tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85641261665865027982011-04-22T01:50:32.913+04:00KarmaBlock: Luljeta & Lalla MinaClumsy Magnethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287105113659567240noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564126166586502798.post-21067519578528154622008-10-14T13:32:00.006+04:002008-10-14T13:57:04.193+04:00خـــــضــــــــــــــــــوعWe often surrender to our BLUE moods... coz its easy,,, its just easy to feelsorrow.... blue.. black... tears....sadness... what ever you name it….You might say I should not think. But no one can stop thinking.. stop analyzing.. stop rewinding life events…BLACK always try to contempt & pull us to the pool of grieve… You would grieve the “ungrievable” just to justify the “I will cry in any moment”Clumsy Magnethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287105113659567240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564126166586502798.post-18140621909642613072008-10-08T09:53:00.004+04:002008-10-08T10:14:10.055+04:00SetbackIts only the pain that reminds us we have hearts, that encourages us to reach out for the hollow warm space in our chest & one more time to make sure we still have it, the fire doesn’t realize its heat until the first drops of water deform the face of the dancing naïve flames, we need to stare at our sorrows a little before we sleepLalla MinaMaybe we invented our sorrows blaming the innocent Clumsy Magnethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287105113659567240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564126166586502798.post-38560430886686247132008-10-04T23:22:00.001+04:002008-10-04T23:26:56.875+04:00LonelinessQuote “We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.”Clumsy Magnethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287105113659567240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564126166586502798.post-47046521562317201812008-09-21T01:36:00.003+04:002008-09-21T01:58:44.626+04:00Who am I?Who am I?I do not know Two parts, may beOne is a saintBut the repulsive, often, takes overWho am I?If not in the eyes of others I see me A rowdy, little rough in the coreThe saint wants to atone for The vapid that knows nothing A swimmer-with-the-currentThat knows very littleThe shunned that knows nothingThe wanna-be that fails In all the things that matterWhy can't I just be?A plain plain being.Clumsy Magnethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287105113659567240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564126166586502798.post-78607075812704735822008-09-20T16:14:00.003+04:002008-09-20T20:56:14.168+04:00أرق على أرق/ المتنبّيوعذلت أهل العشق حتى ذقته *** فعجبت كيف يموت من لا يعشقللّا ميناClumsy Magnethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287105113659567240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564126166586502798.post-34644091791112546842008-08-18T11:15:00.002+04:002008-08-18T11:29:29.218+04:00الصدأأحلام المنفى كتبت : // وربما تفاجأت مني بهذه القسوةاللا مبررة الا بمراهقة امتلأت بقصص هذه وتلك..وكيف لاوالمراهقة تخبط..تسرع وعفوية ومشاعر تائهة لا تجد المكانالصحيح لتنمو به .. فكان حتما علي ان اخرج منها الىالمرحلة التي بعدها بتعصب شديد ومنظومة دفاع قوية يفتخربها ذلك الوقت..وان تآكلت مع النضوج الفكري الذي لا بدان يؤطر الافكار في اطار سليم معتدل في الوقت المناسب// و هي ما جعلت هذه الأفكار تجتاحني،Clumsy Magnethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287105113659567240noreply@blogger.com2