Shadows of my past
Monday, March 20, 2006



When I was younger I used to write poetry and short stories (hard to believe that now though) and well a friend of mine reminded me of it so I went digging in my old scrap books and found that I had written a lot of short stories and poems in both Arabic and English ..

everything was centered around two themes love and depression (apparently I was one depressed teenager lol) .. well for old times sake I thought I would post two of them. the first one I don't even recall writing.. the second one I entered it in a poetry competition when I was studying in the UK and it actually got published by the international library of poetry.. keep in mind that I was only 16 at the time !!

"Shadows of my past"

The glow of the lamp is the only light in the room
nothing else lessens the darkness of it
most of all the darkness in my heart
I hear his voice saying
'I pity you,, for you have no soul left
and where your heart once was is a rock'
I weep silently ,, and the room is so quiet
except for the faint tick of the clock
I look around me and all I see are .. Shadows of the past

All my life I have lived for the past
for the passion I once felt
too blind to realize the passion
I could have had

If only I'd looked
but now it's too late
and all I have are.. shadows of the past

22nd April 1997

"When hope dies"

What happens when hope dies ..
when all your dreams and wishes shatter like glass in the sunlight
They say that nothing like that can ever happen
That there is always hope.. that people always think what if or if I ..well maybe I'll try

If I had wings I'd fly away to a secluded island
a place where I can't hurt anyone and no one can hurt me,

If I were a squirrel I'd run up the highest tree and stay there ...out of reach,
If I was a droplet of water I wouldn't be a tear from a sad eye ..I'd rather be from a happy one,

If I were a grain of sand I'd fly into the eye of my enemy.. me.. for I am my worst enemy,
If I was the wind I'd carry love and lovely scents and that certainly isn't here,
If I was the sun I'd shine brightly on the fields of love and burn hate,

There are many if I's but I can't say them all,
but my most important wish is to be all of those and disappear away from here
away is where I want to be and even that I can't have..

so again I ask .. what happens when hope dies?

1st July 1996.


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8 comment(s):

Beautiful Mystique.. I never really had you pictured as a poet but those were pretty good! Esp the second ;)

By Blogger Samyah, at 11:40 PM  

I remember when you used to sit down and write your stories and poems. I really think you should continue cause you obviously have the gift. What's the one that got published in the U.K? it was very simple but lovely.

By Blogger Unknown, at 12:40 AM  

Duh Nab the second one is the one that got published :P

Thanks guys for your comments.. but when i read them now i feel they were so childish.. then i remember it was 10 years ago and i was a totally different person .. strange how we change throughout the years..

By Blogger Mystique, at 1:58 PM  

Oh yeah.. it is. lol. oopsy. :D

By Blogger Unknown, at 6:45 PM  

I know Oracle !! ohh you don't want to know what i found the other day.. i will give you three little letters to remember DMR.. heheh those were the days.. i think i am getting nostalgic because its been 10 years since our high school graduation

By Blogger Mystique, at 10:19 AM  

Mystique... your writing's emotional... speaking of the poems... I didn't know you also write...
I would've liked to read a book based on these poems... for real

I say keep it up... and hopefully I'll keep an eye on your new releases :p... so welcome to blogger world and hope you enjoy it.

By Blogger TripleTee, at 4:19 PM  

Thanks for your comment Triple T ,, i haven't written in a long long time.. who know i might be inspired too one day soon.. !!!

By Blogger Mystique, at 3:57 PM  

Wooowwooo Gurl,, thats really so nice, i remember u had ur lil diary back in uni days, and u used to write in it daily for sometime and then stopped for sometime and .. i liked ur 1st poem i think, really nice, and yaa gurl u were so sad like :(

Gurl keep it up , really nice to read a book full of such lil nice poems ..dont stop ;)

By Blogger FerreroRoche, at 7:58 AM  

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