Fiction illusions

You Belong to Me

So far, You Belong to Me;

You made it through, unharmed, sensibly safe in bed.

Reaching out for a heart wrapped in dark love.

Never satisfy of your passions as years passed us by;

Such a nightmare.

Fires in your tummy calls us;

Endlessly, no clue, no trace; I would crawl to you,

Your arms shacked; got weaker after midnight;

I crave for your gentle touch. It cuts like a knife,

I am strangled

You experienced the awfulness of my wounds;

Profound across my lung; remember?; Surely.

Are we getting serious here?

Cutie, you are sinking in my velvet sadness again.

Gosh, that irritates my dead soul, breaks my heart.

Calm me down, sweetie.

I am waiting to fall into a forest, between your arms- to warm my frozen empty bones.

It is pretty much what we need to baby. Now, give me your cold hand, feel my dead heart beats.

Do you have any tiny rhythm? Hell, I am bleeding right now?

Will you ever give a damn at all? Oh, great stuff. I knew it.

Now what?; My sweetheart, just come down from that ugly glamorous lounge in your stinky fort.

I am not so fine; you are on my cold mind, under my skin.

After all those years, I am still all lost without you sugar, lost;

Abandoned till dawn.

Well, I have simply lost trace of our love, romance has disappeared forever.

You locked my veins; I scream and collapse- joyfully.

Any cracks in your heart?

Your arms to rap me up when I fall like a broken leave.

It is our destiny baby, no choice what so ever.

That is my eternal dream as high hopes get blurred.

Now and forever; Never drift away.

You are still my fascination.

And, So far;

You Belong to Me.


doing nothing

”A life spent making mistakes is not only honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.”

_George Bernhard Shaw


Hold on mate..

” its not just something you take its given.” just that for now.


can you?

be like the tree; let dead leaves fall”; -Al Romy

Fiction illusions Poem

Chains of pain

Once in a dream

Saw your waist

Dragged over

Lost in darkness

Hear my heart beats

Feel sweat on my neck

I am like a rose

As dead one

Take me now

To hell

No matter where

Set me free

Pains relief my nerves

Damn it, I am still into deep

With you

All the way

I adore your chains of pain

Bring it home again.


feelin stinky numb baby..

Flash Fiction Poem

A trailing game

Is it yours baby?

A glamorous figure?

Scream and yale,

Not in the face on a rainy day,

Carry it away, supposedly get rid of your fears

Lost in your red hair, hear my moans, give me your sick heart

Remember those vicious jerks

Feel their fiery blood, slated skin

Taste if you will the trace of agony

Pains exploded in your nasty mind

Thoughts of deep cries

The minute you show off,

Go to bed alone foolishly

Count on carelessness

Feel my cold shivering tummy,

Stare at my angry eyes and forget it all

Wonder where it will take you

Down the dark desert

Wolfs sanctions the corners

Morning will not save you

An end to my suffering girl

Past dawn,

An extravagant termination to your game.

Flash Fiction Poem

Feel alive

I need that feeling…

I need that bloody feeling…

I need that fancy sexy feeling…

I need that touch, that curved waist…

I need that extravagant taste of your lips…

I need to hear a high heel approaching my doorstep…

I need to smell your crazy perfume melted on your neck…

I need to get into a plane with you in that dark tight satin dress…

I need to swim, dance, sing, jump barefooted…

I need life…

I need you.

Flash Fiction

We are different

Admit it, dare to say; so different…

When you get fed up of my jazz music,

When I can not look at your hair cut,

We never see each other in dreams,

When I hate the sound of your washing machine,

You can not tolerate me playing my guitar Saturday night,

When I miss that dress, though, emotions revealed,

Should I dream of another angle!

How did we have our four kids; you wonder,

Do or do not believe that owls fall in love,

Never mind fish memory; it is my treat…

Thirty-seven yours back; remember the first kiss?

Answer me.  Do not just stand still,,,even trees sway..

I hate your silence, your whispers, even your hair cut and the way you dance.

We are different…that is why I lingered on all those nasty years.

Flash Fiction Poem

fool no more

A line is drawn right now in my wild jungle of thoughts,

Breath my stinky loneliness.

Head north or south, you will not find me;

Leaning on your ugly chest,

Longing for an old fashionable hug;

Slow and tight, I will squeeze your waist..

It is gonna take ages till you can do it again,

No more stupid men waiting for your belly to move on stage,

Lights are on, no more jokers around…

Your thighs slimed, your eyes lost its brightness,

Your soul has gone under, there is a new generation now,

Blonds, or else, whatever, so;

What to do now? Can you still pay him to love you?

Baby, feel me now. I am gone;

This time it is forever. I am a fool for you no more.


The beauty of arabic music

I just wanted to share with you all this great piece of music for one of the best Lebanese composers and singers, Melhem Barakat. Please enjoy the sensation.