Empty...My glass is always empty.
pour me another glass of sadness.
mix it with a powerful taste of pain.
Empty...my life is so empty.
Not surrounded by loved ones.
Not having the strength to smile to a stranger.
Empty...my heart is so empty.
wind goes through my soul,
leaving me ashes and shadows of the past,
Empty..my glass is always empty.
I never saw it half full,
must be my bad luck.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Autumn
People always leave me. I always end up left behind. They don't remember me, But their memory lives in me. Everybody numb to my existence, But I ache for their discovery. Their backs is all I see, to see my face,they are blind. Their love exclusive A stranger, out of that circle. They walk into people's lives, and walk out of mine. I wish I had the courage, But the fact remains that I am a coward. I am terrified of change.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
H A P P I N E S S
What is it?
"Happiness: A state of mind or feeling characterized by contentment, love, satisfaction, pleasure, or joy. 1] A variety of philosophical, religious, psychological and biological approaches have striven to define happiness and identify its sources. Philosophers and religious thinkers often define happiness in terms of living a good life, or flourishing, rather than simply as an emotion.Happiness in this older sense was used to translate the Greek Eudaimonia, and is still used in virtue ethics." Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia So basically it differs from one person to another. I just find it cynical that my name means Joyce and yet I can't quite define what it really means.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm a very optimistic person, I love life, this wasn't always the case but it is now,,,aaanyway back to the point, we see happy people everywhere and yes they do exist, even in Jordan,,,You just have to dig a bit deeper to get a smile out of them and you will eventually, it doesn’t even have to be with teeth, because then you'd really be pushing it and asking for your life to end, but on the other side you would've witnessed a miracle, ha ha having that said, I can HAPPILY drop my sarcasm and somehow finish this note so it can make sense to you as much as it does to me. I must warn you though that I haven't slept yet so maybe next I read it, it wouldn’t make sense to me either! What's happiness? And don't tell me seeing someone you love, or a mother holding her baby, or any of this cliché that I've heard before, because the way I see it, finding your happiness couldn’t possibly be related to someone else, I mean it's nice, I believe it all stands on finding yourself, "or on someone finding you if you really suck with directions?" no, seriously forget what I just mentioned before because I know you all won't let me off the hook! =)
Let's have a heart-to-heart conversation here, did you have one of these "lasting happy" moments, not the ones that make you smile for like five minutes because someone has done something nice to you, or because your friend did something stupid and made you laugh your a** off, or because you were watching something funny that reminded you of someone, I don't believe I found it yet, but I have a feeling that I'm on the right track, what about you guys? Care to share?...*now that sounded soooo lame!* *And no I'm not drunk or high, I'm just a philosopher…Although I can't compete with this certain person's philosophy and yes don't act like you don't know it! lol.
Oh well Love you and leave you.
P.S: Please don't kill me after reading this load of shit,I am only 25,young and beautiful and I have my whole life ahead of me <33
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Anonymous Me
What happened?
Who are you? But then again who am I?
I’m sorry but I don’t recognize you.
Have we met before?
I stand before you as you reflect me in the mirror,still..I don’t know you..
Strangers we’ve become.
Who are you? But then again who am I?
I’m sorry but I don’t recognize you.
Have we met before?
I stand before you as you reflect me in the mirror,still..I don’t know you..
Strangers we’ve become.
The day music died
Funny how many days have passed, how many suns have risen, how many moons have slept, how many times has it rained and still promises they echo in those empty deserts, and the lines said fly along with the golden sands in the ever so foggy sky.
The same song, the never changing lullaby, the music that plays on and on with the same floating notes, the same humming voice, the guitar strings that dance in sadness, they ask not for remorse, they speak not of regret, they say the words of burden; the guilt that wants to be set free.
And days have died while others were born, a new sun to shine, a new moon after dawn, a universe ever so quiet, skies ever so peaceful, and no trace to promises, no record to words, and no sad melody in the playing, a burden shifted and forgiveness granted, a world free of guilt all on the expense of a heart.
That day the taste of food was better, vision became clearer, the world looked like an adventure all over again, everything became more exciting and full of opportunities, I saw the world with new eyes and lived after I died a thousand times;
A breeze of fresh air, a colorful sky and a sunny day, what more can one ask for?
It might have taken me a while to get there, but life as I once knew it has all changed,
It's all grown up now; the roads on which I will set my first steps as an adult graduate in this life are already paved.
Flowers on the sides, tulips of every color, I choose to live in peace and keep my sanity where music doesn’t hurt, where words don't cut, I'm walking down a silent road for once; a road where music has died, where it never existed.
The same song, the never changing lullaby, the music that plays on and on with the same floating notes, the same humming voice, the guitar strings that dance in sadness, they ask not for remorse, they speak not of regret, they say the words of burden; the guilt that wants to be set free.
And days have died while others were born, a new sun to shine, a new moon after dawn, a universe ever so quiet, skies ever so peaceful, and no trace to promises, no record to words, and no sad melody in the playing, a burden shifted and forgiveness granted, a world free of guilt all on the expense of a heart.
That day the taste of food was better, vision became clearer, the world looked like an adventure all over again, everything became more exciting and full of opportunities, I saw the world with new eyes and lived after I died a thousand times;
A breeze of fresh air, a colorful sky and a sunny day, what more can one ask for?
It might have taken me a while to get there, but life as I once knew it has all changed,
It's all grown up now; the roads on which I will set my first steps as an adult graduate in this life are already paved.
Flowers on the sides, tulips of every color, I choose to live in peace and keep my sanity where music doesn’t hurt, where words don't cut, I'm walking down a silent road for once; a road where music has died, where it never existed.
Solar System
Believe in me, said a falling star to the sun, as its dust danced all over the open space.
Believe that I serve a certain purpose in this life; it may not have a great effect like yours, I may not light up a room with my smile, but I can sure make this dim prettier with my twilight.
I may not dazzle the eyes like you but I'm up there to please the eyes too.
Are you the daughter of our pale moon? Asked the sun.
I have no parents ma'am, but I was blessed with so many sisters and brothers hanging next to me in this darkly ever so lonely sky, replied our stardust. However every night we hold hands and make a prayer as we embrace earth and frost it with our necklace shaped hug.
The sun with great astonishment: My! But what good comes out of it?? For instance my rays give warmth and growth, but a little helpless star? What difference do you make?
After what seemed to be a long pause, the star smiled and said the following:
We, the stars, are beauty to the eyes. We are stories untold and yet other still undiscovered.
What people see from down there, are brothers and sisters I've lost up here, down there, they still sparkle and shine, when up here they disappeared centuries ago and with them their stories are lost too. In that we teach people "FAITH".
Every night we are mentioned, we are the lullaby that mothers sing to their babies before they sleep, we give comfort in knowing that we are young too, and that we are aware that our light will be turned off from the sky one day, yet from down there people would still see us and know that we existed, thus we represent hope for the future, the fact that no matter how big or small you do, you would still be remembered and loved. So we are the stone of "CONFIDENCE".
Last but not least they call us shooting stars or moreover and even better falling stars because we are not afraid to try, failure is just a word, we are not intimidated by it, because we know that after any failure there is great success, so when we fall we fall hard and when we shine, we shine strong . Having this said we teach them "SURVIVAL".
Do you think they'll ever look at the sky the same way they did? Asked the glittering star.
I doubt they will ,answered the sun as it set.
Never underestimate people, never judge a book by its cover, because if we do, we wouldn’t have the time to love each other.
You are all stars in my sky and I love each and every one of you.
Believe that I serve a certain purpose in this life; it may not have a great effect like yours, I may not light up a room with my smile, but I can sure make this dim prettier with my twilight.
I may not dazzle the eyes like you but I'm up there to please the eyes too.
Are you the daughter of our pale moon? Asked the sun.
I have no parents ma'am, but I was blessed with so many sisters and brothers hanging next to me in this darkly ever so lonely sky, replied our stardust. However every night we hold hands and make a prayer as we embrace earth and frost it with our necklace shaped hug.
The sun with great astonishment: My! But what good comes out of it?? For instance my rays give warmth and growth, but a little helpless star? What difference do you make?
After what seemed to be a long pause, the star smiled and said the following:
We, the stars, are beauty to the eyes. We are stories untold and yet other still undiscovered.
What people see from down there, are brothers and sisters I've lost up here, down there, they still sparkle and shine, when up here they disappeared centuries ago and with them their stories are lost too. In that we teach people "FAITH".
Every night we are mentioned, we are the lullaby that mothers sing to their babies before they sleep, we give comfort in knowing that we are young too, and that we are aware that our light will be turned off from the sky one day, yet from down there people would still see us and know that we existed, thus we represent hope for the future, the fact that no matter how big or small you do, you would still be remembered and loved. So we are the stone of "CONFIDENCE".
Last but not least they call us shooting stars or moreover and even better falling stars because we are not afraid to try, failure is just a word, we are not intimidated by it, because we know that after any failure there is great success, so when we fall we fall hard and when we shine, we shine strong . Having this said we teach them "SURVIVAL".
Do you think they'll ever look at the sky the same way they did? Asked the glittering star.
I doubt they will ,answered the sun as it set.
Never underestimate people, never judge a book by its cover, because if we do, we wouldn’t have the time to love each other.
You are all stars in my sky and I love each and every one of you.
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