Lonely letters fall like late December rain
Link together and form tinkly words
Driving at night on the last lane
That melancholy feeling undisturbed
Random memories show up invitingly
Lingers affectionately like old lovers
The reflection smiles wistfully
And smile again seeing it in the mirror
It could be anything or nothing at all
But you're alone and you laugh and sigh
It could be for something or everything
But nothing could take away that slow night drive
December 21, 2009
October 11, 2009
Hard and light, kind and cool
Blur and bright, flawed, beautiful
What you see isn’t what you get
But what he said was what he felt
He speaks of honesty with honesty
and contradicts my perception of beauty
He feeds my soul He fills my heart
It frees my days and haunts my night
A safety blanket wrapped around my skin
I can’t help but wonder of days to come
Just when he takes my hand in his
Could it be more perfect than this?
Blur and bright, flawed, beautiful
What you see isn’t what you get
But what he said was what he felt
He speaks of honesty with honesty
and contradicts my perception of beauty
He feeds my soul He fills my heart
It frees my days and haunts my night
A safety blanket wrapped around my skin
I can’t help but wonder of days to come
Just when he takes my hand in his
Could it be more perfect than this?
July 14, 2009
Dedicated to me
Pretty flowers, cold breeze
American’s rocket, crosses winds
We climb a tree, as you take my hand
That tree I used to carve our names
I jump the pond, you try it too
Oh no, there’s a frog, wait they’re two
I laugh to see you jump off and fall
Again like so many times before
Horses and ponies and unicorns too
You draw them all in my book
I spill coffee onto them
Look! Brown breeds, you said,
Flip the next page and start again
-FG
American’s rocket, crosses winds
We climb a tree, as you take my hand
That tree I used to carve our names
I jump the pond, you try it too
Oh no, there’s a frog, wait they’re two
I laugh to see you jump off and fall
Again like so many times before
Horses and ponies and unicorns too
You draw them all in my book
I spill coffee onto them
Look! Brown breeds, you said,
Flip the next page and start again
-FG
July 3, 2009
nope, it's not a technical error
i've changed the blog's url. the old address will take you to my new blog.
so to be clear, i have two blogspots:
-ezarinaaziz.blogspot.com
-ezarina-aziz.blogspot.com.
feel free to drop by. adios!
so to be clear, i have two blogspots:
-ezarinaaziz.blogspot.com
-ezarina-aziz.blogspot.com.
feel free to drop by. adios!
May 25, 2009
SillyGiddy
He smiles a lot.
He grins too much.
He jokes around.
He laughs out loud.
He smiles at me.
He grins silly.
We joke around.
He makes me giddy.
Giddy, giddy me.
Silly, silly him.
Lots of laughter,
In between.
He jokes around.
He laughs out loud.
He smiles at me.
He grins silly.
We joke around.
He makes me giddy.
Giddy, giddy me.
Silly, silly him.
Lots of laughter,
In between.
May 20, 2009
it's the hormones talking
Isn’t it sad to see?
Couples in love in love?
So ignorant of the possibility?
That the love they love won’t last?
Is there actually true love?
Or the concept soul-mate?
Can we believe in destiny?
Do people actually trust fate?
Were Romeo and Juliet stupid?
Or too young to know?
that poison actually kills?
And suicidal blows?
Is there one for each?
Is there the word forever?
But what happens to serendipity?
And after ever after?
Cinderella will get fat,
Prince Charming won’t stay charmed,
Jack Dawson didn’t get to cheat Rose,
Well, because in the end he drowned.
What’s the point you ponder?
Why, you may ask?
Well, it’s a waste of time, right?
And you should get a life.
Couples in love in love?
So ignorant of the possibility?
That the love they love won’t last?
Is there actually true love?
Or the concept soul-mate?
Can we believe in destiny?
Do people actually trust fate?
Were Romeo and Juliet stupid?
Or too young to know?
that poison actually kills?
And suicidal blows?
Is there one for each?
Is there the word forever?
But what happens to serendipity?
And after ever after?
Cinderella will get fat,
Prince Charming won’t stay charmed,
Jack Dawson didn’t get to cheat Rose,
Well, because in the end he drowned.
What’s the point you ponder?
Why, you may ask?
Well, it’s a waste of time, right?
And you should get a life.
April 16, 2009
April 15, 2009
Smiling sun
Yellow leaves
Feathery pillow
Evening breeze
A pink rose.
Orchid buds
Soapy water
Gentle raindrops
Floating bubbles.
The last star
The first dew
A smiling sun
Thoughts of you.
April 6, 2009
in vain
She with her silver cool air
She with the black hair
Plays with life’s poker
Gambling it all together
She with that golden smile
She with the caring eyes
Laughs in spite of her curse
That I did come here first
She with her blackened soul
She with the heart of gold
Sticks with loyalty for long
Till I sang her the last song
She with the friendship band
She with her loving hands
Gave all to me in vain
And left when I am sane
She who hates empty seat
She with her harsh lips
Proud and strong she walked
and took along her charm of luck
Plays with life’s poker
Gambling it all together
She with that golden smile
She with the caring eyes
Laughs in spite of her curse
That I did come here first
She with her blackened soul
She with the heart of gold
Sticks with loyalty for long
Till I sang her the last song
She with the friendship band
She with her loving hands
Gave all to me in vain
And left when I am sane
She who hates empty seat
She with her harsh lips
Proud and strong she walked
and took along her charm of luck
March 14, 2009
February 18, 2009
Speak of The Devil
Speak of the devil, And now he’s back
With devilish grin, His groove intact
His horns are hidden, His manners not lack
He works alone, But born in pack
He wears fine mask, Expensive, in fact
But the eyes are his, Shiny and black
In a glossy red car, He slides over town
Suavely, smoothly, Turns heads and frowns
Perfectly created, From the underground
With the main purpose: To make girls’ hearts pound
Beware, be careful, Tell all around
You sell your soul, With him you’re bound
He’ll ask nicely, You’ll think he’s fine
Give little at first, Because he looks so kind
With fresh smell of lemon, Lips red like wine
He’ll ask for more, More and more in time
With Lust and Pride you play, Greed and Gluttony you dine
And Wrath and Sloth you sleep with , And Envy in mind
But when you die, You die alone
Hopeless tears you weep, Wasted words you moan
Gone are the wines, Cash, Guns and all known
You cry for comfort , And the forgotten home
The cold air is tight, It numbs your bones
You call out to him, Then beside you he roams
He’ll pull out the mask, and say cruelly
“I’m the Devil, you see, and nothing is free
Your soul is mine, But the sins you keep
Heaven is off limit, For you to be
It’s where cupids fly, And angels meet
Your place is here, Down here with me”.
With devilish grin, His groove intact
His horns are hidden, His manners not lack
He works alone, But born in pack
He wears fine mask, Expensive, in fact
But the eyes are his, Shiny and black
In a glossy red car, He slides over town
Suavely, smoothly, Turns heads and frowns
Perfectly created, From the underground
With the main purpose: To make girls’ hearts pound
Beware, be careful, Tell all around
You sell your soul, With him you’re bound
He’ll ask nicely, You’ll think he’s fine
Give little at first, Because he looks so kind
With fresh smell of lemon, Lips red like wine
He’ll ask for more, More and more in time
With Lust and Pride you play, Greed and Gluttony you dine
And Wrath and Sloth you sleep with , And Envy in mind
But when you die, You die alone
Hopeless tears you weep, Wasted words you moan
Gone are the wines, Cash, Guns and all known
You cry for comfort , And the forgotten home
The cold air is tight, It numbs your bones
You call out to him, Then beside you he roams
He’ll pull out the mask, and say cruelly
“I’m the Devil, you see, and nothing is free
Your soul is mine, But the sins you keep
Heaven is off limit, For you to be
It’s where cupids fly, And angels meet
Your place is here, Down here with me”.
February 15, 2009
Fire for Fire
Fight blood with blood
And power with power
He has killed your son
You will then kill his father
Oh, it’s easier to avenge
Than to very much forgive
You will not stop first
He should pay for your grieve.
With hands, guns, and bombs
Fight fire with fire
He killed your mother
You will now rape his sister
They scream and you shout back
Their tears won’t weaken you
You have lost so much
So they will lose all too.
It’s their fault not yours
They hit and you attack
You punch and they fight back
But in the end, oh, what a shame
In the land you both called home
Stood empty houses, laid you and him
With dried blood in your finger nails
The scores are even, nobody wins.
And power with power
He has killed your son
You will then kill his father
Oh, it’s easier to avenge
Than to very much forgive
You will not stop first
He should pay for your grieve.
With hands, guns, and bombs
Fight fire with fire
He killed your mother
You will now rape his sister
They scream and you shout back
Their tears won’t weaken you
You have lost so much
So they will lose all too.
It’s their fault not yours
They hit and you attack
You punch and they fight back
But in the end, oh, what a shame
In the land you both called home
Stood empty houses, laid you and him
With dried blood in your finger nails
The scores are even, nobody wins.
February 4, 2009
Red and Loud
You wouldn’t let me write your name
on the same page of love and flowery words.
I was still me and according to you, the same,
on the page of flowers and lovely verbs.
You’d think that it’s easier now that you’re wise
And old heart can’t beat in brand new chests
You’d think that hate could overcome love
And skin couldn’t sense their better half
I thought that it should have been strange and hard
Now that the wounds had been stitched shut
I wished that his smell isn’t stuck to my blouse
And the flashbacks aren’t so clear and loud
Why were you so mean and spoke so true?
Me in my fantasy land, you said, so in tune.
You are blazing fire and I am greenish blue.
You burn and burst and I am all but not like you.
on the same page of love and flowery words.
I was still me and according to you, the same,
on the page of flowers and lovely verbs.
You’d think that it’s easier now that you’re wise
And old heart can’t beat in brand new chests
You’d think that hate could overcome love
And skin couldn’t sense their better half
I thought that it should have been strange and hard
Now that the wounds had been stitched shut
I wished that his smell isn’t stuck to my blouse
And the flashbacks aren’t so clear and loud
Why were you so mean and spoke so true?
Me in my fantasy land, you said, so in tune.
You are blazing fire and I am greenish blue.
You burn and burst and I am all but not like you.
January 11, 2009
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