Thursday, March 17, 2011

untitled hatred

I hate waiting
escpecially If youre talking to someone else
you chose them over me


I hate being second line
I hate being used
I hate feeling wrong
I hate being the enemy
being misunderstood
failing to achieve
i hate asking for something and being refused
I hate letting someone down
i hate being bored
being dirty
feeling closed
I hate feeling closed
I hate feeling there's no going back

I hate anticipating what others are thinking
i hate trying to imagine what they think of me
i hate waiting
i hate feeling cold
or hot

i hate being in control
but hten i hate losing it

I hate people asking me things I cannot do
I hate thinking of people that do not think of me
i hate thinking of people that dont deserve

i hate thinking
too much
I hate wondering
I hate guessing
guessing all the time
i hate feeling down all the time
I mean like my cards are the ones turned
but the truth is
all my cards are up
and I am the one with all the good things
but they make me feel like I dont have anything

and that is my fault
I pull my cards back down
by thinking what people think

of 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' -