Monday, November 2, 2009

I never usually 19


I'm sick

I'm tired

I'm lonely

I'm scared

I'm imprisoned in these ideas and dreams

closed within this drama

so many feelings

so many wishes and hopes

I'm afraid

I'm angry

I'm trying to understand myself

to be someone beautiful

I'm strange

Ive never been like this

so ...wicked

Ive never been like this

so adamant about wrong

making it seem right

I dont know

Ive never even written on this place like this

usually its never about me

i mean, i never write about me so ..clearly

its always hidden behind metaphors and words and things

but not like this

just plain sentences so clear

I want to find love and to have it find me so that together

the earth trembles with a romance so deep so quick so long so strong so raw so fresh so real so crystal with expensive days shaking the times love even existed

i dont know

i guess

ive never been loved

and it hurts

i guess...#seeing all my cousins and friends find what i look for ..

well no i cant see what i look for

but i am jealous

of them

of anything small they do

and say

i get jealous

and i think to myself

thats ridiculous!

theyre all thinking theyre in love and thats not love thats... boring

you know you dont want anything like that

!

you want

the earth trembling type

but im still jealous

im still angry

with myself

with everything

i forget to ask god

i forget to love

the only thing that can give me my dreams

i dont know

i feel silly

i am writing very raw and square

not smooth sentiments of thought of truth

something that you can read and say, hey i get that


i dont even get it

what do i want?

when will i control myself?

when will i be happy

with who i am

with what i got

with what god gave me

and saved me, with

when will i be fulfilled

when will i be... recovered

from a youthful predisposition

to a pure woman

an independant woman

from all the pain

all the fury

all the anger

of something so small

consuming her , consuming me

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What it is...

I see Life like a rose in the ice... beautiful but with cold settings - There are so many incredible things out there - but we always need to fight and perservere against the hardships too... otherwise the cold will win ... and we will wither away.

My imagination has led me to believe in something called 'Sudan Fairytale' -
The fantasy that My country will one day be independant and proud, never selfsish to provide its people with its needs, give freedom and success to all, be forever committed to achieve a prosperous inhabitance to every Sudanese in their own country-

My eyes fail me and I see the truth which I call - 'Khartoum Heartbreak' - This is a theme running through the blog under the 'Khartoum Heartbreak' Poems and whatever else about Sudan conveying broken down love, poor streets and cut off electricity along with a lot of other decays and problems in Khartoum city Life.

But I love my country and so I have no choice but to merge the Pain and the Love as one.

Faith is my heart and I could never do without it hoping in my prayers that I can be someone better always and that God forgives me as I fall in Mistakes through that frozen path of Life...

Sometimes I feel under control with all the too many emotions that run to colour my days and nights - Books, movies, music, dreams, friends, family, strangers, travel, - reality - the 10 O' Clock news -Most of the time I'm very Lost in trying to understand - whatever happens becomes tangled into writing this confusing memoir -

It's a really odd combination of air - not sure whether it is refreshing or suffocating - stabilising or maddening - But I breathe and
so it is
'Memoirs of a Sudanese breath' as I am 'Lost but under control' -