Friday, October 8, 2010

Broken hearted girl

I Realise I am the most broken hearted girl
in my world, the world
in the worst state of broken heart
I could never have a bigger slash
or a deeper wound
I could never be more hurt
or feel so disconnected with good
Suddenly
I lose control

giving everything you built
in a lifetime
for a second or two seconds divine


I am broken hearted for I have lost the chance to remain strong
but now, just a fewseconds later
i can see amillion ways I Could have been strong
that I didnt take
I lead myself to this
which is why I am broken hearted

I could never be more broken hearted
For I have lost every bit of faith
its like i angry and mad
at who?
or what?
its no ones fault but myself
I have lead people to talk abot me
and think about me
and wonder about me
jsut like im quesitoning myself now


suddenly im so silent
suddenly im just so suprised
and so pained
at what weakness can do

but its my own fault im weak
its my own fault im like this
there is no point on blaming other people
that got me down
no matter what theyve done
I choose my options
I choose my thinking
I CHOOSE MY THINKING

I'm broken hearted because I Feel so small
Ifeel like im thorned
i feel like Im embarrassed from the creator
I cant mention his name


IM broken hearted because today is friday
and it feels like the last day
it feels like I jsut want to open some door and never come back



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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' -