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Ahhh poor fahad. he was trying to be good. his fitra was telling him to get out. but he was co-erced. DARN HAMZAH :lol:

 

i feel bad for the guy....

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TIPTOE THAT WAS AWESOME! :o PLEASE SIGN MY SHOE!

 

and MADFAIRY! :o that was INSANE! :o PLEASE SIGN MY OTHER SHOE!

 

MISSLOUDMOUTH! :o THAT was CRAZY! PLEASE SIGN MY THIRD SHOE!

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^ very thought-provoking.

 

Rafey: thas an awesome poem..but i dont exactly get it. Is it sorta like "from the eyes of a stone"?

its just a stupid contradictory silly thing. don't worry your head about it too much :P

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rafey wake up, wake up its time to go study

but your head feels scrambled,as if you were a druggie

but your drug is just depression

responsibility seems to lessen

wake up rafey, you're gonna miss the train

but your only gonna have yourself to blame

just sit there, with both your hands on your skull

a garbage dump covered with screaming seagulls

a hundred voices tellin you which way to turn

which house to build, which bridge to burn

just shut up for now, you gotta first get your degree

you're judged by your marks, who cares if you planted a tree

who cares if you place importance in humanity

as long as you get A's, who cares of your sanity

you don't make much sense but its not even 8 yet

you haven't even finished washing your breakfast plate yet

why can't you be normal, you always mess it up

why oh why must your mind always errupt

you keep getting dragged from here to there

the seagulls get louder, gets harder to bear

you don't even live no more

even eating feels like a chore

figure it out, you keep saying you will

but you keep swallowing this painful pill

your plans won't work, you'll end up homeless

but its not like you're a stranger to loneliness

you keep falling asleep rafey, you're falling behind

procrastination only gives you a steeper mountain to climb

what's in your mind rafey, what's in your mind

you can't stop falling, you're far from your prime

the sad thing is, that happened in grade nine

how come you're never smart enough when it matters the most

it never stops, you know you're in for a slow and steady roast..

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I love drugs,

Drugs love me,

Crack, cocaine and ecstasy..

With a *sniff sniff* here

And a *sniff sniff* there,

I am in intensive care

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Roll, roll, roll your spliff,

Twist it at the end.

Light it up,

Take a puff

And pass it to a friend

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rafey wake up, wake up its time to go study

but your head feels scrambled,as if you were a druggie

but your drug is just depression

responsibility seems to lessen

wake up rafey, you're gonna miss the train

but your only gonna have yourself to blame

just sit there, with both your hands on your skull

a garbage dump covered with screaming seagulls

a hundred voices tellin you which way to turn

which house to build, which bridge to burn

just shut up for now, you gotta first get your degree

you're judged by your marks, who cares if you planted a tree

who cares if you place importance in humanity

as long as you get A's, who cares of your sanity

you don't make much sense but its not even 8 yet

you haven't even finished washing your breakfast plate yet

why can't you be normal, you always mess it up

why oh why must your mind always errupt

you keep getting dragged from here to there

the seagulls get louder, gets harder to bear

you don't even live no more

even eating feels like a chore

figure it out, you keep saying you will

but you keep swallowing this painful pill

your plans won't work, you'll end up homeless

but its not like you're a stranger to loneliness

you keep falling asleep rafey, you're falling behind

procrastination only gives you a steeper mountain to climb

what's in your mind rafey, what's in your mind

you can't stop falling, you're far from your prime

the sad thing is, that happened in grade nine

how come you're never smart enough when it matters the most

it never stops, you know you're in for a slow and steady roast..

:o incredible!..

 

Your poems are so friggin good man.

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^ lol- i got it off ma mate

no, she aint a druggie

btw hamzah, tht story is friggin er... WOW

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wrote this little thing up last night:

 

i've always hesitated.

while inside my head i debated,

outside i just grew jaded

i just stood there, biting my lip

stood still, cuz i was afraid that i'd trip

and life went by at its usual clip

never got a chance to say the things that i meant

never able to fulfill the dreams that i dreamt

you know, its just the way these things went

rememberin all the times spent with my ladies and my boys

the toughest thing to swallow is that i did have a choice

i just made a mistake, couldn't think cuz of the noise

and i still can't, even after my journey's ended

tears flow at the thought of all those times i could've repented

but my time is gone, now i think of how i could've spent it

-rafey

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it's on bt as well, so if you read it there, don't bother reading it here.

it was written as a practice essay for my english o-level. i think the topic was something like..."write about a strange occurrence in nature that you witnessed".

 

Section B (a)

 

The rain pelted down, beating our backs and rising higher and higher. My two year old son bawled at the back of the cart for his dead mother. The line moved slowly. The oxen could not get a firm grip on the slippery ground, rich with silt. Yet we carried on, following our leader, the Promised One.

The group ground to a halt as people ahead slowed and stopped. Climbing a small hill, I looked to see what the matter was. The sight terrified me. All hope that I had felt on being rescued from our captors fled my breast. For what lay in front of us was an angry sea. The storm had whipped the waves into such a frenzy that one could even see the fish boiling to the surface. I had never seen the sea in such a rage. And there we were, caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. Literally. People kept glancing back, fear of seeing the guards coming to take us back, back to our lives of slavery and oppression, writ clear on their faces. The thick rain shielded everything further than three feet from our eyes.

Shouts came from the front of the crowd, drawing our attention. Our Saviour stood on a short cliff hanging over the raging waters. He raised his gnarled staff, his back to us. A calm settled in as we handed our futures to this young boy with the serene smile. He fell to his knees and gestured to the sky, and I felt the earth rumble. What I witnessed next remains etched on my memory and will go down in our history as the pivotal point.

The sea parted. The carts started forward as he led us between the towering walls of moody blue. We gazed about us in awe, our hearts pounding and knees shaking.

Cries of dismay came from the rear. They could see the soldiers approach. We broke into a run, abandoning our possessions as cart wheels broke and oxen stumbled. As the last of our motley crowd passed the boundary of water, he came and with a gesture of his hand, the waters flooded back, reclaiming our land and destroying the soldiers.

Tears mixed with the rain streamed down my face. Clutching my son, I knelt down and kissed the ground. I was home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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