TENDERgirl- the english version

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Location: palestine,arab 48

موقع شعر فلسطيني لاذع,بنظرة مختلفة ومفاجئة, بلغة سهلة للهضم, مثيرة للخيال غير متجاهلة للواقع ,TENDERLY GIRLISH PROUD ARAB GIRL, love fairies and fairy tales, writes arabic poetry ,

Friday, January 13, 2006

i had a plan

i had a plan
i floated with every step
like the wind swept for my target
in a coffin i defeated me sorrow
broken anything in my way like a tornado
and my rebellion grew more
and i was there powerfully forceful
to declare my war
i saw him strolling
its time for my revenge



i nearly fulfilled my plan
if it weren't for memory
was stunned with pity
or hearing a voice begging me
"forgiveness is power"
then i chased away my angry ghosts
realising its silly
left him with mouth opened
bathing with fear and wonder

Tuesday, January 10, 2006




a stormy leberation war!!!!!

That changes rotten system???

And BURY governors

Clears the clouds of injustice

For the love of humanity

And when the mask drops

We see you scatter sugar over death

And your wars harvest the roots of the humanity within us


You buy oil with the destiny of people

The violent cycle turns

Today you are the attacker

On whom it well turns next?

Look into your mirror























I love my murderer

but how should I love your killer

my only comfort is my prayer

I repeat it till my tongue hardens

That u don’t know the darkness of a grave
Or enjoy a peaceful death

That your soul wonder in its desert of loneliness

You say I murdered you?

then die

AND BE My ghost

And hunt me

for eternity .....

Friday, December 30, 2005

he was a slut

he was dark yet
to be frank
he was a slut
going and cumming with any cunt
even fake ones
he didn't let by




till one day he got shout
he lernt the leson threw the pain
never to cross or cheat again
to drive his Bugatti he wishes he could

serves him right the little squid


i dare not Bereave him
his Instinct
so sure of his Libido
he now remains with his ego
that's the price of his forbidden lust
that would be the end of his game
for now he drives
only on my carpet
and if i wish so
he'll forget about it


Does anyone know the sweat of death?

Every minute of waiting

each twist from any movement that is heard

my end is coming

but I'm still here

Prohibited from any beam

My lust for life grows

What good is there though?

for crucial Concomitant events

Gathered against me

The hardest thing is how easy to get me out

Yet nobody comes

Officially no time for illusions

Today is a gift which's price well be taken tomorrow

No one understands the beats of my heart

How my nerves weaken when hearing their steps

And the approaching of my death

All that is good has left me

yet I care not anymore