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    Яαgιи Яαvєи
    Cairo, Egypt
    Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
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Tuesday, April 25, 2006

The Desert


The sand. The dark, yellow sand. I see the desert under my feet... and I see the desert even more in the horizon. That emptiness consumes me; becomes me. That dark yellow landscape.

My ragged clothes. My long dirty beard. My headaches. My tired eyes. I look straight through the mirage, wondering if I could see my reflection in this false water... All I see is the sand. The dark, yellow sand. Where I meet my memories and regrets. My fears. My thirst. My anguish. My long mourned dreams. My rage, o my rage. The rage I, more than ever want… need to share with someone… my perfect someone; but all I have is this… dark and yellow friend. I fall down to my knees. I cry. I pray. I sleep. I dream. I wake up to find my prayers getting answered, whispered by the wind. I hear my name. They're calling out for me… "Redeem me... I repent", I cried…and then...

it rained.

The Things That I Want


I was born. I was a child. I went to school… I met ice cream fudge… became my best friend. I met kids… I wanted to play. They wouldn’t let me… I danced in my room. Spinning… spinning… Then I spun a bit more.

I grew up… I went to college. I learned about life, work, money, politics, people… the things that matter… I learned about lies and deceit... I learned about friends and how I've come to betray them. I wanted to play but they wouldn't let me. I spun again…. I graduated…. Then I grew up a little more. I want money. I want wealth. Better life style. Better health. I want to smoke four cigarette packs without fear of cancer. I want a beach house. I want girls in bikini to hold me. I want sunsets by the sea. I want angels to hover over me. I want maturity and wisdom. I want a magnetic force shield and super-natural powers. I want playstation 3. I want Bill Gates' head on a stick. I want my books to get published and my songs to be heard. I want to be my children's role model. I want humbleness. I want pride. I want Glory with a capital G. I want to reach the sky. I want to walk on the moon. I want to rule the earth. Where are you, my tarnished halo? I want my independent beach house. I want a faster PC and I want the new i-mate. I want to stop spinning. I want ice cream fudge.


I wanted to play… They wouldn't let me.










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