I've never been

one to celebrate love's milestones but hey, you've been good for my heart.

weird notes

I don't need caffeine and sleeping pills anymore; I have you.
I want to shape you, mold you, pour my soul into your thoughts.

Boys and girls: the above is not love.

to describe my mother

is to summon seas of indomitable and tranquil waves all at once.

she's everything good in me.

Where I need to be

"High atop the mountain where the world seems but a sliver in your boot, and the stars reach out to you as if to strike a ladder to the heavens. This place, this is where I want to take you..." - C.N.

transitional moments

happen when I learn things about him in seemingly casual words.

extremely stressed out

so she told me to get a lot of FRESH AIR and fruit.

a Shakespeare kind of day

"Doubt thou, the Starres are fire,
Doubt, that the Sunne doth moue:
Doubt Truth to be a Lier,
But neuer Doubt, I loue." - W.S. Hamlet, Act II, Scene II 

Inspiration

Where do you find yours?

His moments of weakness

She's tucked away into neat spaces in my mind. But sometimes their contents burst open and cloud my judgement. They hurl my rationality into a dark, suffocating corner.

An exercise in futility

She'd shed her skin, leave her body and her world behind if she she knew she could feel something.

my field

is filled with golden wheat stalks. I'm standing atop the hill, alone. It's hot but there's a nice breeze and I can smell the ocean.  I'm free and it feels nice. This is what I need.


"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there." - Rumi

3 am thoughts

I love my soft sheets
but the doors are so loud.
check marks, evaluations:
scared to ever go there
mainly because I refuse to be broken.

negative capability

I think I understand it!

:)

كل شي بوقتو حلو

sounds

I like the sound a pebble makes when tossed into a deep well.

what sounds are you remembering tonight?

quelqu'un m'a dit

que tu m'aimais encore.

fathers

I was fortunate to have one who didn't tell me that women were molded out of men ... He'd say that it was the men who emerged out of women. When he said that I always I imagined rivers and streams as mothers branching out and sending currents of strength into the world.

a love affair with words

you've shaped my voice by conquering my world.
you've touched my mind by slicing through my inhibitions.
you've lead me to thoughts unrealized.
you've brought me beginnings,
and endings,
and journeys in between.

graceful growth

rich colours. stupid mistakes. passionate love. good teaching. bad learning. clear minds. bloated ethics. pure intentions. false friends. true ones. terrible writing. honest pen and so on...

you have years on me

yet I seem to be the one moving in the right direction.

Cassandra

"cursed by the gods for not playing by their rules."

I'm smiling

and nobody knows why :P

women

who make the men in their lives their "everything"... what do you leave for yourselves?

where do you come from?

what's your story?

hungry hearts

beat, beat, beat.

Ulysses vs Telemachus

Oh the choices :P

oh!

you're such a pretty thing.

Ottawa

is pretty.

and Hiba is tired :)

Sweet dreams.

These days...

I need to crawl back into my shell... but I can't find it.

You're everywhere. All over the place. I'm not sure how I feel about that just yet... We'll see.

I'm losing certain skills... like that amazing skill to distance myself from... anything/anyone.

I've lost things. Material things. It sucks.

Distractions around me seem to have hit a sky-high rating recently. I want to be as focused as I used to be before people like you "happened" in my life.

I wonder whether all of this matters in the grand scheme of things. Maybe. Probably not, though. Still, I want my damned shell.

this could be good

I see it in the way you look into me. I've seen it before. So I've tried to be careful.

I'm sorry for the barbed wire. For the words that shut you out.

There's no need for that anymore.

I see it. I see you. It's as simple as that today.

sunset

the saddest light there is.

beautiful.

Writing for you

An attempt to gather love's adjectives ends tragically :P

Artless

A glance in his direction. His canvas.

The strokes of his brush seem to know too many boundaries.

So artless.

sticks

in my wheels...

cactus fruit

is deliciously sexy.

a release.

and snippets of what I might be working on :)

it doesn't have to make sense ;)