Saturday, December 31, 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
I've come home
Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun
And the days blur into one
And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done
Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass
Was never much but we made the most
Welcome home
Ships are launching from my chest
Some have names but most do not
If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost
Heal the scars from off my back
I don't need them anymore
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars
I've come home
All my nightmares escaped my head
Bar the door, please don't let them in
You were never supposed to leave
Now my head's splitting at the seams
And I don't know if I can
Here, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs press into my skin again
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Being vain once in awhile wouldn't hurt..
So I was pretty bummed out for having to spend my ‘Christmas Holiday’ tomorrow with a bunch of needles and rats (don’t ask what I’ll be doin.. But I’m pretty sure pinky and the brain ain’t gonna like it hahaha :P).. And I was browsing thru my previous posts which I gotta boldly admit that they’ve been quite depressing and serious lately.. haven’t they? Like.. whatever happened to the fun and crazy side of Yasmin??? Well, she’s still here alright.. stiiiiilll here! And tonight, to kill the effin’ boredom, that side of hers felt like vain-ing. Most probably not a sight most of ya’ll would wanna witness, but hey, its my blog… So fuck y’all haters out there coz I don’t give a shit.. Merry Christmas!! PUHHHEEACEEEE!
Good to know i can still make myself happy all on my own... alhamdulillah! :)
Friday, December 23, 2011
Don't ever remind me..
It's only love,
It's only pain,
It's only fear,
that runs through my veins..
Its all these things that i can't explain
that make me human..
It's only pain,
It's only fear,
that runs through my veins..
Its all these things that i can't explain
that make me human..
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
~Come on skinny love, just last the year..
Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order's tall
I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different "kind"
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines
Come on skinny love what happened here
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full; so slow on the split
I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted?
Then who the hell was I?
Now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Words
Words,
Like knives, they are.
Knives that can slice you into pieces,
silently with their swift movements
without you even noticing that its happening,
only to feel the pain right after,
and be left dumbfounded of how it could pain you in the first place.
Words,
Like fuckin knives, they are,
They're like knives, and all of us know it.
All of us had a taste of it at some point of our lives,
or perhaps ALL points of our lives,
we know it, yet we ourselves use them obliviously.
What the fuck is wrong with us?
Like knives, they are.
Knives that can slice you into pieces,
silently with their swift movements
without you even noticing that its happening,
only to feel the pain right after,
and be left dumbfounded of how it could pain you in the first place.
Words,
Like fuckin knives, they are,
They're like knives, and all of us know it.
All of us had a taste of it at some point of our lives,
or perhaps ALL points of our lives,
we know it, yet we ourselves use them obliviously.
What the fuck is wrong with us?
A random moment
And so,
I walked in the rain today.
Alone and torn,
I walked in the rain without a concern.
And its of these isolated moments,
Thoughts,
flashes of past memories,
they came knocking down the barriers of one's mind.
Rain was never a problem in Coleraine,
We walked in the rain everyday Najwa and I.
We walked in the rain everyday and we got used to it.
Its a miracle, the works of adaptation, really.
Imagine life without adaptation,
We humans would perish at the slightest of conflicts.
Perish and can never stand back up.
Imagine life without adaptation,
You and I,
we wouldn't be here.
We wouldn't be walking down streets
because there'll be people walking against us,
We wouldn't be exploring the world because its not pavement-ed like the floors of our homes,
because at some parts,
you'll find grass,
You'll find grass
and you'll freak out,
At some parts,
You'll find sand,
At some parts,
You'll find mud that snuggles your feet an inch deep whenever u take a step in,
You'll find all sorts of surfaces,
You'll find all sorts of surfaces but you can't adapt.
And for not being able to adapt,
means not being able to tolerate,
it means to not have that space to accept differences
and without tolerance,
we can never move forward.
We live in a diverse world,
Each and everyone of us,
We're meant to be different from one another.
Situations are meant to be different from one another.
If you're hoping for everybody to be just like you,
to think just like you,
then i suggest you live on an island,
where population is 1,
where everybody,
is you.
But if you're thinking of living in this world,
Instead of fighting diversity,
You embrace it.
Instead of fretting how life constantly changes,
Learn from it.
Learn from these changes.
Adapt to it,
conquer it,
and make it YOUR scene.
Accept the fact that people do things for their own reasons.
And don't just learn of the things they do,
Have that space to understand why.
And you'll find answers that'll make your heart grow stronger,
and your mind grow wiser.
I remembered a significant person in my life,
One who pulled a stunt that shook the world.
A stunt that set a barrier between the past and present.
And unfortunately, i was part of the past.
And uptill today, people ponder on why,
people assume, and talk like they know everything.
As their eyes blared and their mouths spat in motions of confidence,
they talk like they know everything,
I tend to talk, too.
But really, deep deep down,
i believe she had her reasons.
Reasons we may not understand,
Reasons that made her choose the life she has now,
and that would give her the future she's meant to have.
And i believe it'll be a bright one for her.
I miss her very much though.
I walked in the rain today,
alone and torn,
and i keep walking.
I walked in the rain today.
Alone and torn,
I walked in the rain without a concern.
And its of these isolated moments,
Thoughts,
flashes of past memories,
they came knocking down the barriers of one's mind.
Rain was never a problem in Coleraine,
We walked in the rain everyday Najwa and I.
We walked in the rain everyday and we got used to it.
Its a miracle, the works of adaptation, really.
Imagine life without adaptation,
We humans would perish at the slightest of conflicts.
Perish and can never stand back up.
Imagine life without adaptation,
You and I,
we wouldn't be here.
We wouldn't be walking down streets
because there'll be people walking against us,
We wouldn't be exploring the world because its not pavement-ed like the floors of our homes,
because at some parts,
you'll find grass,
You'll find grass
and you'll freak out,
At some parts,
You'll find sand,
At some parts,
You'll find mud that snuggles your feet an inch deep whenever u take a step in,
You'll find all sorts of surfaces,
You'll find all sorts of surfaces but you can't adapt.
And for not being able to adapt,
means not being able to tolerate,
it means to not have that space to accept differences
and without tolerance,
we can never move forward.
We live in a diverse world,
Each and everyone of us,
We're meant to be different from one another.
Situations are meant to be different from one another.
If you're hoping for everybody to be just like you,
to think just like you,
then i suggest you live on an island,
where population is 1,
where everybody,
is you.
But if you're thinking of living in this world,
Instead of fighting diversity,
You embrace it.
Instead of fretting how life constantly changes,
Learn from it.
Learn from these changes.
Adapt to it,
conquer it,
and make it YOUR scene.
Accept the fact that people do things for their own reasons.
And don't just learn of the things they do,
Have that space to understand why.
And you'll find answers that'll make your heart grow stronger,
and your mind grow wiser.
I remembered a significant person in my life,
One who pulled a stunt that shook the world.
A stunt that set a barrier between the past and present.
And unfortunately, i was part of the past.
And uptill today, people ponder on why,
people assume, and talk like they know everything.
As their eyes blared and their mouths spat in motions of confidence,
they talk like they know everything,
I tend to talk, too.
But really, deep deep down,
i believe she had her reasons.
Reasons we may not understand,
Reasons that made her choose the life she has now,
and that would give her the future she's meant to have.
And i believe it'll be a bright one for her.
I miss her very much though.
I walked in the rain today,
alone and torn,
and i keep walking.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Phases of life
I believe,
that every time you go through a phase in life,
you'll be making a discovery about yourself.
These phases,
like jigsaw puzzle pieces,
they'll be adding themselves to your picture,
revealing whats truly you the more you experience them.
uncovering your true colours,
discovering who you really are.
And while they build you,
You'll be meeting people along the way,
other people who's with their own incomplete portrait hanging around their necks,
trying to find those out there,
who can understand them,
who can accept that incomplete picture,
who can interpret it for them,
make sense of it for them,
just like you with your own incomplete portrait.
And the key of understanding,
is to have certain pieces that could connect with one another.
To find someone that has enough pieces to understand you and accept you,
takes a lot of mathematics.
Allah's mathematics.
One that factorizes time,
differentiates experiences,
multiplies desire, feelings, and passion,
and divides principles, and faith.
The kind of mathematics that our brain cannot even begin to ponder the works of it.
And to have actually found someone along the way
with enough pieces to understand you,
and accept you for who you are,
even if its a temporary thing,
is truly a blessing.
Making everything that you've been through,
worth it.
that every time you go through a phase in life,
you'll be making a discovery about yourself.
These phases,
like jigsaw puzzle pieces,
they'll be adding themselves to your picture,
revealing whats truly you the more you experience them.
uncovering your true colours,
discovering who you really are.
And while they build you,
You'll be meeting people along the way,
other people who's with their own incomplete portrait hanging around their necks,
trying to find those out there,
who can understand them,
who can accept that incomplete picture,
who can interpret it for them,
make sense of it for them,
just like you with your own incomplete portrait.
And the key of understanding,
is to have certain pieces that could connect with one another.
To find someone that has enough pieces to understand you and accept you,
takes a lot of mathematics.
Allah's mathematics.
One that factorizes time,
differentiates experiences,
multiplies desire, feelings, and passion,
and divides principles, and faith.
The kind of mathematics that our brain cannot even begin to ponder the works of it.
And to have actually found someone along the way
with enough pieces to understand you,
and accept you for who you are,
even if its a temporary thing,
is truly a blessing.
Making everything that you've been through,
worth it.
Katy Perry's The One That Got Away - A Short Piano cover by me :)
personally like the original video to this particular song. I find it rather sad and moving. And i felt like making a cover for it has been awhile since my last cover, so i decided to do one on this! :) Perhaps i couldve done better, but i hope this will do :) Enjoy!
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Acclivitous - An original by Me with strings and guitar this time around :)
Hey you guys! :) I was inspired this morning, and managed to come up with this! The sync of the guitar is a bit messed up, i know, but i didn't feel like recording the guitar again, so i just made use of what i already haf lol. Enjoy!
ah yes, thank you 19, for the title suggestion :)
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