Minds to fill.

A man gets tired, no matter how motivated he might be,
They say this is life, it is hard and never easy.
We run, run, run and run,
Take a deep breath but the change is none.
Some choose the easy path:
drugs, alcohol and more than that;
They find it hard to deal with
All the debts and diseases that doesn't make sense.
Others choose to fight,
And see life from another sight.
They say life goes on,
No matter how hard it gets, we should stay strong.
There's no excuse for foolish behaviors,
Can't stand my mother's tears.
I owe her much more than the suffer
She'll witness over the years.
"Life's a bitch, and then you die"
Heard that phrase so many times.
I repeat it once in a while,
But I know that it's not mine.
I'm an optimist, hope I'll always be
Life is hard, but it Does get easy.
I say it's the way we live it, the way we adapt
It's a matter of a hatred or a joy inside.
People always want more.
I am grateful for what I have;
A shelter, a family, bread and home.
If you think it's not enough, then it's just sad.
You people are missing the big picture here,
Which is to live like no one's near
to watch your moves and to criticize;
The smallest mistake you try to hide.
Life is hard, but it Does get easy
Only when you find your inner peace.
Cause believe me, nothing's gonna make you happy
If deep down inside you still wanna scream.

Man at his lowest.

It really upsets me when I witness horrible crimes that involve blood, pain, and stripping off skin. I usually don’t build my happiness over someone else’s, so what about those people who kill in order to be fashionable?  The Man is a horrible, horrible creature, and God would’ve been ashamed to see what’s happening here. We usually run away when we see a ferocious animal while the human being is a way lot fiercer. I’m talking about those prestigious people who would kill – literally – to look good. Animals have no voice to speak, so that’s the card you use to play your filthy game. You take a creature, whether it’s innocent or not that’s not your decision to make, and torture it with full conscious. You take a creature, torture it with full conscious, pay a fortune and wear its skin with full pride. Child abuse, woman abuse, that wasn’t enough, we have now something where the man shows his so called “superiority”, and torture another God’s creations, another soul, to satisfy his shallowness. And what hurts me the most is that there’s nothing we can do about it in this stupid country where a human soul doesn’t count, so what about an animal’s?

I hope that someday, a very near day, we can actually act rather than just blog about it, shout rather than write about it, and save, rather than dream about it. I’m a big animal lover, and I love justice. If animals don’t have the gift of speaking, what’s your excuse?

Mirror mirror on the wall, how many times should we fall?

She had enough, sick of it all.
She looked in the mirror, saw bruises from her fall.
Silly how could she be?
Out of all people, she believed
That he is the one, the one for her
After all, she was desperate, and God was she hurt..
He fooled her with words he learned from here and there
She should have known better, that's all I have to say.
Ashamed and scared from the stupidest mistakes.
They say you'll learn with time.. Hasn't time moved yet?
Looking in her mirror, she can't notice but the scars
Then looked in deeper, and saw her broken heart.
She stepped back, not aware of what she noticed,
Fell on the ground, wth tears wrote down "Stupid".
She refuses to be a joke, for him or anyone else
But after what happened, could she really say that?
I looked up in my mirror, trying to calm her down;
She refused to listen, I have always been a stubborn.
She draw a smile on her face, and faked it like I always did
Stepped away from the mirror, but her soul was stuck there.




P.S- this one is fictitious.

I usually don’t share my personal issues, but now that the secret’s out I thought what the hell.  Mexico, USA, Miami… and Lebanon. Too many countries are dealing with the same problem: drugs. Some people die from cancer, others from heart attacks or any sort of disease, that might be understandable, but to take your life with your own hands? I’m afraid that’s not. My generation might be a little f***** up, but let’s share the blame here. Most of drug addicts are victims of child abuse and domestic violence, and I’m not giving them excuses, hell no, I’m just pointing out facts that our society is suffering from. What I wanted to say was that I had a very close friend of mine who had a lot of problems at home, parents got divorced at a young age, a junky abusive married dad with a kid , a prestigious married mom with another kid, so as you’d predict, the boy took the wrong path. He started to hang out with the wrong people at the wrong places, skipping school, partying every single night, and of course, using Drugs. Things started with an ecstasy pill which is well known in the party zone as a “trance-like state in which an individual transcends normal consciousness”. Then things led to another, and he’s only using ecstasy pills now to wake himself up from a big amount of heroine, speed, and you name it. I have witnessed Horrible things that a normal 16 years old girl wouldn’t have the courage to talk about, but I really wanted to share my experience even if it would mean nothing to you. I knew this guy from a long time and I started noticing the symptoms. I thought I could help him on my own, I didn’t want to turn him in because that might’ve been a backstab so I stood there for a while, but there’s only so much a girl can take.  Making a long story short, he went to the hospital after a serious talk but of course, that wouldn’t do much, he needed rehab. He still refuses that idea, but I did my best. Still, I’m nothing but a human being, I have emotions, and I am still in shock of what happened to me these past few months. I mean, I still don’t get it, why would people do that? Why would they use something they know it’s gonna lead them to nowhere? And what’s even worse is that they sell these substances to other teenagers in order to give them an amount of money. Yeah, people’s life is now measured by the amount of cocaine they hide in their socks drawer. What a shame.. I don’t know if you really get what I’m feeling right now, it’s the first time that words betray me. Here’s a little something I wrote on my way back from school, watching that guy getting into a black Mercedes with a girl who used to be his friend, and now she’s his drug dealer:

Disappointment. What a big word.
Disappointment. The amount of hurt
It still surprises me, I thought I learned not to.
All of the agony, the despair and lies too.
It hit me all the sudden, at the middle of my laughter;
I realized it’s a matter of a happily never after.
What is going on? This isn’t the world
Where Jesus walked on, and God made us from dirt!
Man’s using the gift to destroy another;
I’m talking about the brain, which gonna vanish our Mother.
Life is precious, so is your soul.
To you, your mother, and your whole home.
I hope you’ll understand where this is coming from
I’m talking on the behalf of a mother who’s crying every night
On the behalf of a father whom you barely know his smile
On the behalf of sisters whom you ask money from
On the behalf of brothers who are ashamed to be so.
You say you want to live?
Are you the only one who desires that?
Or all these people are just stupid for walking on the right path?
Stop making excuses.
Handle the truth.
Be grateful for what you have,
I would if I were you.
You are weak. Man up.
Respect yourself for god’s sake and WAKE UP!