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Furious love
10:13 Jun 03 2011
Times Read: 501

There's no reason put to senses or to heart

No bounds to chain the urge to stay or part

No trait one word can hold

No promise to be kept or told

Is what we have what we want!

Or is it always what we dont



Voices..Calling my name

Dont want to turn and look they all just sound the same.

All but one, , that stands so clear

bids all the noise to disappear

not my name it calls but yours to find your way to me

before your eyes i stand and stare for what would be

and you blink not as i gaze through my reflection

the only one you see is me and thats the question.

how come, what for and why!

your holding someone's hand that you cant hold within you eye

i close mine to shut the world away and be with you

then voices escalates again to claim whats true

am here...they call my name and i respond

know not myself but i pretend



i turn around leaving your side

couldnt break the mirror to my soul and couldnt hide

defend-less is the thought to not look back and so i do

the distance blurred the vision of you

on a different path than mine i glimpse your steps away

on a different path than yours i wish that you would stay

i wish.....but what good are wishes for

there's no magic in believing anymore



Fury, anger and resentment, am so full of those

Naive and stupid..too much of both

i think you'd better go and leave no trace behind

the worst is over now, need no rewind

You are by far the furthest

the enemy to myself and yet the nearest

You, are the consequence of my choice

the deafening echo of my voice



myself i have to blame for thinking you'd be all what you are not

what a silly jock you turned to be, a little that i thought a lot

Scared i might call your name again and you'll look back

Scared of that disfigured face face of yours, the courage that i lack

to face the truth about the 'you' beyond disguise

to get acquainted with the true soul behind your eyes

the 'you' i didnt get to know

the one you never got to show



i cannot ask you why so fake you turned to be

am only trying to figure out why was i so blind to see

Furious, angry and resentful for how stupid and naive i was

Disfigured is your face, my choice and is the passion that grows

like all the things that goes untamed, undefined and uncontrolled

like all the scars beneath my skin i hold



i hear no noise no more through out the crowded thoughts within

Peace dominates and silence once more win

on a different path than mine you will pay

for the damages that you caused will turn around and come your way.

on a different path than yours we will meet again someday.



by;

Engy El Ghanam

Am No Angel.
10:09 Jun 03 2011
Times Read: 502




The diversity of targets is the core of all distortion

Like one could have from every cake a lil portion

We are such complex structures that gets only whats simple and plain

To get to the core of things we care for the trifles and leave whats main

Its weird that we believe in so many things and their contradictions

Then we twist back every road to serve our self created fictions

And we morn and grief for what we left behind intentionally

As if we live to self torture the sole in us subconsciously

My thought is that we do exist on the hope to break out of our skin

Easier to take the paths other carved and not the ones we feel within

A faultless scheme we set to guarantee the end that justifies the mean

the persistence to deny the right to dream, deny the grades of colors seen

how can we walk in so many different directions and feel not lost

dig out the facts of life inside out then waste the time to ease the dust

breaking to the surface is the dark deep hate hid inside the veins

tones of ruins that cannot be left with a thousand cranes

and it rises just when we fall apart from going round in circles

at the second we stop believing in the beauty of the miracles

its scary when you lose your thoughts to void and space

runs a chill down the spine to touch the heart on you and find no pace

I am no angel..no angel with no wings and white light rings

Am flesh, am blood, and I decay with all what the word brings

To forsake the things that molded pain to bricks and built ma walls

Is so divine…it overwhelms the power in me to stand the falls

And am no angel.



~ by Engy El Ghanam ~