Wednesday, July 15, 2009

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)

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

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.


Monday, July 13, 2009

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!


Thursday, July 09, 2009

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...

Thursday, May 28, 2009

And I Keep on Running...



Have you ever felt like you were engulfed while being in a big space? Trying to run away, further and further, only to find that you were surely running yet in all the wrong directions?

This piece is about that feeling...
The feeling of finding out that you are running endlessly and getting nowhere... At least nowhere right... Nowhere you want to end up... Nowhere you that you are supposed to be...

And I keep on running....
Like a deer performing the role of a prey...
Away from the big bad lion that has come out to play...
Trying to escape his sharp claws of memories, his pointed teeth of clay!

And I keep on running...
Helplessly, endlessly, hopelessly...
Towards no one in particular, since none of them really care...
Towards no place to call home, since that place is no longer there...

And I keep on running...
And now I'm out of breath and my feet are sore...
Looking into blank eyes that seem to hate and abhor!
Wanting to find a warm embrace, a cradling shore...

And I keep on running...
And you all keep judging me by the day!
Watching every move I make!
And you all don't even know me!
Your empathy is a pure fake!

And I keep on running...
Missing the closeness of a real friend,
Craving a real hug, a new beginning to this awful end!

And I keep on running...
In all the wrong directions and there's nowhere to go!
I act ignorant, but I know, I know...
This tired soul of mine I need to lay down or low!

Cause I can't keep running...
Not anymore...

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Blood Stained Sheets...



Gently, she lifted up the blood stained sheets...
She could still hear her slaughtered heart, faintly, it beats...

In the midst of her confusion,
Perplexed that maybe it was all an illusion...

She screamed!

The blood stains were bigger and redder than she thought they'd ever be...

She wrapped herself in her own arms as tears dribbled...
Onto the sheets in a rain of drizzles...

The stains grew paler and bigger...

No, those were not the blood stains after a wedding night!
Neither those you'd have after a gruesome fight...

Those stains were only of pure deceit...
Lies...
Broken words...
Unfulfilled promises...
Steps that were never taken...
Those stains were impossible to treat!

She paced around a memory haunted room...
Her sheets as a white bride's dress missing a groom!

"He said he loved me, he swore he was true"...
Yet again words are cheap and talk is dew!

The blood stained sheets tightly strangled her feet...
And as she fell, she felt pure agony and veritable defeat...

Whispers of his voice played in her head as she swooned into absence...
Mind, body and soul irrevocably numb, paucity of feeling, lack of presence...

Flashbacks of a life she never lived with him played as movies scenes in front of her swollen eyes...
Black is the color of sorrow she saw finally before she uttered her concluding cries!

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Nothing Used to Matter...



Nothing used to matter...
Being with you whether it was scorching hot or freezing cold,
As long as your arms were there for me to hold...

Nothing used to matter...
Seeing you every day or whenever suites you well,
As long as my words of love for you I have time to tell...

Nothing used to matter...
The shaken pride, the anger you brought and the stupid fights,
As long as I could have your voice embrace me through the nights...

Nothing used to matter...
The things you made me give up for a promise that was a lie,
As long as I never had to hear you say "good bye"!

Nothing used to matter...
Knowing you won't ever love me as much or care like I do,
As long as you smile, I didn't mind being down and blue!

Nothing used to matter...
The past you held on to in gifts, pictures and calls,
Being locked so deep inside these hollow walls,
You never being there to shelter my falls...

Nothing used to matter...
But now it all does and it always will,
How you shoved my love for you down the hill,
My heart is broken now, here's the hospital bill! :P

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

She Gave Him Love...



She knew how he was,
She knew he would leave.
She know he was going to break her heart,
His web she waited for him to weave…

She gave him love,
She loved in vain!
He played her like a toy,
And left her draped in pain…

She raised her head,
She raised and prayed,
She called for angles,
She cried and swayed!

She knew this game,
She knew it well,
And within her sorrow’s flame,
She wished him to hell!

He had no right,
He had no reason,
To rid herself from him,
Her way out was pure treason!

She turned her head,
She leaned on someone new,
The guilt feeding on her soul,
When cradled by his dew!

She felt captive,
She felt captive to his grip!
As his memories slowly held her tight,
And pushed her into loss’s thrones dip by dip!

She wished her life to end,
She wished it every night before she lay asleep…
Out of this cycle she wanted to be,
Out of the oceans in love she was drowning so deep!

How Sane Are We?


Caution: This is a long post and the ideas discussed in it are strictly personal... They will make you think of things, strange things, but in the end, they are opinions and you have every right to disagree!

One of the accusations that are directed my way is that I am a very sociable person! My friends always claim that I have no problem opening up and discussing various topics with random people at any time and at any place!

They are totally right! Moreover, I think this is the main reason for that: Talking to others, many others, about different things only allows us to grow more and gives our rather restricted brains to grow both horizontally and vertically in thought and creativity!

A few days ago, after suffering a very bad nervous breakdown, I found myself seriously thinking about the thin line that passes through sanity and insanity.

I then started talking to few of my “thoughtful” friends about this issue and their view of it by asking them: How do you know that you’re not insane?

Let me assure you that I imagined getting a strange look in return and maybe a comment on how my crazy brain works! Instead, I was surprised to find myself in an intriguing discussion about the borders of sanity!

Take this line for example: “They laughed at Einstein. They laughed at the Wright Brothers. But they also laughed at Bozo the Clown.” It is true and very accurate in illustrating how sanity vs. insanity is almost a never-ending debate with no clear cutting edges for an answer!

Whatever you may think of this subject, one thing will always stand uncorrected: the difference between sanity and insanity is very often arbitrary. There is no clear borderline. It is a thin zigzag line and we use socially acceptable behavior as the major criteria to differentiate.

Dictionaries around the world define insanity as “the condition of someone who is senseless and extremely foolish.” This declares that insane people are those who challenge the rules of society and do not fit in with the “normal way of life.” But what counts as a “normal way of life” anyway?

Someone told me, just the other day, that insanity happens when we lose control over the mind i.e: when the body takes control over the mind and our reactions are not at all studied or thought about... But that makes many of us insane... No?

I think I am there.. Three steps away from the mental hospital, many steps away from sanity.. But that's just me...

How sane are you?

Joke: You know you’re insane when ☺
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=00Ayi5

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

If They Only Knew...



In whispers they talked about her misery,
In rumors they gossiped her life on display...
In the darkness they lurked in agony,
Scheming to exorcise her mournful soul to splay!

"Depressed, sad and gloomy" they called her,
"Pessimistic with no possible cure" they would claim,
A "drama queen" is what they alleged she was,
Her tears were water to their senses as they brought on the blame!

But... If they only knew...

If they could know her story,
The doleful past she had to live,
If they had been there in her days of glory,
When she had so much more to give!

If they only could see the present,
The itchy fury it slowly unfolds,
If they could feel the tremble,
If they would touch her chills and colds!

If only they knew the truth she carried,
Skulking deep under the layers of her skin,
If they only tried to unveil what's buried,
If they could look farther than their chin!

Only then...

Just then they would realize the reality,
The truth within the words she spills out,
They would just stop throwing stones,
And pointing hateful fingers burdened with echos of doubt!

Monday, March 30, 2009

The Toughest Part of Any Day is the Night…



I sit here by my shadow, loveless, cold and alone…
Tears of resentment tumbling down my face,
Wishing I lived a real love of my own,
Someone for my tired soul to embrace…

The days are fine since work occupies my time,
I feel a sting every once in a while during break,
Yet when the bells of the night begin to chime,
I start realizing the rise of the muffled heartache!

I maintain a steady facade,
And sneak out a smile every now and then,
I cry out to you: Oh GOD!
I see no reasons for this pain as far as my ken!

For as fruitful as the day may be,
And no matter what you do achieve,
When the day turns into night, you see,
The pain inside is just too much to comprehend or believe!

Saturday, March 28, 2009

The Spider’s Prey...



This piece is dedicated to my two-legged spider… With love!

An icon of fear and fascination, the spiders have always been and remain to be,
Masters of attack and mimicking, once they have gotten a hold of you, you'll never be free!

Amongst the hairy-legged predators, your powers to seduce have shone,
Waiting so patiently to devour me after my emotions were fully grown!

Extending your limbs lazily, yet determined to capture me as your prey,
Entering my soul with your toxic fangs, paralyzing my logic day by day!

Wrapped up in your silk promises of having a family once upon a dream,
Brought closer to your nest, no words to say, no voice to scream!

Caught in the glimmering web of your love, bedazzled by its charms,
Forgetting the world outside and ignoring your venom’s harms!

Expelling your digestive enzymes to liquefy my will of steel,
Too hungry for authority, too selfish to know how I feel!

Sucking the remains of my love to you and the leftover fluids of my heart,
Consuming what’s left of me to feed your inflated ego and rip me apart!

 

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