home...

Paint me a home free from the cries of children frolicking through the unjust,
Color me a world where good deeds are a way of life and love is a must!

Draw me a garden where on the grass I could lay and rest my weary shoulders,
Take away all discrepancies and place me a lake with no sticks and no boulders!

Sing me a laughter to share with the sorrowful people of this big "bad" earth,
It might not make it all better but it can make a difference for what it's worth!

Play me a jolly tune to dance my fears away and drive aside the blues,
Kick off your burdens and look away while I put on my tapping shoes!

Write me a happy story to share with the women who suffered loss and despair,
Watch me hold the papers you wrote while I send them sailing in the crippled air!

Dribble me a thought that can change the way we judge those around,
Dribble it harder and carefully listen to its bounce as it hits the ground!

Catch me a smile if one passes you by while I am looking in the other direction,
Show me what it means to swim in passion and gladly drown in oceans of affection!

Hold me closer, so close that our heartbeats become one,
Let our love cheer for all those people living under the same sun!

Smoke: It's You That I Long to Be...

Darkness...

A match, a sparkle, a rather nauseating scent and the candle is lit...

And then there is light...

Two lovers in twine, or maybe even just a group of friends fighting the electricity cuts!

Whispers, laughs and cheers,
Or maybe a few whines and tears...

As the candle burns out with time, freeing the smoke!

Smoke: It's you that I long to be...

A short-lived existence, barely touched and never scarred or pained,
A sour sweet scent with nothing to be lost and nothing to be gained!

A faint dance in the air, a wiggle, a boogie and a silent groove with or without a beat,
No heart to get broken, no emotions to be tainted, no headaches and surely no feet!

In the shades of the darkness you could flourish and in the dark you could roam,
With no hunger for a soul mate, no craving for a change, no longing for a home!

Never lonely could you ever become,
No talk, no tears and no hum!

Smoke: It's you whom I long to be...

Void from disappointments, far from responsibilities and just plain and simple: free!

The Many Faces of Shapes!

Round and round in flat-shaped yet seemingly rounded circles I go,
Forgetting all I have ever learned and all that I once claimed to know!

I walk straight ahead, touching and bending the edges of the straight line,
Letting go of everything I once held on to and disowning what is now mine!

In a rather cubically malformed box I breathe in and out exhaustion and despair,
Playing a sad melody for all those who were eventually lost but were once there!

On the tip of a triangle I stand preparing to slide all the way down,
Squirming and twisting a frown into a smile and a smile into a frown!

The cylindrical room of disappointments is not a stranger to me any more,
It seems that if I don't bump into it by accident, I run knocking at its door!

Shrinking into Life... An Ode to Nature

For what it's worth, I must admit that today, if only for a couple of hours, I felt that I do belong... Not to a certain community, culture, background or a specific place, rather to something larger and more powerful than you and I: nature...

I found myself shrinking into life as the warm breeze playfully and yet sometimes violently tangled and untangled the curly locks of my hair and while the blazing sun's rays gently stroke my skin and gradually painted my cheeks with a blush of pure pink...

And as I sat there, thinking of everyone and everything and yet no one and nothing all at the same time, I felt nature reach out to me and try to make its presence felt on a higher and much elevated level... It teased me when I tried to overcome the whispers of its winds by raising its voice louder than the music that played on my phone, it played with me through sending its bees to get me up and running! It also sang to me, a mixed melody of a well-performed orchestra carried by the leaves of its trees, the sound of its inhabitants and the voices of those who once before came out there and cried to it for help and serenity...

At that moment, I wished I could be a part of nature, a tree, a leaf or maybe even a bug...

I wished that it'd possible to break the chains that held me in this shrunk form I feel I am in and break lose and just be...

I wished that I could melt into the ground and become the soil that those majestically standing trees depend on...

And then, due to life, the perfect scene came to an end and on the road back to the tall buildings and traffic jam I was... Reminiscing the silence of the unknown vs. the noise of what is...

The Dictionary of Words You Left Behind...

Selfish: is what you are; it perfectly describes what you do and say!
Insensitive: as you ask about my life wishing to hear about more dismay!
Ignorant: of how I left you behind when my emotions you choose to display!
Naive: to think that after the pain you caused there's more room for you with my heart to play!

Love: is what I gave you once upon a dream when I used to believe in you,
Anger: is what I feel when I hear your voice acting to care and claiming to be true!
Confusion: is no longer there since I know what I want and it can never be you!
Sorrow: has vanished from my life, the life which you painted in tears and colored in blue!

Away: is where I want you to be right now,
Alas: for you that your voice lost its power to stir up my emotions somehow,
Never: will I forgot how you made me falter and bow...
Foolish: to think that you can once again my feelings try to plough!

Celebrate: your final success of erasing who you were once to me,
Finally: I can say, with all confidence, from you I'm free... I'm free!

Daddy Dearest! (1)

Daddy Dearest...

I have loved and unloved you every single day since as long as I can remember,
I have thought about you every month from January of each year till December...

I have tried to wipe away the sorrow and hurt you caused every now and then,
I have tried to block myself from your memories, from your ongoing anger and pain!

I have worked hard to be stronger, better, more independent and less unsure,
I have been looking for a solution to the problems you caused, a permanent cure!

Daddy Dearest....

For as long as I can remember, you have been the sharpest thorn in the blossom of my days,
Since my childhood, you have, maybe unintentionally, caused me to falter in so many ways!

The walls of my memories are stained with images of the bad times you have put me through,
The raging blood in my veins, the clenched nerves, the trust issues, I owe them all to you!

Daddy Dearest...

I have told you over and over again, a father is way more than you have ever been or can be,
How low could the volume of my words be muted? How blind was your anger that you couldn't see?

The Things I Hate The Most...(1)

The things I hate the most are:

• Falling asleep or waking up with tears clouding my view.
• Eating alone.
• Losing trust in friendships, especially when it comes to those who were closer than family.
• Looking at my phone first thing when I get up and finding no messages.
• Being judged by those who never practice what they preach.
• Being accused of something I didn't do.
• Always feeling responsible for everyone I care about.
• Putting people first for the price of my own happiness.
• Being so angry and not being able to express it not even in words.
• Being underestimated.
• Seeing my mother cry.
• Being this sensitive and emotional and over analyzing every single thing in my life.
• Sending a message and waiting an eternity for a response.
• Being pushed to a level over my limits.
• Taking my responsibilities way too seriously.
• Trying to be strong no matter how weak I am.
• Spending hours thinking of whom I could call and find no one that I'd care to share with what I feel.
• The bad memories in my life.
• People who give up on things they claim they believe in.
• Being told to "chill" when I'm angry.
• People assuming they know me.
• Working so hard for something and failing to get it.

My Friend at Heart..

Whether you choose to talk to me or not, you will always be my friend at heart,
I miss you so much it hurts, as tears fall over my face and rips my smile apart!

How could you be so distant after the 5 years we were so close? Like family you were to me!
How could she have taken you that far away from what we used to be?

I respect your relationship, I'd have never come in between!
But seeing your wedding pictures by accident? What an imperfect scene!

Every little moment we shared: drinking coffee, driving around, talking, laughing and having fun!
All the times we were there for each other when everyone else chose to run!

I can't believe that a girl was the reason all those years were simply erased forever!
But really, now that our friendship is dead, I wish you both the best together!

Looking for A Home...(2)

I'm looking for a furnished home with the following specifications:

• 2 spacious bedrooms where love paints the walls, good memories are created and smiles echo in every corner.
• 1 cozy living room with couches that can comfortably accommodate family and friends, windows that welcome the rays of the sun with a new hope in the beginning of every day and curtains that will seal the anger of the sky on stormy nights.
  
• 1 kitchen with all the cooking accessories and a table in the middle with many chairs for one meal to bring us all together at least at lunch or dinner!
• A small garden where I can sit to write or just think, about happy times, and where roses tease me with their scent as soon as I step out and take a whiff of the cool breeze.
• A friendly neighborhood where morning greetings are a habit and not fake and where neighbors won't watch my every move, try to control me and mind their own business!
• A tolerating city in which I know I'm safe from eyes and judgments!
• A loving country which embraces me for everything that I am and everything that I can ever be...

If you can think of any place that matches this description, please don't hesitate to contact me.

Looking for A Home...(1)

Looking back, way back...
When I didn't have any white hairs whatsoever,
and my hair was still its natural color.
When I still bit my fingernails whenever I got frustrated,
and I had a low self-esteem that was inflated!
When I used to run around playing catch with the kids in our block,
and I only loved listening to only hip hop and rock!

Back then...
I was always looking for a home, somewhere I can belong to...
Searching for things in life that were real, that were true!
Never have I felt that regardless of where I was or with whom,
Every time something developed, there was a reason for wrong to bloom!

And now...
I still feel that I don't belong to any specific place or time,
When a blossom of hope flourishes I know a bell of sorrow will chime!
I still feel out of order, as if I am here by mistake,
As if falling into coma; not asleep neither am I awake!

I wish...
I wish I can find a place to call home and feel it from within,
A place where people's issues will not stoop my chin!
I wish I can feel at ease knowing that things will be fine,
Knowing, for a fact, there is no reason to frown or whine!

I ache...
In silence and unsaid words for I am too tired to speak,
My soul like crumbs of bread; traumatized and weak!

Your Love Was Holding Me Back...

I admit, it was not your fault or mistake that you held me back,
It was not your problem that loving you got my life off its track!

I know, it is not an excuse that I fell apart every single time we fought,
It is not acceptable how I let you sink me in sorrow with every blame you brought...

I understand, how I was under your command, pleading to hold your hand,
I see how it was never engraved in your heart just simply written on sand!

I realize, the distance that I kept from others in order to bring you respect was lame!
Since every single time you'd find some reason to blackmail me into blame!

I hesitate, yet I insist to erase you from deep within my existence,
Since mine to you never really made any significant difference!

I forget, almost, how we were together thinking foolishly that it was my life's master plan!
Believing that I was your girl and you definitely had to be my only man!

I hate, how every time I revisit a place of ours I feel so angry and enraged!
How my heart craved a love that was one-sided and to its emotions was jailed!

I write, in efforts to release your poison out of my system, but this time for good!
Your words no longer tingle my senses, not the way they used to or they should!

My Loneliness., I Call Your Name...

Someone once said, “Loneliness is full of life,” but I beg to differ:

My loneliness you became…
No words to be spoken, no reasons to cast blame…

My loneliness in a world so unbelievably cruel,
You lay the foundation and you make every rule!

My loneliness and I breathe your last words in despair,
Wondering, pondering, questioning, did you ever really care?

My loneliness you blend within the past with an ache,
Never thought that my heart was able to falter again and break!

My loneliness I call your name in the midst of my confusion,
Asking you for an answer to how this, all of it, could have been an illusion?

My loneliness and I know I could have been the one,
But then again I didn’t play by the book, I didn’t set like the sun…

My loneliness how I miss you even though you’ve been gone not too long,
I pray for you in silence, I write an angry poem, I sing a grieving song…

My loneliness and I swear to you I am strong and my will is of steel,
Yet you refused to let me drive, you always held on to the wheel!

My loneliness as the wind touches my skin and I tremble,
Tears dance in my eyes and I fight hard not to surrender…

My loneliness like a sweet sugared dream,
Strawberry coated, chocolate glazed with a touch of cream!

My loneliness your scent I swear I miss,
Your long day’s sweat, your aura, its bliss…

My loneliness forgive me, for I have fell too fast,
Clumsily believing that anything deep must eventually last…

My loneliness maybe one day, and maybe not,
I just hope this bleeding will be covered up and clot!

My loneliness this is the longest I have written in a long long time,
I insist that what I felt, how I felt it, could not be mistaken with a crime!

My loneliness I thought I found you, the answer I was looking for,
After I searched under every tree, above every window and behind every door…

My loneliness I march to the beat of my heart’s fainting desires,
I feel a stabbing twinge as I try to put out your endless fires…

My loneliness and the world around me stares with wondering eyes,
How could SHE be this lonely? How could SHE let herself be devoured by sighs?

My loneliness and I feel the stream of never ending words in my mind,
Could emotions be this deceitful? Could feelings be this blind?

My loneliness as the music plays so close to my ears,
As I scream in silence and I shout in confusion words that no one hears!

My loneliness how I crave just a touch of your warm hand here and now,
A kiss on the cheek, a glance through the eyes, a caress that would never end somehow…

My loneliness I used to long to know you in everything you are and maybe,
You managed to stir whirls of emotions and move mountains inside of me…

My loneliness not even a friend can you truly ever become,
To those eyes and feelings I will always kneel, bow and succumb!

My loneliness there’s so much hollowness left by your absence,
Though in this life there are always many options and billions of chances…

My loneliness you could’ve been so close, forever sacred, eternally dear…
You could’ve reshaped the planets, relit the stars, harbored oceans by just being near…

My loneliness like a phantom organ you will remain here within me,
Memories of your face have the strength to keep me chained and never set me free…

My loneliness, my forgotten smile, my never-ending hesitation,
A mind so jumbled burdened with untaken decisions bigger than God’s creation!

My loneliness last night I used to bleed but now the bleeding has stopped,
The weight I carried upon my shoulders, after this piece, just simply dropped!

My loneliness with a beautiful inner child that needs to be held tight,
I will leave you with these words to cradle you through the lonely night…

I Bleed You...

I bleed you...
Like a sickness, like a cancer, like an infected tumor,
I hate your name, I hate your face, I hate your humor,
I should have run faster, docked lower, realized sooner!

I bleed you...
When the rage builds up inside of me as soon as I feel well,
When I think of all our crappy stories I will live to tell,
When I think of how I loved you yet wished you "farehell"!!

I bleed you...
Memories clenched inside of me like needles and pins,
Of endless fights where each of us loses and none of us wins,
Heart throbbing, nerves clashing while the head spins!

I bleed you...
Like a wounded soldier returning from a battle that was lost,
Scraped out of reality, hating love and disgusted by lust,
Wrapped with ticking bombs and echoes of dust!

I bleed you...
Colors of red, green, yellow, brown and a pinch of blues,
Different intensities, various shades and multiple hues,
In this blood I soak, I choke, I gag, I smother and I infuse!

I bleed you!
Inside and out I bleed and bleed,
All my warnings of scarring you did not heed,
Please don't beg for mercy, I hate watching you plead!

A Song for Life!

Hear the heart heating up in flames,
Calling a call for the lost names!

See the scene of sins and signs,
Feel the feelings felt from whines!

Play a play with life so dear,
Touch the touch of one so near!

Smile with the smiling willows,
Raise the tears off your pillows!

Reach out to nature, bathe in its bliss,
Tease your spirit with a joyful kiss,

Be alive, be fair and stay true,
Only then you will find out the real you!

The Allegory of the Circle!

Somewhere across the hollow horizons, in places that we don’t see, life is going on. Things are in constant motion and the world is spinning, never will it stop to wait for anyone!

Sometimes, our own little world pauses, it takes a break from what is going on outside. Though we live in 2008, our little world seems to be still stuck in an earlier year, refusing to continue with its normal cycle! The calendar for others is on the move yet ours is invariable.

We look around to see that everything we have loved, the things we cherished and valued most are now so forward in time and there is no way to reach them anymore! We try to run, faster and faster, only to figure out we are running in circles! We call out, no one can hear us, our voices are muted in the noise of the present that we have been left out from and the future which seems so far-fetched!

Circles… Life is all about circles! A circle is one of the most basic forms of graphic design yet a great determinant of our life’s design!

We live in a world of circles where people are divided according to factors such as education, race, religion, social class, etc… These circles sometimes allow their inhabitants to move forward, sometimes they hold them back and sometimes they just preserve them, like mummified animals, in the moment they are in!

When these circles collide, they cause havoc! When they are breached, they cause pain!

And just like the jungle, the rule that governs our lives is: Survival of the fittest!

Alas the great minds and hearts doomed into the oblivion of ignorance, pushed back in the pages of history…

Phantom Organs...

December 12th, 2008

Loss has been one of the most intriguing and controversial topics discussed and written about in details and in numerous contexts and fields of expertise. It has been researched by those looking for some kind of answer, any answer, on how to fight this painful and recurring symptom that each of us will eventually feel at one point or another.

Sometimes, we try to find simple explanations for the sorrow we feel after loss. We search deep inside of us and in those around us to find ways to overcome our small losses and defeats. At others times though, things are not that simple that it’s way too complicated for us to understand what we feel after a great loss. It is here where the similarity between loss and the scientific term “phantom limbs” comes in play.

“A phantom limb is the sensation that an amputated or missing limb (even an organ, like the appendix) is still attached to the body and is moving appropriately with other body parts.”

Loss, great loss, can be easily related to such a definition:

When we lose someone who was really close to us, to life or to time, somewhere deep inside this loss remains to linger on if not throughout our lives then at least for a significant amount of time. Their presence might feel real at some times and their essence still alive. Although we do know they are gone, we still feel their phantom existence in almost everything we do and everywhere we go.

To take this discussion a step further, let’s assume that love is in our “physical organ”: the heart. Losing love is then equal to losing our heart. Therefore, we do live on to breathe and grow and experience life yet without the actual existence of the amputated heart!

To conclude, I urge you to always remember, “Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.”

Her Not So Funny Valentine...

December 16th, 2008

If it were meant to be, it would have happened by now,
She resisted stumbling down; she refused to bow,
Yet she knew he was still able to string her on somehow!

Before this Christmas, she knew she had to give it up,
No more venom sips from this little devil’s cup,
The pain, the disappointments and the sneaking around must stop!

Her “funny valentine” could no longer make her smile,
He gave her tears as gifts and made her ill with bile,
His not so perfect traits were bond to get to her after a while!

Simple sweet words failed to woo her this time around,
Her faith and trust in their love have faltered to the ground,
She tried hearing him out but when he spoke there was no sound!

His messy uncut hair no longer looked charming in her eyes,
His sheer sense of humor could not balance against her sighs,
She could no more bare the thought of his numerous goodbyes!

This Shall Not Pass...

January 4th, 2009

You played my heart like a pendulum; up and down you played,
You sold my love for cheap, as the pain inside me swayed!

You broke my soul to pieces; to fractures you shattered my soul,
You strangled my hopes with wounding words and stood laughing through it all!

You crossed the lines too many times; all the lines I drew you crossed,
Accusing, demanding, eluding and faking, and my emotions you bossed!

But this shall not pass…
I’m not the one you use…
Yeah, this will not pass…
My heart you will no longer abuse…
No, this shall not pass…
This time I will turn around…
No, this shall not pass…
Don’t try to speak, don’t utter a sound…

I tried so hard to tell you, I begged you to listen to what I have to say:
“My love to you is very strong yet you’re crumbling it all away!”

I held on to you tightly; tightly I held on as your thrones cut me deep,
A beautiful flower of a kind you were; one which was hard to keep!

I inhaled my sorrow and sips of your venom in my veins I soaked in,
I watched myself hinder away, I saw you stare, I saw you grin!

But this shall not pass…
It’s like calling me by her name…
Yeah, this will not pass…
I know I’m the one to blame…
No, this shall not pass…
This masquerade must stop…
No, this shall not pass…
Before you grip me to the last drop…

Sweet Lost Love of Mine!

Written March 17th, 2009

She sat there, thinking of a lost love, pondering upon the days… In between the calamity that occupied her mind and soul, she wrote:

How I miss the warmth of your passionate love words said with eagerness,
How I crave the touch of your hand on mine regardless of its meagerness!

How I miss a short drive without any contrived plans to be made,
How I long to be nuzzled between your arms underneath that tree’s shade!

How I miss the long walks shy from the dulled, chilled and dimmed night,
How I hope I could sing and run with you underneath the day’s light!

How I miss the little eddies of wind touching every inch of my face,
While you are their next to me as we lie wrapped in an endless embrace!

How I miss your fruity voice speaking of promises for a better day,
How I need your sanguine smiles to take my doubts away!

How I bleed for the days that were once ours yet now are gone,
How I cry for the hours that slipped from us after all was said and done!

Now I go on with life as if you were never really there,
Never knowing if this pain I hold you feel or share!

The Art of Manipulation

March 19th, 2008

To some people,
Manipulation is nothing more than a craft or an art;
It entails saying the right words to soften a heart,
It relies on lies and deceit to rend your logic apart,
It revolves around masking true intentions at the start!

Those people,
The emotions inside of you they will strive so hard to awaken,
Then will work their way around to cause your confidence to be shaken,
They will do so by twisting the facts against you to prove you’re mistaken,
They will leave your soul wretched, insecure and your spirit forsaken!

Be ware!
What goes around will come around and your turn will come sooner or later!
And the heart you once broke will be matched for you with a pain from a traitor!
You will find no one by your side and no soul or love for your needs to cater!
For there is no larger punishment than that tailored for a manipulator!

Blessed & Cursed... The White Flower Will Always Be!

Photo taken by: Beirut Abu Hdaib

A few days ago, I woke up feeling blessed to be who I am and all I wanted to do at that point was write down a list of all the things I have that I I am thankful for, one by way. I wanted to explain why and how each of those things empower me and make me want to be a better, stronger and happier person able to defeat any obstacle that can jump in my way and try to scare me off my feet...

But then life happened, and I had no time to count my blessings!

All those things I wanted to mention that day, and in the midst of the silent anger and fear of what may come, transformed into curses that I can't ignore or forget and I can't even try to feel good about!

Take a white beautiful flower for example: Look at it, notice how its leaves delicately curve into a perfect shape, feel its texture with your eyes, how soft it is. This flower loves the sun and I'm sure it enjoys a tickling breeze touching it gently and igniting its senses... Yeah, I think even the flower feels a warm gentle touch and appreciates it as well...

Now, with all the beauty bestowed in this flower, it remains, as it has always been, just a flower, a fragile and helpless flower, one which is also cursed by its charm! When the selfish hand reaches out to it and takes it away from its surrounding, far from its family and friends, the flower becomes a mere piece of decoration and its life becomes so short and limited to the amount of water it is given to quench its thirst, that is if it was lucky enough!

The flower's blessing of beauty is, at the same time, a curse...

My beauty is not the blessing, my loving, caring and forgiving soul is...

I am a fragile flower in a world filled with selfish hands...

And I am exhausted!

(Note: This not was written on the 8th of April 2009 but was not published here before)

He Labels Me, He Labels Me Not!

A Brief Introduction:

According to Wikipedia, a label can be used as a form of product identification, name tags, advertising, warnings, and other communication and a brand is a name or trademark connected with a product or producer and are now being described as "cultural accessories and personal philosophies".

In the business world and especially in relation to marketing and advertising, we all understand the importance of labels and brands and how they help spread an image and further position a product or service. But can this labeling concept be applied to human relationships? And how?

Why Do We Need Labeling & Branding in Relationships?

After a very intriguing conversation with a "friend", I found myself linking the concept of branding and labeling to the human condition and realizing that there is a need for labels and brands in relationships for a better and more organized way of life!

Allow me to explain further:

Do you think it is possible to determine a certain way of behavior with someone without the existence of clear defined labels both parties can be identified with?

What differentiates an employer from an employee? Apart from the salary, experience, obligations and maybe the office they work in? How could you know whom to report to in a new office without being given a label of that person before even knowing his/her name? How can boundaries of respect and chain of command be determined? An employer has a power of authority which he can use more than often to fire, criticize and even more insult an employee. An employer's role shift continuously and freely. When it comes to employees, they lack the flexibility and need to operate by certain rules of conduct or else will end up jobless!

What differentiates a friend from an acquaintance? Both are human being (hopefully), both have the essential body parts and internal systems and both can talk, laugh, cry and eat (as well as other things I don't need to mention)! Yet, a friend is someone whom you can confide in, someone who you will find there next to you in moments of great happiness and pain, someone who you have things in common with and enjoy talking to. On the other hand, acquaintances are those whom you probably have many duplicates of; you see then every once in a blue moon, you talk to them about random things, you don't trust them and you don't usually choose to spend time with them, it just happens accidentally!

What differentiates a "no label" relationship from a labeled one? (in intimate relationships) Well, though there are many types of intimate relationships such as open relationships, complicated relationships, steady relationships and so on, it all boils down to labels! In any form of intimate relationships, there exists a need for a definition of the relationship, a label, which defines the boundaries of what can be and can not be done within the frame of respect and expectations. A "no label" relationship hinders any plans for an effort to be placed in the relationship, it plants doubt and nurtures insecurities. Furthermore, such a relationship can lead to confusion and discomfort!

And the list goes on for relationships between parents and children, a current boyfriend/girlfriend and an ex, an older sister and a younger brother, and so on...

Real Life Examples:

If all coke was called coke, you know, a generic name for all similar products rather than branded as Pepsi and Coca Cola. What happens if you drink a coke and get poisoned, how will you ever trust coke again? Will you even drink coke after that? How can you be sure that this coke is what you want and not the other? How will you ever develop brand loyalty for coke?

Now, let's take it from another angle: We all know Coca Cola and Pepsi and many of us can really differentiate the taste regardless of which can the drink is placed in or even when we drink it from a glass. How? Coca Cola and Pepsi have spent years building a brand image based on their label that now, they don't need the label for people to know which is which.

Conclusion:

Yes, many years and situations can definitely eliminate the need for labels whether in the business world or in human relationships yet labels come in handy in the beginning of any product/service launch or the start of any human relationship.

I rest my case.

I Am Me...

I am nobody to many but somebody to me,
I look for a greater calm to set me free,
I am everything yet nothing I can be...

I am lost yet found yet lost once again,
I hold in my power, my fears and my pain,
I am cold, warm and passionate and plain!

I am still learning about life though I've lived long enough!
I am hoping, wishing, praying to be stronger, to be tough...
I am petals of flowers and diamonds of rough!

I am here standing though I wish I was away from here,
I miss those who once were so close and near,
I crave a love that was never ever dear!

I am a whole of pieces, a some of no parts!
I am a pauper of aces and a queen of hearts!
I am who I am with all the ends and the starts!

Play My Heart...

P.S: Again, this note is not about anyone in specific... Just words that need to be out!

Play my heart as an instrument of your choice,
I can hear the distance in your voice...

Play the guitar with my strings of hope,
Play it gently or otherwise, I lack the will to cope!

Play the drums with the beats of my swollen heart,
Play the ending to what didn't even start!

Play my soul as a trumpet, make melodies or just noise,
I guess feelings can be manipulated into simple toys!

Play the flute following the notes of my pain,
Play me as you please, play me once again!

Play me tender, play me sweet,
Play me in your solitude or in the street!

Play me as you wish and as you may,
I just hope you're proud of the mess you play!

You and I Are Two....

Picture by: Beirut Abu Hdaib

P.S: Again this is neither dedicated to nor inspired by anyone is specific...

You and I are two:

Never will we be one...
If you are the moon, I won't be your guiding sun...
If you pause to think, I will continue to run...
If you plan to leave, then it's all said and done!

You and I are two:

Never will we be together...
If you stay here, it has to be a little less than forever,
If you break my soul, I will take it never...
If you think you know it all, I am way too clever!

You and I are two:

I can be sad and you might be blue,
I might ache inside but I won't reach out to you,
You might falter and only then will I see you through...

You and I are two:

Broken from the world outside,
Drowning anger that we try to hide,
You faked a lot but I never lied...

You and I are two:

Walking together or walking alone,
Heart so tender and heart of stone,
True intentions revealed and shown!

You and I are two:

Maybe we could have been one united,
Maybe the darkness of night we may have lighted,
Maybe a new feeling we could have ignited!

You and I are two:

I am me and you are you,
You are happy and I am blue,
Though I was always being true!

You and I are two:

Never will there be a story,
Of love with pride and glory,
Your dagger in my heart will always be gory!

You and I are two:

Drink your pain away,
While I suffer with my dismay,
And the movie of our ending in my head continues to play...

Nothing is Real....

P.S: This goes out to no one and is dedicated to no one...

Nothing is real: this smile that I fake, the burning ache, the trembling I can't shake!

Nothing is real: the words that were spoken, my heart that was broken, the pain I feel...

Nothing is real: the tears that were shed, tossing and turning in my bed, your memories circling around my head!

Nothing is real: the looks that spoke plenty, the glass that is now half empty, the fear that was plenty!

Nothing is real: the moments of pure bliss, the wine from your kiss, the things I will miss!

Nothing is real: you and I, the stupid lie, the sad goodbye...

Nothing is real: the friends that were once there, people who claimed they care, in whispers silly rumors they share!

Nothing is real: the promise for a better day, the times I walked away, the moments I kneel to pray!

Nothing is real: the aimless goals we set, facing life with a winning bet, the times we get hurt and forget!

Nothing is real: this room which I now hate, this anger, this fate!

Nothing is real: the happiness which is overrated, the things I loved but then hated, the many times I waited and waited!

Nothing is real: that will always be my story burdened with a strife, hope ripped apart with the selfishness knife, the life sucked out of my life!

How I Crave to Be Held by You...

The night... Oh how calm it can be and what serenity it can bring to my soul...

The cool breeze tickles my senses and the sound of kids playing mixed with the faint melodies of the sleepy birds play in the background...

I take in a deep breath and I think of you...

How I crave to be held by you...

I grab my laptop, place it so clumsily on my lap, and I start typing away what I feel, every sensation, every longing, every desire, in simple, plain and yet so meaningful words that overwhelm me, even before I click each of their letters on my keyboard's buttons...

How I crave for you to hold me, chest to chest, heart beat to heart beat: racing, calling, chanting, disarming...

How I long for your breath to tease my senses: softly, gently, endlessly, sincerely, eagerly...

How I wish for you to feel me just as you feel hunger, thirst, fatigue, excitement, happiness, so close, so real...

How I yearn to kiss you, perhaps tingle the rough of your chin, or maybe further down, where shoulder meets neck...

How I crave for you to touch me, just my hand, where palm meets palm, like an unbroken vow and an unchained melody...

I want to be with you: unbroken, unwounded and untainted...

This longing: like fire, like nothing before, or nothing will ever be...Burning within my soul while I smile and watch it glow, no questions, no worries, no expectations...