<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:17:53.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~Maha &amp; Poetry~*</title><subtitle type='html'>Here you can find authentic original prose composed by Sharifah Maha AlZawawi. Most poetries posted here are based on personal experiences however some experiences were borrowed. Please show your encouragement to motivate her to continue composing...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-5797261659923340049</id><published>2011-01-10T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T04:03:30.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cahaya Pantai</title><content type='html'>ibadahku bak bintang&lt;br /&gt;malap di malam gelap&lt;br /&gt;bertaburan di langit&lt;br /&gt;berkelip di tengah malam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dosaku bak pasir pantai&lt;br /&gt;sejauh mata memandang&lt;br /&gt;terbangan ditiup angin &lt;br /&gt;berenang ditelan ombak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuhanku ku mohon&lt;br /&gt;perlambatkan subuhMu&lt;br /&gt;izinku tambah bintangku&lt;br /&gt;terangi malam hariku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuhanku ku pinta&lt;br /&gt;sucikan pasirku&lt;br /&gt;jadikannya mutiara&lt;br /&gt;perhiasan akhiratku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maha El Zawawi, 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-5797261659923340049?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5797261659923340049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=5797261659923340049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/5797261659923340049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/5797261659923340049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/01/cahaya-pantai.html' title='Cahaya Pantai'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-7838782847328985025</id><published>2010-12-30T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T04:01:57.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doa</title><content type='html'>Ya Rabb, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am a hypocrite,&lt;br /&gt;i worth as good as coal,&lt;br /&gt;i dare say i'm a sinner,&lt;br /&gt;with all my heart and soul,&lt;br /&gt;i lie, i cheat and i steal,&lt;br /&gt;from sand to bars of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But Ya Rabb please believe me,&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying as much as i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Rabb,&lt;br /&gt;i'm very much aware,&lt;br /&gt;of the power that You hold,&lt;br /&gt;i pray that You'll forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;before i get too old,&lt;br /&gt;i've done all but yet to kill,&lt;br /&gt;my inner selfish ghoul,&lt;br /&gt;So Ya Rabb please forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;my sin as a mortal, flesh and soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-7838782847328985025?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7838782847328985025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=7838782847328985025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/7838782847328985025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/7838782847328985025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/12/doa.html' title='Doa'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-4622048547123736081</id><published>2010-11-23T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:38:38.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When things are better from afar</title><content type='html'>When I was young I used to like everything that was free&lt;br /&gt;The air, the space, the playing-ground, the originality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all made friends so easily, all we need was a little bravery&lt;br /&gt;We like and hate each other but there was no hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all can’t wait to grow up tall and wear the high heeled shoes&lt;br /&gt;The boys had other things in mind but they want to grow up too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers told us what to do and say we can all do it&lt;br /&gt;“The chances are right in front of you, the sky is your limit”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day we go to school and learn about the stars&lt;br /&gt;The shining stars, the Superstar and then there were also Rockstars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am taller, the sky seems closer, I think of my yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Like the moons and the stars and the meteorites&lt;br /&gt;Some things are better in Space&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-4622048547123736081?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-5186574525564959112</id><published>2010-11-23T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:37:40.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cries of a young beggar</title><content type='html'>As I scream as I shout&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me out?&lt;br /&gt;Must I speak your language?&lt;br /&gt;For you to safe this “savage”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me! Help me!&lt;br /&gt;I may not say it&lt;br /&gt;But if I do say it&lt;br /&gt;Would you listen to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you hear is “Help Me!”&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is “Save Me!”&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You’ll see through the lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once a prince&lt;br /&gt;Or as happy and free&lt;br /&gt;How this came to be&lt;br /&gt;I still could not believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen dogs&lt;br /&gt;Living better than me&lt;br /&gt;I have seen lizards&lt;br /&gt;Wearing jewelries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all these ludicrousy,&lt;br /&gt;I still couldn’t fathom&lt;br /&gt;How a human like me;&lt;br /&gt;Be treated like a phantom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe your pity&lt;br /&gt;That’s no good for me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need to be reminded&lt;br /&gt;How sorry I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing me beg “please”&lt;br /&gt;For something not for me&lt;br /&gt;Sounds awkward and weird&lt;br /&gt;Especially for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unless you plan&lt;br /&gt;To practice all you preach&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a dime&lt;br /&gt;And keep your sympathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-5186574525564959112?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5186574525564959112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=5186574525564959112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/5186574525564959112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/5186574525564959112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/11/cries-of-young-beggar.html' title='The cries of a young beggar'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-7059628822298306560</id><published>2010-11-23T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:32:42.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Point</title><content type='html'>What’s the point of globalization,&lt;br /&gt;           when all must follow ONE race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point of education,&lt;br /&gt;            when everyone becomes more stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point of lighting a candle,&lt;br /&gt;            when you don’t know why you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point of being in the know,&lt;br /&gt;            when you do nothing about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point of giving rights,&lt;br /&gt;            when we are set to abuse it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point of voting elections,&lt;br /&gt;            when you don’t see the worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point of “fighting for peace”&lt;br /&gt;            when we only see more killing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point of being humans,&lt;br /&gt;            when we act nothing like it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-7059628822298306560?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7059628822298306560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=7059628822298306560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/7059628822298306560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/7059628822298306560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/11/point.html' title='The Point'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-1869532587703413694</id><published>2010-11-23T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:24:12.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Point</title><content type='html'>What’s the point of globalization,&lt;br /&gt;when all must follow ONE race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point of education,&lt;br /&gt;when everyone becomes more stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point of lighting a candle,&lt;br /&gt;            when you don’t know why you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point of being in the know,&lt;br /&gt;when you do nothing about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point of giving rights,&lt;br /&gt;when we are set to abuse it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point of voting elections,&lt;br /&gt;            when you don’t see the worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point of “fighting for peace”&lt;br /&gt;            when we only see more killing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point of being humans,&lt;br /&gt;            when we act nothing like it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-1869532587703413694?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1869532587703413694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=1869532587703413694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/1869532587703413694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/1869532587703413694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/11/your-point.html' title='Your Point'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;Then maybe one day food comes to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-1866382483672652232?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1866382483672652232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=1866382483672652232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/1866382483672652232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/1866382483672652232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/11/remember-me-remember-me.html' title='Remember Me, Remember Me'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-3958215823319589763</id><published>2010-11-23T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:30:12.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Special</title><content type='html'>Hello you there, how do you do?&lt;br /&gt;My name is Special, how about you?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stare at me like that, you’d hate it too.&lt;br /&gt;I have down-syndrome, but I’m not a cuckoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need your pity I don’t need your change&lt;br /&gt;It’s time that you realize your views need to change&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wish to be like you I am happy as I am&lt;br /&gt;Swimming free in my own wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to grow in my very own place&lt;br /&gt;To learn and to know at my very own pace&lt;br /&gt;You’re not like me as I’m not like you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve no expectation to be just like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you realize we’re not the same&lt;br /&gt;I’ve started my very own personal game&lt;br /&gt;To reach to the end contented and sane&lt;br /&gt;With no additional scars and within my own lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m happier than you and luckier than you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have to fit in any prints of blue&lt;br /&gt;Instead of changing me to be someone like you&lt;br /&gt;Learn to accept and treat me as one of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need to know is I’m not a cat&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t fly so high unless on a jet&lt;br /&gt;Be kind to all people; be them girls or them boys&lt;br /&gt;Be a good person and care for my toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said I’m human but not like the rest&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be a doctor and I can’t be a vet&lt;br /&gt;But I could be happy if I choose to be&lt;br /&gt;And I could be lovely as long as I’m me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-3958215823319589763?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3958215823319589763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=3958215823319589763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/3958215823319589763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/3958215823319589763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-name-is-special.html' title='My name is Special'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-3847867509667820875</id><published>2010-11-22T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:27:44.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blink, Just Once</title><content type='html'>I could be your Ma&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for your return&lt;br /&gt;Praying for your safety&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving your bad deeds&lt;br /&gt;Blink, just once-I could be your Ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be your Pa&lt;br /&gt;The one who brought you up&lt;br /&gt;Made your fantasies give up&lt;br /&gt;Told you what life is all about&lt;br /&gt;Blink, just once-I could be your Pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be your Sister,&lt;br /&gt;The girl you worry about&lt;br /&gt;With love unconditioned&lt;br /&gt;One you love, hate yet somehow trust&lt;br /&gt;Blink, just once – I could be your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be your brother&lt;br /&gt;The one you risk to protect&lt;br /&gt;Who knows just what to say&lt;br /&gt;Or believes you’re the best&lt;br /&gt;Blink, just once – I could be your brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be your friend,&lt;br /&gt;The one you share your childhood with&lt;br /&gt;Or one you met in college&lt;br /&gt;The BFF till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Blink, just once – I could be your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could be the one you call the one&lt;br /&gt;The love of your life, the mate to your soul&lt;br /&gt;Be right by your side till the day we grow old&lt;br /&gt;Blink, just once – I could be your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blink, just onceBefore you hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;Before you kill me,&lt;br /&gt;Before you finish me off&lt;br /&gt;For I could be your you, your he, your her,&lt;br /&gt;As I am a him, a her, a you to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this when i saw a photo of a soldier who was pointing a rifle to a woman's head at point blank range.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-3847867509667820875?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3847867509667820875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=3847867509667820875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/3847867509667820875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/3847867509667820875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/11/blink-just-once.html' title='Blink, Just Once'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-8239476344504312530</id><published>2010-10-07T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T18:36:28.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in-sane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who are you calling dear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i the person you're talking to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't see no one else in this room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who are you calling darling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i the one you're showering kisses to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for there's no one else here but me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop in your tracks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have you gone mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you think i still love you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after all that you said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who was the one who stood by you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kept all of her words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loved no one but you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't see no one else in this room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who was the person you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;build all her dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then left her crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for there's no one else here hurt but me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop in your tracks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have you gone mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how could i still love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after all that you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cried till i could cry no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hurt till i could feel no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can never see you the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after you treat our love just like a game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop in your tracks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have you gone mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you think i still love you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after all that you said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you say i've changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you said you love me yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 moons have passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why did you wait to tell me today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-8239476344504312530?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8239476344504312530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=8239476344504312530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/8239476344504312530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/8239476344504312530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-sane.html' title='in-sane'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-6625061647346070288</id><published>2010-10-07T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T18:35:34.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Promise Me a Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't come closer&lt;br /&gt;if you've intentions to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word&lt;br /&gt;if you'll end up lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't promise me a heart&lt;br /&gt;if you don't understand aim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend you know&lt;br /&gt;when you're just born yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't act like you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;when you don't even know pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't preach like a Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;when all you know is ABC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come any closer&lt;br /&gt;to my believing heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-6625061647346070288?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6625061647346070288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=6625061647346070288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/6625061647346070288'/><link 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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The same blood flows through our veins&lt;br /&gt;The same spirit will burn through our heart&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Falling introduce us to rising&lt;br /&gt;Failing make us understand success&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So cry till you could sob no more&lt;br /&gt;Scream until your lungs give out&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remember this period of agony and pain&lt;br /&gt;Revive today’s suffering and ache&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Weep your last tears of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;We’ll celebrate your glory tomorrow&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For tomorrow comes a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;From tomorrow comes a new phase&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-8094668715729962215?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8094668715729962215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=8094668715729962215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/8094668715729962215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/8094668715729962215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/08/resurrection.html' title='Resurrection'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-6108008622385955280</id><published>2010-08-20T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:47:41.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do i tell my heart</title><content type='html'>i'll mend my heart, but i will take time&lt;br /&gt;just the way you break me; it was all in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took a while for the heart to fly&lt;br /&gt;so when it breaks the healing won't rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't come to me to apologize&lt;br /&gt;i won't understand, i won't see the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said before i wasn't gonna cry&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't know i'd like you as mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things will be just like before&lt;br /&gt;that's what i'll believe that's what i'll pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;what do i tell my heart&lt;br /&gt;what do i tell my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you left exactly the way you came&lt;br /&gt;while i'm the one with everything to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll take the blame i'll conquer my shame&lt;br /&gt;i'll accept my lost in this crazy game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep down i loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;but i kept it low so no one would know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day you left i let go and cried&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing hide and no one to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand anything at all&lt;br /&gt;how could my summer feel so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;what do i tell my heart?&lt;br /&gt;what do i tell my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell my mom i'll be strong and walk on&lt;br /&gt;i'll swim the ocean i'll dive deep below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell my pop i don't care i won't cry&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep myself strong and take all the blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell my friends it don't hurt me at all&lt;br /&gt;i'll laugh out so loud and go with the flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you i'm fine, got over it all&lt;br /&gt;i'll make you believe my eyes really glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;what do i tell my heart?&lt;br /&gt;what do i tell my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wrote this sometime ago. but i lost it and this morning found it in my recycle bin. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-6108008622385955280?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6108008622385955280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-6624897010721655168</id><published>2010-08-11T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:18:23.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;They say love is blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They didn't tell you love makes you blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, that's about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't see anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-6624897010721655168?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6624897010721655168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>06-08-10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i survived the 9 months pregnancy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the hardship of the labor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what have you installed for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my God, my Lord, my Maker?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wresled all my way through puberty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flirt with the right and wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day they start to record my sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder why i was born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i was born only to die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it doesn't make any sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i was born to sin then burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that hardly sound so fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i was born to be a &lt;i&gt;nur&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i might as well just stay up there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and save myself from all the hardship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or knowing those i'll forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i marvel at Your creations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and am thankful for the days i live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though sometimes i blame You on my bad days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know me a whole lot better than that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in days like this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i think what my life had been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder what You've installed for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my God, my Lord, my Maker...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-1735968432517363273?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1735968432517363273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=1735968432517363273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/1735968432517363273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/1735968432517363273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/08/06-08-10.html' title='06-08-10'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-134633116723598339</id><published>2010-08-05T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T11:10:55.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just don't</title><content type='html'>don't talk about "us"&lt;div&gt;something that never was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't talk about fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it'll just generate hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't talk about the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or things i wished would last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't say it's no one's fault&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you're the one who bolt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and don't talk about love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you fly away like a dove...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-134633116723598339?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/134633116723598339/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-6815193538681497337</id><published>2010-08-05T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T11:07:16.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caramel Coated Dagger</title><content type='html'>imagine i'm a kid&lt;div&gt;eyes wide with innocence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;receiving candy treat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of caramel coated dagger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the blade so thin so sharp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in sunlight it would glitter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but pose as simple carb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it hides impending danger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i lick with such delight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unaware of tragedy later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the seemingly sweet surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of caramel coated dagger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-6815193538681497337?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6815193538681497337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=6815193538681497337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/6815193538681497337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/6815193538681497337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/08/caramel-coated-dagger.html' title='Caramel Coated Dagger'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-7159276506058751975</id><published>2010-08-04T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:00:58.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your secret miss caller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first time i saw you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart and i knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're intended to be forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your inaudible laughter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sway of your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from far i know we're meant together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;within just one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're my everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my call list, my speed dial, my wallpaper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have no idea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how dim my life is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but somehow you make it much brighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i try to tell you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how you make me feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then make you like me a lil better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but each time i call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my blood rush, i feel woozy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my thumb immediately press "end call"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sure that by now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i might've annoyed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll confess i'm your secret admirer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my fund has run low &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my credit insufficient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'll miss call your mobile number&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*my horrible attempt of being in the other shoe. hehehee... this is a reply to "Annoy-imous Anonymous". A challenge by my dear friend, Hifzu Muniri. sorry it's not so good. cuz i SERIOUSLY don't understand why people do it. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-7159276506058751975?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7159276506058751975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=7159276506058751975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/7159276506058751975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/7159276506058751975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/08/your-secret-miss-caller.html' title='your secret miss caller'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-2339576399091086091</id><published>2010-04-13T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:19:03.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoy-nymous Anonymous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;anonymous anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have no balls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you wake me up at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with your stupid misscalls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anonymous anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're mentally sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you dream i'd befriend you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you bother me like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anonymous anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you live a sad life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you don't even know me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and want me as your wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anonymous anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;call me again with your tel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll report you to the policemen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sue you at your cell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-2339576399091086091?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2339576399091086091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=2339576399091086091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the dangers in another session&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for now let me enjoy in this selfmade detention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the moment everything pivot 'round its function&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the minute i risk everything for a penchant;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my honour, my cover, my feelings, my mansion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from mixture of pleasure and pain comes this passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the deed that i know i should never mention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which before its due time, i will not let happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to wait and to wait till the very last second &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as it inches it's way to the brink of all tension&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i grip myself savouring the sensation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till the moment to comes, for that blinding explosion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tingling goosebumps all over my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;success reeking in form of a wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sound of tsunami in this little WC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marks the end of my short but emotional journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, you guessed right. it's about "$#!+t!N9"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-452526963382580266?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/452526963382580266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=452526963382580266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/452526963382580266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/452526963382580266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-dirty-poetry.html' title='my dirty poetry'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-5543374300624468009</id><published>2010-04-13T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:47:16.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;let me sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me wake in my blissful dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me drift in this hopeless stream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me feel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me touch this sweet poetry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me dream of us; you and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-5543374300624468009?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5543374300624468009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=5543374300624468009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/5543374300624468009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/5543374300624468009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-me-sleep.html' title='let me sleep'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-1337741508941801734</id><published>2010-04-13T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:46:23.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wistful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i wish love is real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and promises are kept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kisses are seal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;partners are meant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish hurt is a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can choose not to have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the coffee you drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet taking it decaf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish heart is a potion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can buy at the store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and whenever it's broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can always buy more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish you were nobody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a face in the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i know you're somebody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who'd stolen my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-1337741508941801734?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1337741508941801734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=1337741508941801734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/1337741508941801734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/1337741508941801734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/04/wistful.html' title='wistful'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-2736134620860089949</id><published>2010-04-13T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:40:16.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>notbrokenhearted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i'm not heartbroken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm just sad and blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you're in my position&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'd be mellow too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not heartbroken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm feeling just fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's just something missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something that was mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not heartbroken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just want to choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm a woman in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just not in love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not heartbroken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just want to dwell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this place where love happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once when i felt swell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not heartbroken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm as happy as you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm wasting my time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm waiting for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-2736134620860089949?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2736134620860089949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=2736134620860089949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my son, my child, my male superstar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sun that brought light to my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abraham oh Abraham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why do you have to leave so soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've yet seen you walk, i've yet heard you talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've yet smelled your baby parfume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abraham oh Abraham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know they've taken you away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want you to know, and you must believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy here loves you everyday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by:- Maha El Zawawi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-8201834961749106275?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-459342937298235777</id><published>2010-04-03T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:32:02.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wet night</title><content type='html'>tick tick pluk plop plop!&lt;br /&gt;initial sound of falling raindrop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swish swosh sheees slosh slosh&lt;br /&gt;promising a perching land a wet bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hwhee hwhaaa sheee siii shaaa&lt;br /&gt;the wind duels for a furious dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzz brrrrrr mmmmmm and ahhh&lt;br /&gt;the sound of  people enjoying the war&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-459342937298235777?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-8999524228074824715</id><published>2010-03-22T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:50:06.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bukan Muslimah kamu</title><content type='html'>Aku lalai hidup didunia&lt;br /&gt;Tapi takut api neraka&lt;br /&gt;Muslim sepertiku adakah disyurga?&lt;br /&gt;Atau ahlinya sepertimu semuanya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin cara aku dibesarkan&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ilmu yang kutelan&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin fahaman yang didedahkan&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ini ketentuan Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak bermakna aku tandus&lt;br /&gt;Tidak bermakna aku sesat&lt;br /&gt;Tidak bermakna aku kafir&lt;br /&gt;Tidak bermakna aku dilaknat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kau fikir kau lebih tahu&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kau fikir kau lebih arif&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kerana selendang dibahu&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kerana hadith dibibir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketulusan hati siapa yang tahu&lt;br /&gt;Keikhlasan ibadah siapa yang lebih&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ibadah, kamu yang maju&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin amalan, aku yang lebih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kerana tasbih dijari,&lt;br /&gt;Kamu fikir kamu yang alim,&lt;br /&gt;Kalau tiada keikhlasan hati,&lt;br /&gt;Kamu seperti orang yang zalim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku bukan Khadijah&lt;br /&gt;Wallahi aku bukan Aisyah&lt;br /&gt;Tak bermakna aku tak cinta&lt;br /&gt;Allah, Rasul dan agamaNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Maha El Zawawi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY dedicated those who has the "holier than thou" attitude...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-8999524228074824715?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3499052209201020424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=3499052209201020424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/3499052209201020424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/3499052209201020424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-space-in-heaven.html' title='a little space in heaven'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-1577876327523204579</id><published>2010-03-21T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:49:47.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Wannabees</title><content type='html'>i'm not Paris&lt;br /&gt;i'm not Nicole,&lt;br /&gt;Get off my back&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live my life&lt;br /&gt;the way i know,&lt;br /&gt;At least i'm real&lt;br /&gt;don't need a clone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You suffocate&lt;br /&gt;me and my style,&lt;br /&gt;Before i break&lt;br /&gt;go get a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you were hot&lt;br /&gt;thought you were great,&lt;br /&gt;Then i realize&lt;br /&gt;you're just a fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch followers&lt;br /&gt;i need a friend,&lt;br /&gt;i'm no religion&lt;br /&gt;And not a trend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diff between&lt;br /&gt;who's you who's me,&lt;br /&gt;is, you're bogus&lt;br /&gt;i'm AUTHENTIC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-1577876327523204579?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1577876327523204579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=1577876327523204579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/1577876327523204579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/1577876327523204579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-wannabees.html' title='To the Wannabees'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-8835281303247017708</id><published>2010-03-15T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:21:23.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poppy Seed</title><content type='html'>crosseyed breed&lt;br /&gt;missing teeth &lt;br /&gt;yet somehow &lt;br /&gt;you still breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stinky mouth&lt;br /&gt;hormone sprays&lt;br /&gt;the balls on your south&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to spay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somedays meek&lt;br /&gt;others a beast&lt;br /&gt;always my McD&lt;br /&gt;chicken you feast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times&lt;br /&gt;i must be crazy&lt;br /&gt;i find you so cute&lt;br /&gt;and very cuddly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are days&lt;br /&gt;i regret i live&lt;br /&gt;cuz right after that&lt;br /&gt;you attack my feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-8835281303247017708?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8835281303247017708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=8835281303247017708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/8835281303247017708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/8835281303247017708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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fish?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the tom cat&lt;br /&gt;or the others you meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the things &lt;br /&gt;that you could dream,&lt;br /&gt;Is there a moment&lt;br /&gt;you dream of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~m@ha..&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to the sleeping beauty of the house, Bushido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-2060794041323905123?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2060794041323905123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=2060794041323905123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/2060794041323905123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/2060794041323905123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/03/repurring-dream.html' title='rePurring Dream'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-5096376390918572554</id><published>2010-03-15T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:19:43.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can never forget</title><content type='html'>i can never forget &lt;br /&gt;the first time&lt;br /&gt;the latte or the laughter&lt;br /&gt;the heartbreak or the bicker&lt;br /&gt;the sparkle in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can never forget &lt;br /&gt;the first time&lt;br /&gt;my cheeks grow warm with color&lt;br /&gt;my eyes so full of laughter&lt;br /&gt;i still feel it deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can never forget &lt;br /&gt;the first time&lt;br /&gt;the melodies ring in my ears&lt;br /&gt;the promises we hold dear&lt;br /&gt;never thought i'd leave it behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can never forget &lt;br /&gt;the first time&lt;br /&gt;i see twinkles in your smile&lt;br /&gt;could see you glow from a mile&lt;br /&gt;feel the location of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can never forget&lt;br /&gt;the first time&lt;br /&gt;i see you walk from my life&lt;br /&gt;thought that day would never arrive&lt;br /&gt;but it did and that was goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;so full of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;thumping oh so low&lt;br /&gt;teardrops &lt;br /&gt;threaten to fall &lt;br /&gt;anytime...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-1788329174110965305?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1788329174110965305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=1788329174110965305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/1788329174110965305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/1788329174110965305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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unless it is right&lt;br /&gt;faint tint of blush the moment you smile&lt;br /&gt;lids fluttering away in delight&lt;br /&gt;adoration written all over her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gratification, simply because you're alive&lt;br /&gt;simply for being the person you are&lt;br /&gt;expecting nothing more and nothing less&lt;br /&gt;loving just the fact that you exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicates her life to keep you contented&lt;br /&gt;struggles to swim to keep you afloat&lt;br /&gt;cooks up reasons to keep you satisfied&lt;br /&gt;nagging the things you won't say yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carefully constructed sentences&lt;br /&gt;delivering flawless blows&lt;br /&gt;clumsy awkward outbursts&lt;br /&gt;revealing private utterance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't own you; not that she wants to&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't need you; more than you need her&lt;br /&gt;she just wants to know you; so she could improve herself&lt;br /&gt;she just wants to be with you; because she prefers to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times when she's being difficult&lt;br /&gt;you know it's just a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;before she'll run back to your arm&lt;br /&gt;and become the angel you recognize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may know her all your life&lt;br /&gt;but somehow you still can't decipher&lt;br /&gt;This mother, this sister or this wife,&lt;br /&gt;is a mystery you'll solve -never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~m@ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Women's Day fellow species! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-2823105665087834393?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2823105665087834393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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flight</title><content type='html'>From a flower&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful red flower&lt;br /&gt;shaken by the wind&lt;br /&gt;and petals fall lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A petal runs off on her own&lt;br /&gt;dancing above the pool&lt;br /&gt;glides across the lawn &lt;br /&gt;a gust of wind blows her up again&lt;br /&gt;flying in a frenzy flight across the park&lt;br /&gt;sways away to finally settle &lt;br /&gt;on the ground, of another garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To us it is just another petal.&lt;br /&gt;To her it was an adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-6711981056932752436?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6711981056932752436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Do'a</title><content type='html'>Do'a&lt;br /&gt;A prayer I make &lt;br /&gt;Since the first drops of dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same&lt;br /&gt;Different days&lt;br /&gt;Still I ask for the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;No, there’s no name&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a clue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-159594523423307805?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/159594523423307805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=159594523423307805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/159594523423307805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/159594523423307805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/02/doa.html' title='Do&apos;a'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-7211148666662119326</id><published>2010-02-19T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:19:30.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and now i know why</title><content type='html'>my mama told me not to play with fire&lt;br /&gt;but she never told me why&lt;br /&gt;so i burned down the house&lt;br /&gt;and now i know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daddy said don't ride motorcycles&lt;br /&gt;he never explained why&lt;br /&gt;so when i fell from my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;i finally knew why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandpa told me not to lie&lt;br /&gt;i always wondered why&lt;br /&gt;the day i saw him busted out&lt;br /&gt;i stopped wondering why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma told me to get married early&lt;br /&gt;she never told me why&lt;br /&gt;today i met the man of man my dreams&lt;br /&gt;and now i know why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-7211148666662119326?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7211148666662119326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=7211148666662119326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bridge &lt;br /&gt;With crocodiles below&lt;br /&gt;Having a very quick nap&lt;br /&gt;With something on the stove&lt;br /&gt;Drinking a cup of hot tea&lt;br /&gt;In Ramadhan nearing dawn&lt;br /&gt;Entering a pitch black bedroom&lt;br /&gt;With a soft uneven floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not think of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;is unthinkable not even now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-7151594632104974930?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7151594632104974930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=7151594632104974930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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again&lt;br /&gt;But it’s too similar&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of &lt;br /&gt;the hurt and the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all in the season&lt;br /&gt;Just like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Sunny Windy Rain…&lt;br /&gt;It’s follows a pattern&lt;br /&gt;Joy Love Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Must all end in pain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-7674706526315731701?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7674706526315731701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=7674706526315731701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/7674706526315731701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/7674706526315731701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/02/familiar-not-same.html' title='familiar not the same...'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-2987842012668501496</id><published>2010-02-19T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:05:10.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When i fall in love</title><content type='html'>When I fall in love&lt;br /&gt;I jump with both feet&lt;br /&gt;If drown, die; if strong, swim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-1180233808933415852</id><published>2010-02-19T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T19:56:40.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you ask me to go...</title><content type='html'>If you ask me to go, I’ll go&lt;br /&gt;I’ll say okay, I won’t say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t ask why, I won’t deny&lt;br /&gt;The right I gave from before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you’re kind you’ll tell me why&lt;br /&gt;What I did wrong, when did you fly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at least when the pain is gone&lt;br /&gt;I’ll know after this there’ll be dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not as easy as you think&lt;br /&gt;To erase all the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If feelings are just A B C&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting would be 1 2 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I’ll walk away &lt;br /&gt;The moment you let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But promise me we’ll try &lt;br /&gt;Till there’s no more hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use all our yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Fill in our tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If feelings are just A B C&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting would be 1 2 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-1180233808933415852?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1180233808933415852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=1180233808933415852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/1180233808933415852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/1180233808933415852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-ask-me-to-go.html' title='If you ask me to go...'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-6052636874935661976</id><published>2010-02-19T12:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:03:55.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>solitary</title><content type='html'>it used to be me&lt;br /&gt;it used to be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it's all about me&lt;br /&gt;then it became us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it used to be us&lt;br /&gt;then it's all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now it's just you&lt;br /&gt;and now it's just me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-6052636874935661976?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6052636874935661976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=6052636874935661976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/6052636874935661976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/6052636874935661976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/02/solitary.html' title='solitary'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-7400884003542588863</id><published>2010-02-19T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:15:27.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i could just...</title><content type='html'>redo your love&lt;br /&gt;undo my faults &lt;br /&gt;refresh everything that made you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit the fights&lt;br /&gt;save all that's right&lt;br /&gt;open the file from morning to night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copy your vows&lt;br /&gt;paste in my heart&lt;br /&gt;print it when i feel you're being far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download your mind&lt;br /&gt;upload my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;delete the moments that we spend apart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-7400884003542588863?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7400884003542588863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=7400884003542588863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/7400884003542588863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/7400884003542588863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-i-could-just.html' title='if i could just...'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-4858150875517879104</id><published>2010-02-17T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:03:35.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Pebble Oh Pebble</title><content type='html'>Oh Pebble oh Pebble...&lt;br /&gt;Pebble by the sea...&lt;br /&gt;where did you come from&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where you've been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so smooth, such a beauty&lt;br /&gt;sure enough you aged well,&lt;br /&gt;which part of a rock&lt;br /&gt;did you belong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrestled with the current,&lt;br /&gt;spit from the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;drifted the shore,&lt;br /&gt;now out in the open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picked up by me&lt;br /&gt;who made you a poem&lt;br /&gt;by my adoration&lt;br /&gt;introduced to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh pebble oh pebble&lt;br /&gt;wherever did you come from?&lt;br /&gt;which part of the rock &lt;br /&gt;did you belong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-4858150875517879104?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4858150875517879104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=4858150875517879104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/4858150875517879104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/4858150875517879104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-pebble-oh-pebble.html' title='Oh Pebble Oh Pebble'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-4946595457541328685</id><published>2010-02-11T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:02:46.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What it's about...</title><content type='html'>What it's about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about Death&lt;br /&gt;It's about Life&lt;br /&gt;It's about life that goes on after death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about Us&lt;br /&gt;It's about Them&lt;br /&gt;It's about them that made us forget us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about You&lt;br /&gt;It's about Me&lt;br /&gt;It's about me who lives on without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about Then&lt;br /&gt;It's about Now&lt;br /&gt;It's about now that i leave what's then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about love&lt;br /&gt;It's about Dream&lt;br /&gt;It's about dream that inspires love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about You&lt;br /&gt;It's about Me&lt;br /&gt;It's about me who lives on without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-4946595457541328685?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4946595457541328685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=4946595457541328685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/4946595457541328685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/4946595457541328685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-its-about.html' title='What it&apos;s about...'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-6055230272252472495</id><published>2010-02-11T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:03:34.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before i am no more....</title><content type='html'>before i am no more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i am no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get stronger with each cry&lt;br /&gt;the teardrops don't drown me no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get better with each rejection&lt;br /&gt;the humiliation don't slow me no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heal faster with each punches&lt;br /&gt;the blows don't hurt me no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'll wait longer before the next leap&lt;br /&gt;and I won't jump to conclusions no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll cry, I'll heal, I'll survive it all,&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight my fight before i am no more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-6055230272252472495?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6055230272252472495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=6055230272252472495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/6055230272252472495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/6055230272252472495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/02/before-i-am-no-more.html' title='before i am no more....'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-6019491376740433328</id><published>2010-01-31T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:12:16.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i felt it happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like dejavu.&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;memories of yesterdays &lt;br /&gt;flash before me.&lt;br /&gt;so vivid. &lt;br /&gt;i could feel the tears rolling down.&lt;br /&gt;i touch my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it's happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell's door opens again.&lt;br /&gt;my fear is eating me from inside.&lt;br /&gt;i'm letting myself down.&lt;br /&gt;i'm building the wall.&lt;br /&gt;crawling into my selfmade cacoon.&lt;br /&gt;shutting everyone out.&lt;br /&gt;a  bitter end seems more concrete &lt;br /&gt;than happy promises.&lt;br /&gt;i love you most but this time around &lt;br /&gt;i should know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it's finally happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the breaking of the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;the end of our history.&lt;br /&gt;as i weep and let it happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-6019491376740433328?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6019491376740433328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=6019491376740433328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/6019491376740433328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/6019491376740433328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/01/happening.html' title='the happening'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-6407083527801134344</id><published>2009-08-31T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:55:50.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>57-8-09</title><content type='html'>Kasih&lt;br /&gt;itu yang ku rasa&lt;br /&gt;bila memberitahu&lt;br /&gt;asal usulku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang&lt;br /&gt;itu yang ku rasa&lt;br /&gt;bila ku menulis&lt;br /&gt;alamat rumahku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangga&lt;br /&gt;itu yang ku rasa&lt;br /&gt;bila ku baca&lt;br /&gt;sejarah negaraku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa berlalu...&lt;br /&gt;Masa berlalu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biru&lt;br /&gt;Kemana pergi peryatuan itu?&lt;br /&gt;Kuning&lt;br /&gt;Apakah kuasa pemerintah itu?&lt;br /&gt;Merah&lt;br /&gt;Gunanya untuk menentang apa?&lt;br /&gt;Putih &lt;br /&gt;Hilangkah semua yang kita banggakan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanah ini warnanya sama&lt;br /&gt;Air ini dalamnya sama&lt;br /&gt;Hijau daun baunya sama&lt;br /&gt;Panas hujan suhunya sama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kita kini berbeza&lt;br /&gt;Benci dan dendam semakin terasa&lt;br /&gt;Warna dan bahasa menjadi ukuran&lt;br /&gt;Semangat bangsa disuku-sukukan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembalikan kasihku&lt;br /&gt;Kembalikan sayangku&lt;br /&gt;Kembalikan banggaku&lt;br /&gt;Seperti masa yang lalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Selamat Menyambut Hari Kemerdekaan*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-6407083527801134344?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6407083527801134344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=6407083527801134344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/6407083527801134344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/6407083527801134344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/57-8-09.html' title='57-8-09'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-5912494515599365120</id><published>2009-08-31T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:54:24.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melting blue</title><content type='html'>ring a ding ding&lt;br /&gt;sings the ice cream man&lt;br /&gt;selling ice cream red green blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scoop a dup dup&lt;br /&gt;i bought 2 scoops&lt;br /&gt;one for me and the other for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shame a lame lame&lt;br /&gt;you didn't take it&lt;br /&gt;it's not your right shade of blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay it's okay&lt;br /&gt;i must give it away&lt;br /&gt;can't let it melt on my shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;isn't that Hussein&lt;br /&gt;maybe he wants ice cream too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay yeay yeay yeay&lt;br /&gt;everyone's feeling gay&lt;br /&gt;everyone but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh eh eh eh &lt;br /&gt;why are you sad?&lt;br /&gt;thought it's not your shade of blue..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-5912494515599365120?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5912494515599365120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=5912494515599365120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/5912494515599365120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/5912494515599365120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/melting-blue.html' title='melting blue'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-5410766136315561922</id><published>2009-08-31T13:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:52:19.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;To someone who couldn’t appreciate the years&lt;br /&gt;Years that included joys and tears&lt;br /&gt;To someone who betrayed all my trust&lt;br /&gt;Trust that was built with love not lust&lt;br /&gt;To someone who breaches our thoughtful agreements&lt;br /&gt;Agreements made to avoid arguments&lt;br /&gt;To someone who made me crawl through hell&lt;br /&gt;Hell of love in which I once fell&lt;br /&gt;To someone who twisted his words and lied&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, the love flame has died…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Azura Liyana. &lt;br /&gt;I love you sweetheart. Stay strong. *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-5410766136315561922?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5410766136315561922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=5410766136315561922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/5410766136315561922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/5410766136315561922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-7807055816741647160</id><published>2009-08-31T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:51:27.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever i call "IT".</title><content type='html'>Whatever i call "IT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the way your eyes talk where your lips don't dare venture.&lt;br /&gt;it's the way you steal the moment to make our skin touch.&lt;br /&gt;it's the way you want me to translate the very bits of your movements.&lt;br /&gt;it's the way we understand each other.&lt;br /&gt;it's the way you respect our privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the private moments we have to tell each other off&lt;br /&gt;it's the underlying joke only we both find funny&lt;br /&gt;it's the way we're uncomfortable being exposed in the open.&lt;br /&gt;it's the possessiveness, protectiveness you feel towards me.&lt;br /&gt;it's the silent jealousy i feel when you're not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the blurry line of our status.&lt;br /&gt;it's the coy ways we avoid the teases.&lt;br /&gt;it's the freedom no pressure&lt;br /&gt;it's the promise of giddiness.&lt;br /&gt;it's the secret that we share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but only once i want you to say it.&lt;br /&gt;only once i want it to be obvious.&lt;br /&gt;only once i want out in the open.&lt;br /&gt;only once i need the confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;only once let's make it permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the beauty of whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*(&gt;.&lt;)*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-7807055816741647160?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7807055816741647160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=7807055816741647160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/7807055816741647160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/7807055816741647160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/whatever-i-call-it.html' title='Whatever i call &quot;IT&quot;.'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-7856927168166103845</id><published>2009-08-31T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:50:57.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take me there</title><content type='html'>when my voice takes over your ringtone&lt;br /&gt;when my touch takes over your alarm&lt;br /&gt;when my kisses takes over your sorrows&lt;br /&gt;when my future takes over your past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when your anger becomes my fear&lt;br /&gt;when your problems becomes my own&lt;br /&gt;when your happiness becomes my achiements&lt;br /&gt;when your future becomes my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we call the dreams our dreams&lt;br /&gt;when we name the kids our own&lt;br /&gt;when we sacrifice for our lives&lt;br /&gt;when we finally reach our goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-7856927168166103845?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7856927168166103845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=7856927168166103845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/7856927168166103845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/7856927168166103845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-me-there.html' title='take me there'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-2886466775067781281</id><published>2009-08-31T13:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:49:55.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>killed and murdered.</title><content type='html'>i walked away&lt;br /&gt;but you left me first&lt;br /&gt;You were my best support&lt;br /&gt;but i've always had your back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made you weep&lt;br /&gt;but you made me cry&lt;br /&gt;i breached the the pact&lt;br /&gt;but you broke the promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always listened&lt;br /&gt;but you only heard &lt;br /&gt;whatever i saw&lt;br /&gt;you only looked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you accuse me &lt;br /&gt;Of blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For not being able to commit&lt;br /&gt;To something you could do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i killed you, yes&lt;br /&gt;only after you murdered me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-2886466775067781281?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2886466775067781281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=2886466775067781281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/2886466775067781281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/2886466775067781281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/killed-and-murdered.html' title='killed and murdered.'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-4166995273921515465</id><published>2009-08-31T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:49:04.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm here...no where</title><content type='html'>when you asked&lt;br /&gt;if you have lost me&lt;br /&gt;you got me speechless baby&lt;br /&gt;i'm standing here&lt;br /&gt;can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you walk and wondered &lt;br /&gt;where the 'ell could i be&lt;br /&gt;stop walking and turn around &lt;br /&gt;i'm still standing here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;i have never walked away&lt;br /&gt;i moved yes i did&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still here dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;reach your hands out &lt;br /&gt;and you will find&lt;br /&gt;my hands still holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't walk with you now&lt;br /&gt;run with you now&lt;br /&gt;sail with you now&lt;br /&gt;after you left me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't fly with you now&lt;br /&gt;climb with you now&lt;br /&gt;skip with you now&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when again one day&lt;br /&gt;you want to ask yourself&lt;br /&gt;where the 'ell could i be&lt;br /&gt;look into the mirror and smile&lt;br /&gt;and you will find me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-4166995273921515465?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4166995273921515465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=4166995273921515465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/4166995273921515465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/4166995273921515465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-hereno-where.html' title='i&apos;m here...no where'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-150701986492349628</id><published>2009-05-19T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:26:37.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever i call "IT".</title><content type='html'>it's the way your eyes talk where your lips don't dare venture.&lt;br /&gt;it's the way you steal the moment to make our skin touch.&lt;br /&gt;it's the way you want me to translate the very bits of your movements.&lt;br /&gt;it's the way we understand each other.&lt;br /&gt;it's the way you respect our privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the private moments we have to tell each other off&lt;br /&gt;it's the underlying joke only we both find funny&lt;br /&gt;it's the way we're uncomfortable being exposed in the open.&lt;br /&gt;it's the possessiveness, protectiveness you feel towards me.&lt;br /&gt;it's the silent jealousy i feel when you're not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the blurry line of our status.&lt;br /&gt;it's the coy ways we avoid the teases.&lt;br /&gt;it's the freedom no pressure&lt;br /&gt;it's the promise of giddiness.&lt;br /&gt;it's the secret that we share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but only once i want you to say it.&lt;br /&gt;only once i want it to be obvious.&lt;br /&gt;only once i want out in the open.&lt;br /&gt;only once i need the confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;only once let's make it permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the beauty of whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*(&gt;.&lt;)*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-150701986492349628?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/150701986492349628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=150701986492349628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/150701986492349628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/150701986492349628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/05/whatever-i-call-it.html' title='Whatever i call &quot;IT&quot;.'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-1044693395383427758</id><published>2009-05-19T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:25:47.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salahkah Aku?</title><content type='html'>salahkah ku jika aku kini berubah&lt;br /&gt;salahkah aku bila satu hari ku jatuh cinta&lt;br /&gt;salahkah aku mencoba buatmu bahagia&lt;br /&gt;salahkah aku bila ku menjadi manusia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salahkah aku menuruti katamu&lt;br /&gt;salahkah aku menjalani hidupku&lt;br /&gt;salahkah aku bila fahammu ku pinta&lt;br /&gt;salahkah aku miliki salah manusia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terkadang aku terfikir apakah diriku&lt;br /&gt;harus menjadi sempurna buat kalian semua&lt;br /&gt;mengapa salahku menjadi perhatian semua&lt;br /&gt;bila aku tidak pernah menilai sesiapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salahkah aku bila waktu hidup kita berbeda&lt;br /&gt;salahkah diriku bila yang ini yang kusuka&lt;br /&gt;salahkah diriku bila bukan kamu yang kupuja&lt;br /&gt;salahkah diriku bila bagimu aku tidak sempurna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-1044693395383427758?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1044693395383427758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=1044693395383427758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/1044693395383427758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/1044693395383427758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/05/salahkah-aku.html' title='Salahkah Aku?'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-8931081815408226569</id><published>2009-05-09T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:57:14.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the Yellow Brick Road?!</title><content type='html'>It looks so simple.&lt;br /&gt;It feels so simple.&lt;br /&gt;To break a bridge we build so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a gesture.&lt;br /&gt;Or lack of gesture.&lt;br /&gt;To end a beautifully written song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a secret.&lt;br /&gt;No hidden secrets.&lt;br /&gt;To be uncovered to save this all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks so simple.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s simple.&lt;br /&gt;To be erased from someone’s thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-8931081815408226569?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8931081815408226569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=8931081815408226569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/8931081815408226569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/8931081815408226569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-yellow-brick-road.html' title='The End of the Yellow Brick Road?!'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-5693676896301883145</id><published>2009-04-17T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:31:54.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuz i'm a girl</title><content type='html'>teliti.... setiap kata yang ku ucap padamu&lt;br /&gt;ikuti.... bahasa isyarat ku tuju padamu&lt;br /&gt;mengertilah.. ku wanita.. yang kaya perasaan malu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(jadi mulakan dulu ucapan cintamu kepadaku)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepuluh ayat cinta yang ku luahkan&lt;br /&gt;seribu karangan yang aku sembunyikan... darimu&lt;br /&gt;kerna ku malu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seratus amarah yang t'lah ku lontarkan&lt;br /&gt;hanya satu yang aku benar-benar ku maksudkan.. itu pun&lt;br /&gt;kerna ku mahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau pujuk aku, sayangi aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doaku.... penuh dengan sulaman namamu&lt;br /&gt;pundakku.... selalu memikirkan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;hargailah.. perasaanku.. yang terlalu.. mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tapi mulakan dulu ucapan cintamu kepadaku)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-5693676896301883145?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5693676896301883145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=5693676896301883145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/5693676896301883145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/5693676896301883145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/04/cuz-im-girl.html' title='cuz i&apos;m a girl'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-6725941654194569009</id><published>2009-02-06T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:58:45.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Song</title><content type='html'>Is this our idea of happily ever after?&lt;br /&gt;Living separate lives away from each other?&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told i never gave it much thought&lt;br /&gt;Always figured we'll be stuck till we rot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were bestfriend not ever lovers&lt;br /&gt;We were a team; winners or losers&lt;br /&gt;But now we're fighting in different courts&lt;br /&gt;And different players we have both sought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have i changed or have you?" no longer matter&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot to say "Friendship Forever"&lt;br /&gt;Used to sign letters with "Forget Me Not"&lt;br /&gt;Now it's more than birthdays we both forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has finally shown its true power&lt;br /&gt;We finally gave in age was a factor&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you chose to put us to a stop&lt;br /&gt;But still i promise, in my list you're always on top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-6725941654194569009?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6725941654194569009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=6725941654194569009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/6725941654194569009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/6725941654194569009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/different-song.html' title='A Different Song'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-9102539267160240304</id><published>2008-09-07T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:17:11.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duhai Malam</title><content type='html'>Duhai malam. Jangan datang terlalu awal&lt;br /&gt;Kehadiranmu mengundang kesedihan dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Mengingatkan ku bahawa aku bersendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada teman menunggu sinar mentari&lt;br /&gt;Tiada belaian mengusap hingga ku terlelap&lt;br /&gt;Tiada suara membisikkan selamat tidur&lt;br /&gt;Tiada penafian yang aku sebenarnya... sendiri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duhai malam. Jangan disini terlalu lama&lt;br /&gt;Kehadiranmu membawa derita dan air mata&lt;br /&gt;kesuraman yang terlalu dingin. Dingin sekali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-9102539267160240304?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/9102539267160240304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=9102539267160240304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/9102539267160240304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/9102539267160240304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/09/duhai-malam.html' title='Duhai Malam'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-3180048638130711461</id><published>2008-09-07T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:18:29.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doa Si Tunggal</title><content type='html'>Ya tuhan, &lt;br /&gt;Hatiku hancur sekali dibuatnya.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku bisa bangkit&lt;br /&gt;Aku sudah bangkit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenangan bersamanya &lt;br /&gt;Kini seperti mimpi yang terhenti&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku padanya&lt;br /&gt;Tidak mahu ku sambung lagi...&lt;br /&gt;Percuma... Percuma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tenang sekarang...&lt;br /&gt;Jangan temukan aku dengan dia lagi&lt;br /&gt;Jika hanya untuk membangkitkan &lt;br /&gt;Perasan yang semu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-3180048638130711461?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3180048638130711461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=3180048638130711461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/3180048638130711461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/3180048638130711461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/09/doa-si-tunggal.html' title='Doa Si Tunggal'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-6817856380417889844</id><published>2008-04-03T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:39:16.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara</title><content type='html'>Adieu, it's far too late.&lt;br /&gt;i slowly recall our last date.&lt;br /&gt;it was the month of December.&lt;br /&gt;we were both having supper.&lt;br /&gt;"it's already the end"&lt;br /&gt;you finally said.&lt;br /&gt;"i'll leave at dusk&lt;br /&gt;the following Sunday".&lt;br /&gt;i wished you farewell.&lt;br /&gt;you whispered goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;it was the final night&lt;br /&gt;of you and i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-6817856380417889844?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6817856380417889844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=6817856380417889844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/6817856380417889844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/6817856380417889844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/04/sayonara.html' title='Sayonara'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-4021719829223368367</id><published>2008-02-14T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:27:02.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a humble confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;humble&lt;/strong&gt; confession&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; can do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; not lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; no have time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; no scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; talk truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; no need to prove&lt;br /&gt;no reason to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what he do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; also know&lt;br /&gt;he just &lt;strong&gt;show off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; very humble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt;she lazy &lt;br /&gt;they &lt;strong&gt;don't know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all so &lt;strong&gt;slow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; do this now&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;don't want&lt;/em&gt; yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; just &lt;em&gt;wake up&lt;/em&gt; from sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; very &lt;em&gt;tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one take me work&lt;br /&gt;because they afraid of me&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt; i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; smarter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because i best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-4021719829223368367?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4021719829223368367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=4021719829223368367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/4021719829223368367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/4021719829223368367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/02/humble-confession.html' title='a humble confession'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-8406239013701744376</id><published>2007-10-25T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T13:17:40.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summary</title><content type='html'>so what i fell in love, broke my heart and nearly committed suicide?! &lt;br /&gt;i didn't die.. &lt;br /&gt;so, life goes on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-8406239013701744376?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8406239013701744376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=8406239013701744376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/8406239013701744376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/8406239013701744376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/10/summary.html' title='summary'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-7311009612783160209</id><published>2007-09-10T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:51:14.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Love Letter.</title><content type='html'>Dear X,&lt;br /&gt;            Hello my love, how do you do? How is life treating you? Good? I sure hope so. How’s your mother? Being a strong lady that she is, I’m sure she’s doing fine. And so is your father. &lt;br /&gt;How is your work? Are you still working extra hard on everything? I bet you are. You know dear, sometimes, if you rest a bit, you might get more work done. &lt;br /&gt; My love, it has been a year now since you left. And I am still in shock. Shock of the sudden twist of fate. The bitter ending of our sweet fairytale. Since that day, the world turned its back on me. I no longer see rainbows painting the sky. I can no longer feel the warm heat of the sun. I no longer hear the bells of the ice cream man. I could no longer taste the sweetness of the strawberries. I died the day you went away. How about you? Does life treat you as cruel as it treats me? Does it? Does it?&lt;br /&gt; I wish I could tell you that I am doing fine. I wish I could tell you that I’m happier now than I ever was with you. I wish I could tell you that life is great without you. I wish I could show off a hunky replacement on my arm. Of course I could still tell you that. But then that would be a lie. And I can’t lie. I never could and I won’t start now. Eventhough the truth makes me sound so pathetic. Eventhough the truth makes me feel so sick. Eventhough the truth means accepting that you have left me. &lt;br /&gt; Oh my love, I didn’t bother to stop you when you left. I am not going to stop you now. It’s not because I don’t love you. But it’s because I love you. There is no reason for me to keep you if you don’t feel the same. I can’t imprison you like that. No matter how much I love you. And I do love you. I loved you, I love you and I will love you forever. &lt;br /&gt; I met you and I met love. I realize that love is not a feeling. Love is a cancer. It grows. It grows all the time. Unless it is removed by force, it will stay with you forever. But even when it is removed, it might always come back. It either kills you, or makes you stronger.  There is not such thing as falling out of love. If one feels love, then suddenly realize that they don’t love anymore, then that was not love. That was infatuation, or obsession but it’s not love. No one can escape love once it has touched you. It could be kept away, but not thrown away. So realization hit me, you never love me. Because you won’t leave me if you do. But you did. &lt;br /&gt; I don’t hate you. I can’t even begin to hate you. When everyone around me blames you for my heartache, I can only think of the happiness you brought me. I tried to hate you to make life easier for me. But it wouldn’t work that way. The more I find your fault, the more I love your flaws. &lt;br /&gt; My dear, my love, my life, I still don’t know why I’m writing this. Even when I’m done, I’m not sure if I’ll be sending it. But I know I want this out, out of my chest. Will you read it? Will you read till the end? I don’t know. But I want you to know. And I guess I what I want is for you to tell me that you still love me. I want you to tell me that you want me back. I want you to woo me the way you once did. I want you to tell me leaving me was a mistake. THAT’S what i want. That’s WHAT i want. That’s what I want. That’s what i WANT. That would be what I want for ME. But everyday I pray for YOUR happiness. Even when your happiness means life without me, I’ll still pray for your happiness. Because loving you doesn’t need you to love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-7311009612783160209?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7311009612783160209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=7311009612783160209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/7311009612783160209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/7311009612783160209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-another-love-letter.html' title='Just Another Love Letter.'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-5887320679834153694</id><published>2007-08-30T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T17:38:17.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>One year of bliss, one year of life, one year of heaven...&lt;br /&gt;I lived for a year. For one year, I lived the way I wanted to live. My dream life. I couldn’t ask for more. If I die now, I ought to go to hell. I guess I’m just not strong... not patient enough to wait for heaven. I am after all, the off-spring of Adam and Eve..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-5887320679834153694?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5887320679834153694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=5887320679834153694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/5887320679834153694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/5887320679834153694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-113921850625525024</id><published>2006-02-06T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T17:35:06.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loser's try</title><content type='html'>how selfish had i been&lt;br /&gt;always thinking about me&lt;br /&gt;feeling cheated and fooled by him&lt;br /&gt;playing victim and crying myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he too had suffered tremendously&lt;br /&gt;wanting to avoid me where i stood waiting&lt;br /&gt;he faced me and smiled when all he wanted was to flee&lt;br /&gt;i only thought of myself when the real victim was he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should disappear from his eyes&lt;br /&gt;it might be what he wants, one i should deliver&lt;br /&gt;rather than parading distastefully for his attention&lt;br /&gt;while getting snide remarks from his friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's about time that i go on with life&lt;br /&gt;bringing with me all pride that is left&lt;br /&gt;at least nobody knows the hurt that's inside&lt;br /&gt;even if time doesn't heal, i'll still keep my smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-113921850625525024?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113921850625525024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=113921850625525024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/113921850625525024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/113921850625525024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/02/losers-try.html' title='loser&apos;s try'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-111140041196496202</id><published>2005-03-21T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T18:20:11.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greed</title><content type='html'>my lord i am hungry&lt;br /&gt;give me some bread&lt;br /&gt;with butter and honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lord i am thirsty&lt;br /&gt;give me some wine&lt;br /&gt;two ice cubes in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lord i am lonely&lt;br /&gt;give me a husband&lt;br /&gt;with gold and music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lord i am filthy&lt;br /&gt;give me a bath tub&lt;br /&gt;bubbles filled to the brim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lord i am dying&lt;br /&gt;take me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;with my belongings all behind me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-111140041196496202?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/111140041196496202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=111140041196496202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/111140041196496202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/111140041196496202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/03/greed.html' title='greed'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-111140034367690721</id><published>2005-03-21T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T18:19:03.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf?!</title><content type='html'>would it give you happiness to see me die&lt;br /&gt;for if it would i'll go after i cry&lt;br /&gt;our memories you've kissed goodbye&lt;br /&gt;our history you said was a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i done to deserve all this pain&lt;br /&gt;have i my dear dreamed our love in vain&lt;br /&gt;without you my love i shall not be sane&lt;br /&gt;i can't travel alone in this torturous lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember your oath not so long ago&lt;br /&gt;you're born to protect me to love me so and so&lt;br /&gt;if you were a fawn i was your only doe&lt;br /&gt;to heaven our destiny together we shall go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but where are you now my moon and my night&lt;br /&gt;it's has been so long i feel this sunlight&lt;br /&gt;shall i sleep? no... the day's too bright&lt;br /&gt;so i will still wait for thee, my prince, my knight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-111140034367690721?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/111140034367690721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=111140034367690721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/111140034367690721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/111140034367690721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/03/wtf.html' title='wtf?!'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-111140025048959465</id><published>2005-03-21T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T18:17:30.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come... go away</title><content type='html'>Whenever I see you I can't look away&lt;br /&gt;My eyes just refuse and my smile just won't fade&lt;br /&gt;When you are around I might not look your way&lt;br /&gt;But deep in my heart all I see is your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think day and night I wonder if you're gay&lt;br /&gt;And asked all around hoping you'd feel the same&lt;br /&gt;If one day we meet I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm enjoying the flow of this game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could see you every time everyday&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring me, never seem to give a damn&lt;br /&gt;And it would be better if you feel that way&lt;br /&gt;But sir please don't bother though this might sound lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be cool just walk away&lt;br /&gt;Run free just be wild, for me don't be tame&lt;br /&gt;Cuz when that moment comes someday&lt;br /&gt;I've already move on my feelings won't be the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-111140025048959465?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/111140025048959465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=111140025048959465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/111140025048959465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/111140025048959465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/03/come-go-away.html' title='come... go away'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-111140014559449349</id><published>2005-03-21T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T18:15:45.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Choice</title><content type='html'>Whenever I am all alone,&lt;br /&gt;I try to distract myself from thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult because I know too well&lt;br /&gt;That I WANT to think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see lovers passes by,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much longer I should be alone,&lt;br /&gt;And I get so emotional, blaming you&lt;br /&gt;Though I know it’s my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never asked to wait for you&lt;br /&gt;You never promised me anything.&lt;br /&gt;I was the one wanting&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who wanted to believe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-111140014559449349?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/111140014559449349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=111140014559449349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/111140014559449349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/111140014559449349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-choice.html' title='My Choice'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-111140008413856896</id><published>2005-03-21T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T18:14:44.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of the Night</title><content type='html'>Why can't our love be like the rest?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we walk just hand in hand?&lt;br /&gt;How long must we endure this stressful test?&lt;br /&gt;Will this trial ever end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet at night then part at dawn&lt;br /&gt;You make me weak still wanting more&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand what's going on&lt;br /&gt;Only with you my spirits soar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nameless spirit of the night&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you in brad daylight&lt;br /&gt;Open you arms then hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Take me away make everything alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-111140008413856896?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/111140008413856896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=111140008413856896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/111140008413856896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/111140008413856896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/03/man-of-night.html' title='Man of the Night'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110301936786623708</id><published>2004-12-13T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T17:24:10.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of our Love</title><content type='html'>Date: 13th December, 2004&lt;br /&gt;Meaning of our love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;I've got it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's bad of me to blame you&lt;br /&gt;When you didn't do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see lovers pass me, I was jealous&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair they're together but not us&lt;br /&gt;Now I know their love is not even half as strong&lt;br /&gt;They can't even stand a few miles distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is when you believe in each other&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what the eyes can't see&lt;br /&gt;Because this time eyes doesn't play any part&lt;br /&gt;It is now the matter of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we don't see each other very much&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your love for me from this far&lt;br /&gt;And I know you know how strong I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;We have passed this test of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see you as much as I really want to&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you're doing without me&lt;br /&gt;But I've learned to compromise with myself&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you is enough for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You touch sure leaves me wanting more&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses linger on till break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Your warmth covers me all night long&lt;br /&gt;But I'm ready to face another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have grown so much from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I have known to love unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;Maturity has nothing to do with us&lt;br /&gt;I'm your baby, that's for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you can't be with me now&lt;br /&gt;I've told myself that it is okay&lt;br /&gt;Distance makes my heart goes wonder&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention fonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to understand the meaning of our love&lt;br /&gt;It may not be what everyone else is feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure it is better and more worth it&lt;br /&gt;Obstacles make life richer, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm walking through this tunnel alone&lt;br /&gt;But I know you're waiting there at the end&lt;br /&gt;To start a new meaningful beginning&lt;br /&gt;Together let's dazzle the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110301936786623708?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110301936786623708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110301936786623708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301936786623708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301936786623708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/12/meaning-of-our-love.html' title='Meaning of our Love'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110303011730659774</id><published>2004-11-14T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T21:31:37.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>People change… feelings too…&lt;br /&gt;You’ve changed and I did too..&lt;br /&gt;you said you’ve never loved anyone&lt;br /&gt;the way you loved me&lt;br /&gt;flowery and happy I asked you why&lt;br /&gt;but you couldn’t answer me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you why&lt;br /&gt;It’s simply because you never loved me&lt;br /&gt;You just want to have me But you never loved me.&lt;br /&gt;How can you love me when you’re loving someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I never loved you more&lt;br /&gt;Never more than a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry… sorry I lied&lt;br /&gt;I do love you… more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why I told you the lie?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I never want to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know if I could ever treat you right.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why… That’s why I lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you don’t feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;Though you said you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Though you said you care.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know it’s made up stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember once I said,&lt;br /&gt;“you could never hurt me as much as I’ve hurt you?”&lt;br /&gt;well… I suppose that’s a lie too cause&lt;br /&gt;last night I was broken to pieces&lt;br /&gt;knowing I never did hurt you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110303011730659774?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110303011730659774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110303011730659774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110303011730659774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110303011730659774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/11/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110302012415045462</id><published>2004-10-17T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:28:44.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND-U</title><content type='html'>AND-U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, now it’s not funny anymore&lt;br /&gt;Please… come back… I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I was angry when you first came&lt;br /&gt;And the truth is I still am&lt;br /&gt;But you have to understand&lt;br /&gt;The reason is because I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still stick to my words.&lt;br /&gt;I regret dreaming of you the first time&lt;br /&gt;Because my life before you was filled with fun&lt;br /&gt;Now with you I’m longing for you all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile when the sun starts to set&lt;br /&gt;Then crushed when The Eye gives its morning ray&lt;br /&gt;I’m suddenly conscious of my weight&lt;br /&gt;I only want to look good so you won’t go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to make all those rules when it comes to men&lt;br /&gt;Only to break it the moment I met you&lt;br /&gt;I want to give you everything I can&lt;br /&gt;Everything you want, just tell me I’m made for you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110302012415045462?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110302012415045462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110302012415045462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110302012415045462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110302012415045462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-u.html' title='AND-U'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110302001942590384</id><published>2004-10-16T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:26:59.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mistake</title><content type='html'>My Mistake&lt;br /&gt;I fell for you&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw you&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows how deep it was&lt;br /&gt;Your talk, your walk&lt;br /&gt;Your sense of style&lt;br /&gt;Deeper I fell every minute, every hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was obvious,&lt;br /&gt;Someone must have told you&lt;br /&gt;Cause one day you confronted me&lt;br /&gt;And asked me if it was true&lt;br /&gt;That my feelings for you&lt;br /&gt;Grows every breath I take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it was true&lt;br /&gt;If you want, to you I can prove&lt;br /&gt;But that is not what I said&lt;br /&gt;I just laughed it off&lt;br /&gt;Saying there must be some mistake&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was the best mistake of my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110302001942590384?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110302001942590384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110302001942590384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110302001942590384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110302001942590384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-mistake.html' title='My Mistake'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110301957697070117</id><published>2004-10-16T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:19:36.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without you</title><content type='html'>Without You...&lt;br /&gt;Why do I cry when I think of you?&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I’m smiling too&lt;br /&gt;I must be mad, crazy and it’s all because of you&lt;br /&gt;In a way do you feel it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you come so kindly at night?&lt;br /&gt;But cruel enough to leave comes dawn&lt;br /&gt;You make me weak I can’t stand&lt;br /&gt;On my own anymore&lt;br /&gt;I just need you with me to be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don’t leave…&lt;br /&gt;I need you here with me not in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Without you I can’t breathe&lt;br /&gt;I can do nothing but I&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a fool&lt;br /&gt;You killed me turned me into someone new&lt;br /&gt;Now I can’t help it I can’t live my life…&lt;br /&gt;Without you by my side I can’t go living all my life&lt;br /&gt;Without you by my side…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110301957697070117?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110301957697070117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110301957697070117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301957697070117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301957697070117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/without-you.html' title='Without you'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110301951963031805</id><published>2004-10-16T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:18:39.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me</title><content type='html'>Don’t you know it hurts when I&lt;br /&gt;Wake up in the morn and I&lt;br /&gt;Don’t find you right by my side&lt;br /&gt;Not holding me like last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a dream yes I know it was&lt;br /&gt;But can’t you let me dream a little longer&lt;br /&gt;At least ‘til I’m satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me again and again how much you love me&lt;br /&gt;I won’t speak I want you to do the talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make it that I don’t only see you when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;Why do you only come in my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Should I start looking? Could you recognize me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a sign? That you’re the one?&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to wait forever&lt;br /&gt;If you tell me your search is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110301951963031805?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110301951963031805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110301951963031805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301951963031805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301951963031805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/tell-me.html' title='Tell Me'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110301945619337825</id><published>2004-10-16T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:17:36.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first haiku</title><content type='html'>Saturday, October 16, 2004&lt;br /&gt;My Very First Haiku...&lt;br /&gt;Short lived flowers –haiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even perfect buds&lt;br /&gt;Die at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;So should we bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110301945619337825?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110301945619337825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110301945619337825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301945619337825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301945619337825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-very-first-haiku.html' title='My very first haiku'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110303072664152427</id><published>2004-10-14T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T21:29:41.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving you</title><content type='html'>i've always been in love with you&lt;br /&gt;for as long as i could remember&lt;br /&gt;and i've kept this feeling so true&lt;br /&gt;someday i wish we could be together&lt;br /&gt;cause i want you to be the one i run to&lt;br /&gt;when my heart is flaming with desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wishes are in false and dreams are in vain&lt;br /&gt;and i have become a good liar&lt;br /&gt;i hide my tears in the falling rain&lt;br /&gt;my laughters just pitch higher&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how much longer i can entertain&lt;br /&gt;before you replace me for another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm only human and i make mistake&lt;br /&gt;but loving you is all i want to do forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110303072664152427?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110303072664152427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110303072664152427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110303072664152427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110303072664152427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/loving-you.html' title='Loving you'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110303032153917090</id><published>2004-10-14T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T21:18:41.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Whom It May Concern</title><content type='html'>To Whom It May Concern...&lt;br /&gt;I guess…&lt;br /&gt;I guess you didn’t expect me to figure out…&lt;br /&gt;I guess you thought I should be kept in the dark…&lt;br /&gt;I guess you’ve done this all the time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m stupid…&lt;br /&gt;I’m stupid to trust you…&lt;br /&gt;I’m stupid cause I thought I was special…&lt;br /&gt;I’m stupid for believing someone would love me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish…&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you that I don’t care…&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could see this coming…&lt;br /&gt;I wish the day we met, I was never there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny…&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny cause I shouldn’t care…&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny cause I shouldn’t feel down…&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny cause I thought I won but I actually didn’t…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry…&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I didn’t hurt you…&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I showed I don’t give a damn…&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I let myself get hurt by you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts…&lt;br /&gt;It hurts cause I do love you…&lt;br /&gt;It hurts cause I do care…&lt;br /&gt;It hurts cause of all people I didn’t expect to be hurt by you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you…&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for telling me you love me…&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for acting like you care…&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me feel wanted, loved and cared…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love…&lt;br /&gt;Love means nothing more to me…&lt;br /&gt;Love is no more something I wish to receive…&lt;br /&gt;Love is just an ordinary word in the dictionary…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess… I’m Stupid,&lt;br /&gt;I wish… It’s Funny,&lt;br /&gt;I’m Sorry… It Hurts&lt;br /&gt;Thank you… Love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. for making me feel Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;First it was Funny. Now I Guess. It was all Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i Wish. it Hurts. no one else after me. this thing called Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110303032153917090?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110303032153917090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110303032153917090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110303032153917090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110303032153917090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='To Whom It May Concern'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110303012865204404</id><published>2004-10-14T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T21:15:28.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>People change… feelings too…&lt;br /&gt;You’ve changed and I did too..&lt;br /&gt;you said you’ve never loved anyone&lt;br /&gt;the way you loved me&lt;br /&gt;flowery and happy I asked you why&lt;br /&gt;but you couldn’t answer me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you why&lt;br /&gt;It’s simply because you never loved me&lt;br /&gt;You just want to have me But you never loved me.&lt;br /&gt;How can you love me when you’re loving someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I never loved you more&lt;br /&gt;Never more than a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry… sorry I lied&lt;br /&gt;I do love you… more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why I told you the lie?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I never want to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know if I could ever treat you right.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why… That’s why I lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you don’t feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;Though you said you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Though you said you care.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know it’s made up stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember once I said,&lt;br /&gt;“you could never hurt me as much as I’ve hurt you?”&lt;br /&gt;well… I suppose that’s a lie too cause&lt;br /&gt;last night I was broken to pieces&lt;br /&gt;knowing I never did hurt you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110303012865204404?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110303012865204404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110303012865204404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110303012865204404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110303012865204404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110302042968854914</id><published>2004-10-14T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:33:49.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How could you?!</title><content type='html'>How could I be so stupid?&lt;br /&gt;I actually trust you?&lt;br /&gt;I kept being played by people like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time I felt guilty and it was all for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;You were not feeling any of those hurt feelings you said.&lt;br /&gt;Lonely?! That is ONE word you’ll never feel.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s your motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played with my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;And I felt so guilty for not accepting you?&lt;br /&gt;When I said you couldn’t be trusted you said I was insensitive?!&lt;br /&gt;I guess you should have said that I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to believe anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think I was so lucky to have someone like you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;But now, knowing it was all a lie, I guess I don’t know you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were lonely but still you were loyal&lt;br /&gt;I thought you really loved me.&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m not even sure if you even ‘like’ me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I like you. No that’s too soft.I actually LOVED you.&lt;br /&gt;Notice the past tense?!Yup! I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could continue loving you but&lt;br /&gt;Since I don’t know you anymore, how could I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were someone I cherished.&lt;br /&gt;Really!I thought you were different.&lt;br /&gt;But you were just like the rest.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I actually hate people like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;You turn me into someone I would hate.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes a third person in their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing the truth, you gave me the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110302042968854914?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110302042968854914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110302042968854914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110302042968854914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110302042968854914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/how-could-you.html' title='How could you?!'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110301989725924555</id><published>2004-10-14T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T21:10:26.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't say goodbye...</title><content type='html'>I dreamed of you&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cry&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized&lt;br /&gt;My throat was dry&lt;br /&gt;I thirst for you&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t say good bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110301989725924555?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110301989725924555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110301989725924555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301989725924555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301989725924555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/dont-say-goodbye.html' title='don&apos;t say goodbye...'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110301956595994111</id><published>2004-10-14T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T21:11:12.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without you</title><content type='html'>Without You...&lt;br /&gt;Why do I cry when I think of you?&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I’m smiling too&lt;br /&gt;I must be mad, crazy and it’s all because of you&lt;br /&gt;In a way do you feel it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you come so kindly at night?&lt;br /&gt;But cruel enough to leave comes dawn&lt;br /&gt;You make me weak I can’t stand&lt;br /&gt;On my own anymore&lt;br /&gt;I just need you with me to be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don’t leave…&lt;br /&gt;I need you here with me not in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Without you I can’t breathe&lt;br /&gt;I can do nothing but I&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a fool&lt;br /&gt;You killed me turned me into someone new&lt;br /&gt;Now I can’t help it I can’t live my life…&lt;br /&gt;Without you by my side I can’t go living all my life&lt;br /&gt;Without you by my side…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110301956595994111?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110301970589472492</id><published>2004-10-13T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:21:45.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An-dew-t</title><content type='html'>All my life I’ve been praying for the one&lt;br /&gt;I want to love him with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;In return I want to be the love of his life&lt;br /&gt;And no one can ever tear us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I met you I hope that you’re the one&lt;br /&gt;I’m loving you with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me as much?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want him to be someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be the answer to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;Let us lead a wonderful life together&lt;br /&gt;Please love me and pay me back&lt;br /&gt;The years that I’ve waited for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fool’s paradise they say&lt;br /&gt;Let us be fools and stay there forever&lt;br /&gt;A place where you only cry happy tears&lt;br /&gt;And you only break up to make up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want you to be the one&lt;br /&gt;I’ve closed my heart to everyone else&lt;br /&gt;The keys are already in your hand&lt;br /&gt;Whether you open or not I’ll still wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those nights I met you&lt;br /&gt;Is it some kind of a sign?&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to think of it as true&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I really want him to be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110301970589472492?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110301970589472492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110301970589472492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301970589472492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301970589472492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/dew-t.html' title='An-dew-t'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110301963499732240</id><published>2004-10-13T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:20:34.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wira</title><content type='html'>Years go by so slowly and&lt;br /&gt;Months just change from Jan to Dec&lt;br /&gt;Days are gone one by one then&lt;br /&gt;Hours passed not noticed still…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can take your place in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;You were our love, our joy and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;No one can put away our love&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts, there is only one you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re just too special too kind too loving yet too cruel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110301963499732240?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110301963499732240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110301963499732240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301963499732240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301963499732240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/wira.html' title='Wira'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110301975623726613</id><published>2004-10-10T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:22:36.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Duet</title><content type='html'>the duet...&lt;br /&gt;: Why? Why are you feeling so sad?&lt;br /&gt;: Because… he never loved me.&lt;br /&gt;: So? Thought you didn’t want him too.&lt;br /&gt;: True…&lt;br /&gt;: Then why are you still blue?&lt;br /&gt;: I don’t know…&lt;br /&gt;: Don’t know or don’t want to know?&lt;br /&gt;: I guess… suddenly I feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;: Wasn’t he the lonely one?&lt;br /&gt;: He was never lonely.&lt;br /&gt;: But didn’t he say…?&lt;br /&gt;: He lied&lt;br /&gt;: Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;: I honestly don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;: Were you in love with him?&lt;br /&gt;: I don’t remember.&lt;br /&gt;: Did you love him?&lt;br /&gt;: I did.&lt;br /&gt;: But you were not in love?&lt;br /&gt;: I really liked him but…&lt;br /&gt;: But?&lt;br /&gt;: But I wasn’t ready to sacrifice for him.&lt;br /&gt;: Why?&lt;br /&gt;: Something kept stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;: I don’t know… sixth sense maybe..&lt;br /&gt;: Sixth Sense?! Are you kidding?&lt;br /&gt;: No. I’m serious.&lt;br /&gt;: Sorry. Does he know now?&lt;br /&gt;: No. I promised I won’t tell him.&lt;br /&gt;: Promised who?&lt;br /&gt;: Someone…&lt;br /&gt;: Do you want him to know?&lt;br /&gt;: I do. I want him to know that I know.&lt;br /&gt;: Then why don’t you just tell him?&lt;br /&gt;: Because of the promise!&lt;br /&gt;: Why don’t you break it?&lt;br /&gt;: It would hurt.&lt;br /&gt;: Who?&lt;br /&gt;: Her.&lt;br /&gt;: Didn’t she hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;: She didn’t mean to.&lt;br /&gt;: Did he?&lt;br /&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;: What do you plan to do?&lt;br /&gt;: If I could I want to break everything.&lt;br /&gt;: Everything?&lt;br /&gt;: Every connection with him.&lt;br /&gt;: Why?&lt;br /&gt;: I’m too hurt. But most of all…&lt;br /&gt;: Most of all?&lt;br /&gt;: I’m hurt cause he lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110301975623726613?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110301975623726613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110301975623726613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301975623726613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301975623726613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/duet.html' title='The Duet'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110301986112357864</id><published>2004-10-09T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:24:21.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tit 4 tat</title><content type='html'>tit 4 tat&lt;br /&gt;I was always there for you&lt;br /&gt;I know what’s good for you&lt;br /&gt;I say things needed by you&lt;br /&gt;I did everything for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed everything you said&lt;br /&gt;I played the games you played&lt;br /&gt;But when the day comes to end&lt;br /&gt;You’re still not my man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I want to know&lt;br /&gt;Which part I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what they have&lt;br /&gt;That I have not got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be your only one&lt;br /&gt;Your shining star&lt;br /&gt;Your day and your night&lt;br /&gt;I’m already everything you need&lt;br /&gt;Your left and your right&lt;br /&gt;But you’re just too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, that was then this is now&lt;br /&gt;I’m no longer your door mat&lt;br /&gt;Guys fall for me girls want to be me&lt;br /&gt;Here you come crawling back at me&lt;br /&gt;Saying we’re meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Huh?! What?! Are you kidding?!&lt;br /&gt;Real life isn't like the movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110301986112357864?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110301986112357864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110301986112357864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301986112357864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301986112357864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/tit-4-tat.html' title='tit 4 tat'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110301980669425630</id><published>2004-10-09T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:23:26.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you know?</title><content type='html'>Don't you know?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;To see how much you love me&lt;br /&gt;It hurts because I don’t feel the same&lt;br /&gt;It hurts because I know you deserve better.&lt;br /&gt;It hurt because I can’t return your feelings for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I cry at night?&lt;br /&gt;Nights when I can’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;When I realize how pure your love is&lt;br /&gt;When I realize I’ll never find anyone else as true&lt;br /&gt;When I realize I’m as lonely as you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how I hate it?&lt;br /&gt;The many ways you treat me&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me adoringly&lt;br /&gt;The way you make me your priority&lt;br /&gt;The way you make me feel special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re nothing but perfect&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything I want&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything I need&lt;br /&gt;With you its not lust&lt;br /&gt;It’s more than a crush&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me what it is&lt;br /&gt;Or you will see me run away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110301980669425630?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110301980669425630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110301980669425630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301980669425630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110301980669425630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/dont-you-know.html' title='Don&apos;t you know?'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110303036950460946</id><published>2004-09-09T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T21:19:29.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Paradise</title><content type='html'>I don’t remember how or what happened&lt;br /&gt;I just remember waking up and&lt;br /&gt;Realizing how deep I’ve fallen for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really… who are you?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know your name…&lt;br /&gt;Where do you come from?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps from the far back of my head…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that you’re the visual part of my fantasy&lt;br /&gt;You’re my dream which hasn’t yet cometh true&lt;br /&gt;The perfect one for me, one only I can see&lt;br /&gt;The one, the he, the him, the you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how come is it that to me… it seems&lt;br /&gt;Like you have a mind of your own&lt;br /&gt;Though you satisfy me in your reactions&lt;br /&gt;But to you I don’t seem to have the control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t I create you?&lt;br /&gt;When did you turn me into your own?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you too have a life of your own.&lt;br /&gt;Living among other human in reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that you’re not my dream?&lt;br /&gt;That it is a glimpse of the future?&lt;br /&gt;An unknown future of you and me&lt;br /&gt;Then perhaps we could meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not making sense anymore…&lt;br /&gt;You leave me worn out in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Then come back at night to tire me more&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let you control me like this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the master of this game&lt;br /&gt;I started it… so I should end it…&lt;br /&gt;But how can I end something well&lt;br /&gt;When I know my life depends on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110303036950460946?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110303036950460946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110303036950460946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110303036950460946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110303036950460946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-paradise.html' title='My Paradise'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110303049243950509</id><published>2004-08-03T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T21:21:32.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you?</title><content type='html'>i've been dreaming of you all my life&lt;br /&gt;i know you are meant for me&lt;br /&gt;you fit all criteria to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;with you i will be complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i am queen then you're the king&lt;br /&gt;together we rule succesfully&lt;br /&gt;if you are Ken, then i'm Barbiee&lt;br /&gt;very story a happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i've grown since yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you exist&lt;br /&gt;cuz i've been waiting for so long in vain&lt;br /&gt;i've never seen you -not once, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i still wait for 'that' day&lt;br /&gt;or should i now, just take my leave&lt;br /&gt;cuz if you won't come, then i can't wait&lt;br /&gt;someone else might be waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110303049243950509?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110303049243950509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110303049243950509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110303049243950509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110303049243950509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you?'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110303061676172049</id><published>2004-08-02T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T21:23:36.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of You</title><content type='html'>i dunno why&lt;br /&gt;i fell in love with you...&lt;br /&gt;when i look at the sky&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i see is you...&lt;br /&gt;even i when i am high&lt;br /&gt;i know my feeling is true...&lt;br /&gt;i don't have to lie&lt;br /&gt;with you i never feel blue...&lt;br /&gt;because i need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you do is tease&lt;br /&gt;you never tried to win my heart...&lt;br /&gt;but baby don't stop please&lt;br /&gt;cause i've fallen for you so hard...&lt;br /&gt;to you am i just like the trees&lt;br /&gt;or do you see me as an art...&lt;br /&gt;baby, just give me a kiss&lt;br /&gt;and tell me we will never part&lt;br /&gt;because i love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110303061676172049?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110303061676172049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110303061676172049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110303061676172049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110303061676172049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/because-of-you.html' title='Because of You'/><author><name>Maha El Zawawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284399738632862870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9606517.post-110303084508893557</id><published>2004-07-07T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T21:27:25.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there...</title><content type='html'>i don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;but now you're on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;right now you're in my head...&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to get you out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i don't even know your name...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just too attracted to you...&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you feeling for you...&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling for you now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just tell me who you are&lt;br /&gt;ask me what's my name&lt;br /&gt;tell me you're in love with me&lt;br /&gt;ask if i feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can let you down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9606517-110303084508893557?l=maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maha-elzawawiandpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110303084508893557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9606517&amp;postID=110303084508893557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9606517/posts/default/110303084508893557'/><link rel='self' 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