Bleeding Hate

Salam 3lykm,

I'm back with yet another post; looks like deactivating my Twitter account proved like an advantage in a lot more ways than I'd initially thought of, eh?! So anyway, I wrote something last night..it was actually a continuation of something I started..err, a month or so ago. It's based on a true incident.

Shattered glass, each shard a product of rage..tainted with blood; every crimson droplet venemous, holding a history of countless bitter years. Satisfaction dances sadistically on his lips, as she trembles with anger..resisting the urge to drive a piece into his heart. He knows he's not only successfully struck a nerve, but has also managed to tug on it sharply.

She fantasizes about feeding him the very shards of glass that glisten with her blood; would the internal bleeding suffice to drain him of life? At least, it would serve to shut him up..end the incessant ramblings of a psychotic mind. His eyes flash with malice, as he derives immense pleasure, taunting the frail shadow of what once was an exotic beauty.

Justice will be sought, & dealt accordingly. No criminal will walk away free, under the pretense of insanity. But, 'til then..the oppressed shall learn to endure oppression in silence; the kind that's enough to render one's senses useless.

Wes Salam 3lykm w R7matullahi T3ala w Barakateh

Lovers' Fervor

Salam 3lykm,

When I don't write, my blog remains neglected for months, but when I do...one post after the next. Nature's way of maintaining a balance, eh?o.o Anyway, here's something I wrote last night; yes, I tend to write at night, to make up for my 'tweeting myself to sleep' habit, I suppose.x'D Anyway, I thought of calling the post 'Ecstasy, part II'..because it kinda ties in with it, but then I thought against it.

Driven by blinding passion, each longing glance stolen holds countless words drowned out by silence. The slightest caress is all it takes for a sudden surge in temperature, fueling the pulsating inferno that stirs within. Lust tempts Love, teasingly flirtatious, arousing arduous desires from a deep slumber, luring sanity into a dangerously fatal trap.

Orphaned

Salam 3lykm

It's been quite a while since I wrote something as therapy. It's been a while since I wrote anything, really. Obviously, tweets don't count..those were just, I don't know..random thoughts.

Life's suddenly become a lot more unbearable now; I can't take fights anymore. I don't know why, but it feels like I'm falling to pieces. I applaud my mother, for having withstood this bullsh*t for over 31 years, really. 23 years, & I've finally snapped.

Today is my father's birthday, & I dedicate this piece to him. We live under the same roof, yet he is gone. He is not my 'dad'; he is merely the man who shattered the fragile beauty who brought me into this world. He is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

I leave you with, 'Orphaned':

I was once your little girl
You were once the 'bestest' dad
You once shielded me from the world
Other girls envied what I once had

Had it been deception all along?
Were my feet never on stable ground?
Was it that we let you down?
Tell me, where is it that we went wrong?

You were supposed to raise a family
Nurture us with love, not hatred
Showered endless torment callously
Shattering a bond ever-so-sacred

Why did time turn us all into orphans?
What heinous crime did we ever commit?
What made you heartlessly abandon..
..A woman so close to 'perfect'?

You worry because I seem troubled
Whilst deaf & blind to her endless agony
The fortress she painstakingly built has crumbled
Leaving her exposed to your bitter enmity

Although her defenses have broadened
It still has her in total despair
Her children were left orphaned
Void of both fatherly love and care

Every heartbeat more painful than the next
Tears pathetically replacing the words I can't say
Memories of how your 'O's preceded your 'X's
As your little girl wished her 'bestest' dad..
"Happy Birthday"

Wes Salam 3lykm w R7matullahi T3ala W Barakateh