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2012-02-04T17:38:00.000+02:00

RanasAnatomy

Find Me!

2012-01-20T23:30:00.002+02:00

Find me… I am just lost

Set me free…help me escape my past's ghosts

Love me… allow me to be yours

Come to me… let me be the one you hold

Help me… to open up all of these doors

Choose me…and unlock my roars

Sing to me… with your wildest chords

Find me… I am in the middle of no where

Come and place me… where I know no scare

Tell me… promise me we will reach there

And pray with me… to forever live this day

Now guide me… to say what I need to say

I need your love…I need you for me….

So stay now you're here just stay….

Now that you have FOUND ME

FIND ME

RANA AL-JAMAL

11:16 PM

20/1/2012

Attested and accredited poet...

2012-01-20T00:51:00.002+02:00

My name is Rana Al-Jamal and I am an accredited poetess
THANK YOU
The Academy of American Poets
National Honor Society
75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901
New York, NY 10038
csls@poets.org

Thank you Dr. Wilson
Person that sent me this news :)

My Poetry Won :) Approved and accredited

2011-12-12T21:09:00.000+02:00

Approved and accredited by

http://aoaex.org/
The Association for Online Academic Excellence

2011-11-04T23:00:00.000+02:00

Can you come to me?

Can you say what I have been trying to say?

Can you please just tell me?

Will you end this wait?

Will you utter, will you put together?

What I have been attempting to create?

Can you move closer?

Can you allow me to finally see you?

Can you be what I have been just trying to orate?

Can you just mouth it all?

Give me answers instead of questions?

Can you break for me all of these walls?

Will you eventually approach me?

Will you allow me to; at last, sing the note "mi"?

Or I will find out that this was never my place,

This is just where I was never meant to be.

Life will go on; more questions will continue to form

More thoughts will continue to go lost

With no answers to construe from such one's inner storm

©♥RANA AL-JAMAL©♥

10:33 pm 4/11/11

Aljamel86@yahoo.com

NOT EDITED YET

The literature of my life...

2011-08-24T03:35:00.001+03:00

The literature of our lives, a picture for our lies…
Our wishes under the skies, oh life, it denies…
A flushed away serenity, for, you keep confirming my stupidity
When I force my hope to survive, deeper instead, it dives

Where are we now?
What is next And how?

Another chance! Is that what we need?
Or must I get out of that door, in a quick speed
Oh shall I run away from all of this? Perhaps go for a flee?
Or are you going to allow yourself to change? Are you going to let me be me?
I am even permitting my own words to distort me
Dismantle my being, maybe I will finally see?

So in this piece, I reach for a prayer, to ask for what I can I be
It might be filled with yet more questions, and a whole bunch of maybes
So that maybe, one of them this time will have an end, set my thoughts at peace
To no longer pretend that I am happy while I am not,
But, truly be so, and have no more tears visiting my buns:

Dear lord, god almighty,
My key, to all of these locked doors

May you see me eligible for your grace; author the literature of my life
And conclude all of this madness, with your kindness
And guide me away from this maze
Please! Have me surrounded with your embrace
And maybe I shall live a clam life, than this confusing mess…

RANA MOHAMMAD AL-JAMAL
ALJAMEL86@YAHOO.COM
3:00 AM 24/8/2011

--> Not edited yet
-->Zamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan ma katabt so!!
-->ITS BEEN REALLY A WHILE SINCE I HAVE WRITTEN ANYTHING, SO … FORGIVE ME IF THIS DID NOT COME TO YOUR TASTE, HOW EVER, I NEEDED TO WRITE THIS ...

Where are you?

2011-01-22T03:46:00.001+02:00

I miss flirting with the words,

and watching them make some right chords.

I seek cuddling with their sounds,

the ones I hear, as I run from my own doubts.

I long for the fairytales they create more and more,

The ones they are, eventually, the author for.

I miss the constant relief they end up giving,

reminding me, it is you, that can put that happy ending.

They line up; they realize their roles bit by bit,

they never mind how angry and mad it all can get.

It is a fight, that is something for sure, they comprehend.

The title of your life to hold, but it is you that have set.

To declare and name that ride, narrate and tell about the cries and lies,

get everything out of the hide, taking no bodies' but your side.

Every time, they are but a friend of yours and mine,

that is why I miss having them around or at least in my mind

3:29 AM

22/1/2011

RANA AL-JAMAL

Wecome [Again] :

2010-11-03T02:33:00.007+02:00

It is because of the rain and because of the cold,
You lost your way and your concrete life boat,
From all the storms and their clouds that roared,
The dark secrets over your head, they roamed
Waiting to be told and you to drop all of that load
Just to stop lying awake and a new dream to call:
It will be one that will guide you to that lost road
Safe, get you out of your own cave with a fresh hope
For you to finally find home, one, that is not flawed;
You built with your own boards, with a color you chose
Then the question you asked, when you were young in "old"
Remember? It was about them, "Oh! Where did they go?"
Back then, when they disappeared, you no longer "them" saw
But, once they feel you here, they will come, in a uniting flaw
Their flickering wings will send those shadows float,
They will tick softly, and whisper "change" at your door,
Your feet sore, yet, you get up, open it and see them all,
They then tell you the story, and explain what went along,
"When you lost your self, we found you around no more,
It was you that left, to find that thing you always looked for,
Did you?" They wonder, "or again, you're planning to be gone!"
You look so pale, do not understand, "what is this tale they spoke?"
"It was that feeling": they say, "When you had, you just simply froze,
Made you always sense something was missing, so you had to know"
Silence you prefere, but they realize that you were able to recall
They do not care though, because of that smile on your face they saw
Yes, but it does not matter, for you can now touch some new core;
On your shoulder one of them lands, and one another on your nose,
Like a flower you rise, "you are ok now": they say, "You are a rose",
"We are your butterflies, decide to stay and we are your backbone,
Whenever, wherever, no one is free, from committing the wrong,
All you wanted was to grow, but what about that child? Yes, we know
Buried it there, just so you believe you are behind the right [row]
Welcome now again, our big child, our life's meadow our adult [kiddo]"
You close your eyes this time, this "You" will be here tomorrow for sure
That this dream, can not be another nightmare, not on such a divine shore,
So it can not be simply "not real", you are no longer diseased but, simply pure
Let them answer whatever questions, they are tending, to eternally bore
Under the moon light, inside your "present", get ready to [again] be whole
linger and heal, then against all the odds, you are proud of your fragile soul
Then you "be", with your innocence to keep, to be free and to hold.

2:02 am

Mood: have no idea

RANA AL-JAMAL

[[[[NOT EDITED YET]]]

"Random"

2010-10-30T21:59:00.005+02:00

What if you wanted to write about me?
Not necessarily because you loved me, or
Even liked me, just that simply,
You took a glimpse of me, so, you wanted to see

What words can tell my story
What rhyme can penetrate my glory
What answers can end this awry
Oh what can pervade, how you are "sorry"

For all the moments in your life that were wasted
Before this idea "of you and me" to be created
For the many times you ignored the winds, that to
"Me" they "You" lifted, yet chose to be one of the tormented

Not that I know myself, oh to proclaim that, can be a sin
Why not though? Why didn’t you allow me then?
To dig and know, but now in the present,
All one can think of the "what could have been?"

So let me I tell you what you can say
Not necessarily because I have hope, or some way,
For our paths to again meet, in some another random sway
With yet another hello or some a new "hey":

Declare us under the "not meant to be"
Feel the sorrow sliding, invading the imaginary
You will not try to knock the door, with your broken key
Live in this concrete reality, and leave that world of poetry

Therefore my "once upon a time" handsome sir
Walk away, and let us continue as strangers and conquer:
I was just another "random" element in your life to consider
No need to ponder, here you go; it all never needed a philosopher.

9:44 PM
RANA AL-JAMAL
http://www.ranasanatomy.blogspot.com/
30/10/2010
"NOT EDITED YET"

My New Friend, ...

2010-10-03T12:51:00.007+03:00

This is my new friend
This is the one,
I will never resent this is my new kin
This is my new friend

Who knows where I have been
and now I am in a better den
in control, enjoying life's long sin
everything goes but with my consent

It is loudly unheard
flying like a free bird
does not matter if it is without a herd
realising how it is all just absurd

the name is silence
came after long experience
accepted my existence
with no need resistence

allows me to see everybody else's nonsence
I proudly with, declare my unique conscience
it is the long lasting independence
this is my new friend, my golden silence

RANA AL-JAMAL
1:15 PM
3/10/2010
MOOD: SEEKING SILENCE

Oh..where?

2010-08-08T02:45:00.003+03:00

Where are the words?
That can strike all of "this" like swords,
Where are the letters?
That always knew how to make me feel better,
Where are the sounds?
That formed my feelings and put me back to the ground,
Where are the alphabets?
That once gathered, they taught me how life is but simply full of bets,
Where is that air?
That played some kind of a prosody which lifts you up to somewhere,
Where are the huffs and puffs?
That declared one's anger, yet knew what to do, once it got rough,
Where do we find that anguished "oh"?
That usually rhymes in some piece of music, especially when you are low
Where is me in all of that, and where do I fit?
When I stand here alone, where none of it is left
Where, oh where, are all the answers to these questions?
When they are needed, when you are in some process of redemption
Where do I go from here?
When I am again filled with all of this fear,
And where are you my dear?
When I am in need for you near

RANA AL-JAMAL
2:13 AM
8/8/10

In her flowing robe...!!!

2010-06-19T01:39:00.001+03:00

Through darkness she walks, with her long gown
It floats as she moves, slightly above the ground
Tip toe, she creates an elegant sound,
As she goes round, trying not to fall down

Her feet echo the voice of the unheard
Some music of a broken winged bird
One that never knew how to belong to its herd
Like living in some theatre of the "absurd"

Her body advances but her approach relapses
As if she was trying to master one of these dances
But every time she believes time passes
Again she is back here, in the middle of such madness

She follows the wind that strikes gently not her hair,
Like an unsettled bud, she flies away from home to no where
Lonely she sways, utters words she always longed to say
But never did she find someone to really and deeply care

And so for now, she has to learn and she has to cope
Never to end her journey, nor stop but rather gallop
In the midst of all such emptiness to fill her heart with hope
Minding not such unwinding road in her flowing robe,

RANA AL-JAMAL
1:27 AM
18/06/10
Flowing robe…
Not edited yet
Credit: aljamel86@yahoo.com

As Simple As it is...!!!!

2010-06-08T14:55:00.001+03:00

I may have stopped, yet, I did not drop
I may have got lost, but, I did not rust
and perhaps I did not know anymore
still, I knew there is going to be another door

I may have forgotten, yet, I always realized what I got
I may have emptied my lot, but, that is to prepare for what is going to come
Oh yes perhaps it had been the same, and I have been all blue,
that I might not have known, what is there left to do
here I am though,
like that song of a moon, singing in the darkness
waiting for the sun, that should be here soon.

It is as simple as it is,
we are all part of a cycle,
existing in some oracle,
A life that goes on and on,
with or without a miracle,
and no, I am not being synical

You choose and you decide
you figure your story out
no longer enslaved, by the insanity of time,
because, it is as simple as it is,
life goes on, with or without pain
it is not confusing, not a fumbling phase
it is just as simple as it is,....

Rana Mohammad Al-Jamal
Copy rights: aljamel86@yahoo.com
Note: NOT EDITED YET

9:40 PM
7/6/2010

MY PRIVATE SPACE......!!!!!!!

2010-02-11T04:59:00.004+02:00

I pass through their noise
And linger into that sound I make, out of my own choice
I push that simple gate, it is my place
Away from every other face
It is my private space, to pause life's chase

I close the door behind me, and open the water
I watch, oh it flows and it declares that I can not be bothered
I wait and the fog says it's ready, for me to go under
To unwind, or perhaps to try to recover

But, I was not there for that
I am here where I am allowed to be sad
I came to reach and also to hide
To have "my self" by my side

Now with that showering façade
And that closed door, with no expected bang
I finally can enjoy "me" unleashed
Just not forced to have everyone else pleased

Silence every where, on the floor I easily lie
I am not crazy, enough like one wishing to die,
I am just tired, and here to rest
Secluded from their empty questions
And their vain need for it all to be expressed

Once I am finally able to hear my own breaths
I believe it is time to go out there again,
To their illusion, away from my deepest depths
"Up" where they assume that everything exists,
According to their life's "made up" lists

Anyhow, I stand up; close my eyes for one last time
How the heck can I conclude this "so-called" rhyme?

That spoke about this white-bleached and squared room
Which "they" could never predict me to choose, to share my gloom
It views how sane enough I am, to know it is not yet my doom,
And how much insane I could be, to still be able to exist along their loom

Never part of what I am, and always part of what they are
Am I allowed to call that a sacrifice, or am I going by that too far?
Everything will continue to happen with or without me
Shall I go back and just see?
What difference I would make, if I just continued to "be"

Time to return, it is time to leave
"Resume" life; seek again "hope" to believe
If I just never lose that faith, wait and see
Maybe I will be able one day. to learn their kind of music
One I never thought my heart would ever pick

To continue beating, to continue being.
So, I wave goodbye for these white tiles
Time to "again" join that coral, regardless these sighs
For, they claim they know the right way of singing
Let's just accept that for now,
Perhaps one day they will listen more carefully
,next time maybe,
They will realize that all they have been really doing
Is actually, and rather "screaming"...

RANA MOHAMMAD AL-JAMAL
4:55 AM
11/2/09
MY PRIVATE SPACE
""""NOT EDITED YET""""

"Acapella"

2009-12-03T17:50:00.003+02:00

Like choosing the right music for words you do not understand
Out of voice, out of noise, without a choice, I am without your hand
Like choosing the right chords for no lyrics but for a song to be sang
Out of roads, out of strength, filled with doubts up in heaven it is all hang

Like an "acapella" but there are only breaths, absolute emptiness, yet nothing in hide
Out of smiles, out of feelings, and out of my own mind
Like an umbrella looking after the young behind, with hands so wide
Out of leaves, out of spirit, and out of dances to complete this ride

Like a new born, can see also hear, but with no one to rear
Out of steps, out of ways, turning into stone, with no more tears
Like a sea with lots of winds trembling waves, hiding fear
Out of ships, on the edge, out of stories, to hold so dear

Just like this piece of melody, tearing me up inside
Out of certainty, out of serenity, without an essence eager to cry
Like being some where, in which you dare to have no sense for time
Out of conclusions, out of all the rights, tumbling down without a pride

RANA AL-JAMAL
5:22PM
3/12/09

This post had been edited by me
11:10 PM
5/12/09

Think Again ....

2009-10-17T19:31:00.002+03:00

"Think Again"

When I thought the music was coming from you, I should have heard again
When I heard my heart pumping harder for you, I should have thought again

When I felt my soul warming up more near you, I should have touched you again
When I listened to your smile whispering, chanting, should have watched you again

When I thought I will be me with you, I should have thought again
When I heard the echoes of tomorrows with you, I should have heard again

When I felt that blunt-never I shall be, I should have felt again,
for when I thought your lies will end soon, Oh I should have thought again

When I spread my wings, I should have spread them away from you
When I had you nesting inside, should have never set it ready for you
When I thought you are finally my home, the reason that I will stay sane too
until you prove me, that when I have no clue about someone ah, I never really do

When I thought you will be my man I should have thought again;
When I thought you will be the one that "can" I should have thought again

RANA AL-JAMAL
11:22 PM
13-10-09

Tell Me...

2009-09-25T21:54:00.001+03:00

Tell me you will miss me; tell me you will again meet me
I will take those words inside, as I close my eyes and unwind
I will allow them to turn into music, as you take my hand, it is you I pick
Yes, whisper these words, that will assure me you will always be here
So I move around, bravely I will dance to wash away all of my fears

Until you kiss me, until you say: you will never stop loving me
We will leave, although we are staying, that
Suddenly into our own place we will be swaying
It is our first time, our first rhyme, our last sole breath
That together we take, together we make, until death

Tell me something, to my heart start your magical chanting
Through your moves, let me show you what to you I can do
Allow me to dare, to prove it all, why am I here, listen to my call
Oh whole, we are finally are, all of the missing pieces no longer far
Oh where have you been, all of this time, come on and fix one of life's crimes

Tell me I am finally safe; promise me I am never going back to that cave
Where everyone is cruel, without a conscious you must be so you can pull through
Oh what the heck you are here now, you will help me to know how, how to forgive and forget
Can these lines be to you a vow, broken not, I will push away all of the doubts

Now just tell me, tell me you will miss me, and that you will again meet me
I will take those words inside, as I close my eyes, and get out from the hide
I will dance the rest of my dances with you and start believe in new chances,
Through the masses I will no longer be alone, before you leave now let us
Witness the new dawn, on our love it arrives, marking it all in all of the skies
Let us show
Let us show them how we simply matched, declared it all,
Our place in life, we eventually and righteously catch…

RANA AL-JAMAL
2:32 AM
25-09-2009
All Credit & RIGHTS Go to:
©♥RANA AL-JAMAL©♥
©♥aljamel86@yahoo.com©♥

apology over-ruled

2009-09-25T02:54:00.002+03:00

I am sorry that I was selfish enough to complain
sorry for not allowing you to feel your own pain

sorry for making you have doubts and fears about life
I am sorry for myself and I am sorry I never counted to five

sorry I did not value the bless that came over me
once I’ve been given the chance to have someone like you beside me

I am sorry I dared to let you down
and for allowing it all to spin you around

I am sorry that for having to be sorry about this
that you are here, and have to read this

I am sorry I’ve never valued what was given to me
wanted to be let out of it right away as though it would set me free

I am sorry I dared to proclaim what was never mine
how I ignored it all, despite of all the clear signs

I am sorry I needed you, and I needed you the wrong way
sorry that I was selfish enough that I needed you to need me the same way

RANA AL-JAMAL
1:30 AM
25/9/09

˙·٠"constantly needing someone is but a demand to getting hurt, and wanting to be needed, is a free ticket to disappointment..."

An amazing piece of music by Mark Isham

2009-09-22T15:15:00.003+03:00

"SENSE OF TOUCH" Music by Mark Isham
The tranzlation of the chanting is:

Let's tap your heart so we can paint the walls and see if anybody likes the tone or the pain. The hungry eyes waiting for life flash, now they're gonna see it. Open your veins so we can make a pool and bathe and see if anyone complains of the stain. Let's strip you down so we can see you old scars. Now you're gonna feel it. Show me how to shine now... Read more. Have you ever turned to dust? I saw an insect learn to fly; its form was scorned. Have you ever seen the kingdom of the flys? I saw it stay in sovereignty. Have you lost the sense of touch? Have you ever turned to dust? Let's lift you up so we can see how fast you fall. We always thought that you could fly; now you'll crawl. The lack of loyalty you thought you once felt, now you're gonna feel it. Now show me how to shine.

This music just makes me chalk! I think everyone of us will look at it like it is this piece of a portrait which everyone will have his or her own perspective about it /hence reaction or feeling...

Quicky! "I had to write this..........."

2009-09-20T00:59:00.007+03:00

The last few days have been nothing close to an adventure but a fight,
I can not talk about it because I did not come up with the right suitable words yet! I can not allow myself to declare how depressed I am, even though I am mentioning it here, I am in this new "me" that I can not seem to adopt into, or with yet,
all I can allow myself to say, "watching and reacting" to what is going on around in these days! all I can allow myself to say is that I am annoyed, angry maybe? I do not know. But it is not, the thing is, you wait for these celebrations to happen, some once a year, some once in a LIFETIME, and some couple of a year! Yet three of such decide to come under very bad circumstances, I have no idea whether it is ok that I do want to proclaim my rights to enjoy these, while it is not the right time to, or perhaps I will be insensetive to do so, maybe immature? I have no idea, because this new someone that is inside of me, is not allowing me to ask what is the right way to follow whether; to really ask for them, or just keep doing what I am doing already! however I was able to come up with these lines in the end, commenting about all of that; perhaps put it all under some status???;

Did I trade my heroes for ghosts? Or did I trade the hard ashes, for dreams? As forcefully I exchange my joyful time for a moan within. Three celebrations, three what supposed to be celebrations but I mourn through, instead doing what everyone else should do. Can not ask why nor wonder why is it "I"! It is just hoped that "Different" will pull it through this time, at least for a change, but, guess there's nothing else to do, lonely again, I go alone again, through...

That is all!
Rana Al-Jamal
1:06 Am
20/9/09

Acceptance??????????????

2009-09-13T05:44:00.003+03:00

Before you read, I am not sure under what category the next falls under :

Acceptance?????????????????

Today a tear came across my path...
I tried not to give her any attention; she was so fast
She warned me though; "it is me, or wrath!"

So! He came, arrived & nothing was anymore the same
They started..."You know.." That Game!
in which everybody else but us, we blame
he showed up forcing everything he had, his title meant
chaos with no closures, but the celebration for another heart's mend

Oh what if I went for the tear?
Rather than allow you to be here??
My soul stood standing astray, my body going into freeze!
Taking a look around, meanings fading away, and they never seize
Right down to the one (meaning) that lied under the word "dear"

Darkness interfered, Yes, it was wrath it was anger
It was all broken, going for the steer now, it did not matter

Moral of the story: "Patience my friend,goes along with acceptance"
That may not give us glory, nor mark our existence
Once down, one day you will go up
It all ends, even the storm must eventually stop

And to have this, all, to wrap up
*"we have to get messed up,
Before we can really step up"*

*Quoted G.A 520*

RANA AL-JAMAL
4:58 A.M
MOOD: I GUESS I AM ANGRY
13/9/09

Would I again question time?

2009-09-07T02:09:00.004+03:00

Sounds' echoes admitting the hollowness inside,
Oh "Time"; your arms around, like you look for me to unwind
Till you fumble me down, and control my mind

Sounds' echoes marking how far it can reach
Your ever lasting silence, having me all under siege
Set me free now "Time", let me go,
But, The great "finale" never comes, there will always be more
you conspire with the "yesterdays", to close another door
"Time"; I am trying to have that hard- core, that kind of
"Me", that you and everyone else always look for, oh
"Time" tell me the reason, behind this, behind it all;
Once you teach me, when you tell me, I will respect your call

Heavy "you" roll on our young hearts,
Ridiculously playing your games throwing our fate like darts
Forbidding me spin no wheels nor play with cards
for with you here I never manage to seek and find;
The right words the right chords and the right roads
Or even say what I always needed to say, with no more codes

much of you was taken, and you have the right to brag
I will never give you this though,"I will never wonder why"...
You can not be again given, I can not turn you back
and so I hold the tears,(for you) I may foolishly cry

Rana Al-Jamal
Edited by: Alyssa Shishani (THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU)
7/9/2009
1:44 am

The Air I breathe...

2009-09-02T04:12:00.003+03:00

Late at night, when it is all quiet
I breathe the air "the air I breathe"
Under the darkest skies, with a sordid mind
I breathe the air "the air I breathe"

"Acceptance" comes and finds no resistance
Admitting its way through, minding no persistence
Oh! I breathe the air "the air I breathe"

I watch time proving its existence
Corrupting my "once" solid restlessness that seemed convenience
The logic reality and dreams' disappearance
I just breathe the air "the air I breathe"

Late at night, when it is all quiet
I gain control, on what life once hired
My mind & I, oh they grew tired
But I breathe the air "the air I breathe"

I write my doubts and force the words to go out-loud
But they prevail and insist on making absolutely no sound
silent agony takes their place and ties me to the ground
for "the air I breathe" is what my creativity had ever found

3:18 AM
RANA AL-JAMAL
2/9/2009
Edited by : Alyssa Shishani (THANKS ...ur amazing xoxo)

Definitions...!!!

2009-08-27T02:51:00.001+03:00

Definitions…

A little tear above a smile
Something small, for another mile
A definition for patience or maybe grace
To pull one from, the same old race

A shake in the hands, and a shivering body
Once when somewhere, that is not sunny
A definition for loneliness, or maybe emptiness
To remind yourself about some mortal mess

Pain, once in a while, here and there,
When man through life he goes, but!
Wrongly he chooses to feel and care;
A definition for life, when it is not fair
To remind a person, that is naïve and never dares

Definitions they are, away from reality though
Letters that are not yet blessed, with a bumpy road
Yes, as harder it gets, the better and worthy it is,
A definition for something man chooses to miss
When he has the wrong guess, about a quick fix

Life is what you make, with your bare soul
For the many times you choose to run not
But to face it all, above a rotten road, you
Are always ready, even if you had to crawl

A little tear above a smile
A shivering body, for a while
Falling patience in some deep loneliness
A little definition about a life's "must" mess

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RANA AL-JAMAL
http://www.ranasanatomy.blogspot.com
2:41 AM
27-8-09

In these old ranches...!!!

2009-08-11T15:36:00.004+03:00

Old and abandoned, in some old ranches
Forgotten victories, and lost challenges
The mean and the righteous, rode over him
Like thunderlights they stroke through the dim

The days went, time surrendered not,
Legacies he gave them, to forget him not
They proved him wrong and betrayed this trust
Yet he bites not the dust, and lies under the rust

Possessionless, but with loads of memories in hand,
Stolidly though he stands, listening to yesterday's chants
like a tree; accepting these musical winds over and under,
where so many lied, the happy, the loner and the dreamer,

Hollow he awaits tomorrow though
Within a mourning soul, & a sole hope
Expecting no tears but a shovel & a stone
as by the time of dawn , the name is shown
once it lashes, when it all crashes.,
It will speak about nothing anymore
But about a black horse, behind an old door

Old and abandoned, in these old ranches
lived a creature, stood a stallion ,
with his forgotten victories
and ever lasting challenges...

"I WAS HERE, I MAYBE FORGOTTEN, BUT I WAS HERE, ... " an acknowledgement is all what we may need sometimes...
RANA AL-JAMAL
2:58 P.M
11/8/09
ALJAMEL86@YAHOO.COM

Philadelphia University...The End of a Journey...!!!

2009-07-20T18:42:00.004+03:00

Oh Philadelphia University,
I am finally the graduate
The one you endured
All of these years, to have this
New born me, here to speak
About the end of a journey
And for you, to set me free
Under your sun, it all begun,
And beneath your sky
Bearing everything
For this time to come,
You will watch me
Fluffing my wings,
The wide and strong,
Ready,
To whatever life
Chooses to bring
You nurtured me
To find my place
To fly solo
Among the choir
But the chosen one
Oh the chosen one
To sing, to sing,
Oh Philadelphia my sanctuary
I am finally the graduate,
That you send away
Far from your walls
Inside reality's doors
My dear university,
Farewell to thy
The time has come,
I am finally the graduate
Proclaiming my prize
I am at the end of
an amazing journey

*PICTURE TAKEN BY ME, this is a bridge that takes you to our university, from the other side of the street :) * I found it a bit metaphorical ....

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6:51 PM
Congrats for 2005 class
RANA AL-JAMAL

I spread my hands (before me...)

2009-07-03T22:54:00.004+03:00

I spread my hands before me and I watch
Them becoming like this canvas, joined
I imagine lines crossing, colors colliding
Some sort of a portrait, simply coming to be
Setting every suppressed forwardness free
Allowing me to breathe, fear not the depth
of the restrained me, things to be crystal clear

I spread my hands before me and I see;
Two maps, one road that leads to the old me,
Steady never, aching for so long, but oh
I spread my hands before me and I hear;
I listen to them narrating the real story
About the once lost then found glory,
I spread my hands before me and I linger;
To believe and seek into the bigger picture

I spread my hands before me and I feel;
them going wider and higher, I know what is
going on, they agreed to hold and say a prayer,
sorry for my self I can not continue to be
it will be heard, things will come together
sooner or later, I will cast that change
with my individuality, with my power
I figure why not get crazier, I ask no longer;
"Why me?", why would it not be me........!!!???
I spread my hands before me and I breathe
The air around, the newness, and oh
The warmth of my tomorrows, my lost sorrows
The fire that I shall someday, somehow deliver

RANA AL-JAMAL
10:35 PM
03/07/09

How Can It be?

2009-06-29T19:57:00.003+03:00

How can it be? to have emptiness
this heavy and yet so empty...!
how can it be? to have loneliness
when you are not
the only one that is lonely
Oh how can it be?

how can it be? one being able to seek
the vastness of the skies
where he can never be

how can it be?
that I can say what I need to say
but I rather not to, each time I do
how can it be?
that silence I choose,
once one's soul's loose
I am just afraid to lose,
to be arrayed,
behind all of these fools

How can it be?
That I know what I want to be
but scared I stay...terrefied even
because if I did not become "ME"
I have no idea what else to be

How can it be?
7:46 pm
RANA AL-JAMAL
29/6/09

"Never"...

2009-06-22T02:21:00.001+03:00

From all lands you will find me not;
I come from nowhere, not even earth!
Call me though, and I am there. For
every season, for whatever reason:
for you, I will be there, I am there…

From all lands you will find me not;
Perhaps- not - even in dreams
But I do have faith and I believe!

From all lands you will find me not:
I climb the mountains of the days
In the darkest nights I spread my rays…

From all lands you will find me not:
I am your secret and your past,
The old that will force you to last.
From all lands you will find me not:

Sometimes I go, & stay far so long
You start thinking I will not come back!
Till I prove you wrong, with this song:

That was brought from no named lands
Nor known roads, or claimed paths,
I am part of you though, you search
For me, and you find me never, so!

From all lands you will find me not;
I come from nowhere, not even earth!
Call me though, and I am there. For
every season, for whatever reason:
for you, I will be there, I am there…
from all lands you will find me not
I am you, yourself and only you
The one you never managed to be fair to

No, you can not, you can not be bitter
It is not my fault you knew me never
From all lands you will find me never…

RANA AL-JAMAL
2:19 AM
22/06/09
"NEVER"

One Chant...

2009-06-10T19:18:00.004+03:00

I just needed to know how to begin
How to start saying what I want to say
How to speak and talk about it then
when the moment comes, when I sing

Through darkness,the vast nothingness
down there,ten thousand fathoms deep,
I had my biggest dreams conceived
It was so fresh, so me and so sweet
I swirled and jumped like a little child,
One that clearly did not know how to dance
But I had my biggest dreams conceived
Let me do what I have to do
For them to be achieved

There will be limits, I believe in limits
There will always be barriers, but they
are there to be broken, they exist for
they protect the weak, engaging never
defend your territory, heck you even
turn into a butcher, have your message
you voice and your being, delivered

Indeed, I needed to know how to say all of that
How to start singing what I just told you about
But here I am, I stepped yet no where, in fact
I know what I want, and I need it so bad, but!
What voice will be that enough and that rough
To transcend my fears and hopes,in one chant

RANA AL-JAMAL
10:52 PM
9/6/2009
Excuse me all, Please be honest with ur comments, It had been a while since I wrote :S
let me know what you think! :) Best Regards
your friend, sister..
Rana =)

for the 30'th time

2009-04-09T00:45:00.001+03:00

You do not have the power to upset me
you do not have the patience to know me
you do not have the grace to honour me
nor strength, to really and truely love me

You keep insisting,on not understanding me
each time you do, you just strangle me,but,
I do not get weak, still, I do get twisty;Inside
I feel-from myself-angry,for the 30'th time
stop, stop, stop,stop,stop disappointing me,

Every moment I show you my pretty face
like a blister that you try to pull out, drive
me away & away, from your private place
Believe me you do not upset me, but,
You strangle me, so I doubt, & I fear
What is still there; at the end of this race

You do not have the power to upset me
but you do know, how to disappoint me
Admit it, you can not even scratch my being
but you do have the will, to challenge me

for the 30'th time, stop, stop talking
and start doing, for the 30'th time
you are either here, or you are not,
stop the act, you are already acting

and for the 30'th time, I beg you to listen to me
learn about that patience in order you know me
try to earn that grace, so you start honouring me
I will be here more than the times you are near
as long as you get that strength, so you finally,
really and truely; Truely, truely, love me...........

RANA MOHAMMAD ZEIDAN AL-JAMAL
23:25 P.M
5/4/2009

I wish I could

2009-04-09T00:40:00.001+03:00

I wish I could...
tell you how much I miss you,
& tell you how much I need you

I wish I could...
finally hold you, & eventually tell you;
the whispers of my passion, the yearning
late nights that become my dawn with you
stormy days turn into my rainbows,& my bliss
when you are around, when you tell me
everythings' going to be ok, stay near
close your eyes, & it will disappeare

I wish I could...
not to forget that beautiful smile of yours;
in which you close your eyes,and all of your face,
dances with the rythem of your laughter's chours

I wish I could...
hold your hand for ever
unitely breathe as one
nothing could feel better
I wish I could...

this pain of loneliness just fade away
and you excist in my life, like an answered pray
once in dreams, now you're here, and planning to stay

I wish I could...
have this not to be an empty wish,nor a solo hush
or else I will start to deminish, even start to favnish
feel empty, enough to accompany my demons
that will exactract me to another world,
capture me in the midst of air, and die like a helpless fish
Oh I wish I could...

RANA MOHAMMAD AL-JAMAL
12:33 AM
9/4/2009

Thank you for NOTHING!

2009-03-28T21:12:00.001+03:00

Thank you for nothing
Thank you for all of your bluffing

Thank you for not being what you should be
Thank you for letting me be, that easily,
Thank you for allowing me;
To make me want, to get rid of me

Thank you for all of this,
The headaches, the need to vomit
I wonder what is next on your list?
My past for you to dig?, or
More of my tears for you to get?

Thank you for making me believe
People can simply want to deceive,
Will love you the more you become
Stupid and ignorant, and rather naïve

Thank you for switching roles and turns
God, I wish I can see you crash and burn
Because,you never fulfilled yours,not once
All I got was the screams and the fuss
And yet I am expected to do mine?
Be able to forgive and forget?
Admit that I should be there!
And all I will get is your rant and whine

Thank you for nothing,
For the heartbreaks and all of your bluffing
Have you ever really loved me?
Or an obligation I was all to you..
Oh thank you,
Thank you for nothing.

RANA AL-JAMAL
22:14 P.M
27/03/2009
MOOD: ----
MUSIC:----

Life is not over...

2009-03-17T19:51:00.002+02:00

Aching all over
Head and heart,
Must not slip though
For it's not yet over

I play no longer with the dice
I am done I tell you
Life is no longer allowing me
to think twice
& here I am; Paying it all,
and I compromise,
I care less about the high price

Aching all over
sweet-bitter pain
the long day fever
and work hung-over

I used to wait, where shall it land
Head or back, I used to bow
it has spoken, the dice had planned
& now so many regrets along
it has awaken,
Even Little inside, I admit, it has weakened

Aching all over
I break and shake
backwards, towards the brokers
it aches, and it hurts
what else to be done?
Life is not yet over

7:23 P.M
16-3-2009
©♥RANA AL-JAMAL©♥
©♥aljamel86@yahoo.com©♥

Elizabeth Gilbert: A new way to think about creativity

2009-02-25T21:44:00.001+02:00

Photography hobby

2009-02-23T21:35:00.008+02:00

*University's GATE and the other side of the world!!! taken by me!!!

* Philadelphia University

Amman-Jordan

I love this picture, actually proud of it, and thought it would be nice if I shared it here...

"Under the Rain"

2009-02-10T22:02:00.004+02:00

Lonely I sit here
under the rain
with no one else
but hand in hand
with this acapella
yet a full piece of music it is
with no one else near,
under the rain I sit here

Lonely I walk under the rain
I put away my umbrella
I close my eyes
I hold my head up,
& feel the rain

Suddenly a smile on my face
presents itself, it's been a while
existing finally, my pain I embrace
unlike them I tend to never wash it away
or else this won't be the amazing race
　
I wish this night just never ends
I feel needless to anyone else

every drop is my drum
every other sound is my choire
and my letters are the chorus
every drop is my hum

Lonely I stand under the rain
I sit with no light
but my music, my prayers
like whispers they go through;
the thundering sound of the rain
　
RANA AL-JAMAL
21:53 p.m
10/2/2009

Words are not for free,...

2009-02-08T19:40:00.007+02:00

I do not know, is it because right now I have been studying "Words" for what they're really are, for four years now? or because it has been true all along & I just decided to go with this old idea, like every one else thinks..., words are for free, but, lately, I am totally convinced, I have totally comprehended the fact that; No, words are indeed, not for free. They are not, they can hurt even more than sticks coming on to you from everyway, breaking every bone of yours. It can heal more than any medicine, they can touch, more than a hand would do, they can punch more than a fist would do, they can shake your heart more than your love or a friend would do, they can put you down, more than a gun would do. A joke, one simple joke, can bring the past as it is, than any dream late at night can do, they can ruin it all and bring nightmares out, more than anything else in this world.

People in my life treat words as a temporary solution, till they find what else they can do, and this temporary solution is actually an "Hold on" lie, I just hope they stop doing it, stop taking what they say for granted, people before you now, are not naive anymore, they take in consideration every breath you take whenever mouthing any word you say or about to say! every pause every expression, for every word you say DOES COUNT to me, it is always easier to say the truth than me finding out that it was a lie, or like a sweet white like, all of its whiteness can not cover the darkness you can put me through with it. Stop taking them with granted, when you do... you will be taking me for granted too.

You can let one be

with every possibility

survive and believe,

change paths even,

show the extraordinary

finally allow one to see

with your hear-felt words;

the ones you know,

that they are never for free.

Words are not for free,

when, with every sound

your mind starts dancing with,

allowing your tomorrows,

to be filled with dreams

with a true smile,

settling down,

your true identity

Words are not for free

Speak when you mean to speak

Shout when you need to scream

Words are not for free

you be what you have to be

kind or even mean,

smart or silly

it does not matter

as long as you comprehend

before you breath it all,

words, are not for free

Ships sail away;

with the words of a captain

wars start;

with the words of a soldier

a prayer is given;

as silence whispering;

the right message for ever

and the many unite

with one word;

of a true fighter

You can let one be

with every possibility

survive and believe

change paths even

show the extraordinary

finally allow one to see

with your heart-felt words

the ones you know

they are never for free

20:15 P.M

RANA AL-JAMAL

8/2/2009
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9/2/2009

A vision...

2009-02-03T02:43:00.002+02:00

A vision of two clowns, one in love with the other, the first coloured with black and brown, the 2ND is a typical one, with white and red colours, but with a small drawing of a heart, a broken heart, marked on her right cheek, no matter how hard she cries, the colours stay put. Once, he decided to touch her, a magical connection, that when he slipped his finger, crossing that heart, by somehow it had bounded together. The movement of his finger, draw air, like a hush on one's heart, the finger whispered to this heart, this painting, this red spot.
Like a spell, it had re-drew her face, the heart looks like a butterfly now, landing as one piece on her cheek, peacefully catching everyones' eyes..
The vision has been accomplished. A woman, with a clown face, and a small heart, with no holes, beautiful eyes, with no winding claws. But no body knows if this heart can be broken again. What if new tears had to pass through this new heart, will they not affect it, the same way they did not with the old heart?
it is just a vision, with complete scenery, let's just wait, how the black and brown clown, will keep the white and red clown alive, keep the portrait flawless, with a perfect white face, with a perfect red heart on the cheek.

RANA AL-JAMAL
2:40 AM
3/2/2009

Dispensable...

2009-02-01T16:41:00.002+02:00

It is an endless fight indeed, that is the answer, the analysis for everything that is going on in our lives, a description and justification, why this is happenning. Now, what if this battle between; between good and evil ends? Evil dominates our world, but what is next? evil itself has a lot of layers, they will search for more. And when they no longer find some other party to fight with, they will start fighting each other. They will split up, the same way, they were apart from good.In another angle maybe, the minute Evil triumphes, The good turnes into evil. Then, I believe Evil's side will turn to the weakest point again, and it will start all over.

The battle between Good and Evil always sounds absolutely horrifying, but, can we imagine what kind of a battle will it be, between Evil and Evil?

The key word here, is that we are all species at the end of the day, and earth, earth does not belong to us, we belong to earth, they say though, that if we die, earth, will not die with us, but, if we continued, doing what we're doing ...earth will die, and so shall we. It is not a great bargain, but it is the truth. We are dispensable, and we are the reason for anythings' going on nowadays!

not nature, We maybe human beings, but we are species, we are creatures living on this earth, at the end of the day. So if we die first, earth will never die..but if earth dies first, we will die next...*
　
*The Day The earth Stood Still...

Rana Al-Jamal

16:50 P.m

1/2/2009

Pretending??

2009-02-01T01:16:00.003+02:00

When we pretend, do we become people we are never be?, what if pretending works in the end? it is not pretending then? it is something new we have tried, and it worked. In my university people are never what they are, the students pretend to be good in what they study, but when it comes to reality, they forget how to pretend again, because people, who helped them to accomplish that pretending aren't there anymore, but again, what if when going through reality, and the pretending they used to do, works out? it means they are not pretending anymore.

The pretending, the assuming, or can we call it acting?

myself, I do not pretend to be anyone I am not, at least I do not like calling it pretending I just try to go beyond my familiar limits, I know I have limits, it means I know what scares me and when I do know what scares me, it means I should not be afraid of this limit, this frightful thing and I have to go beyond, I can not ignore it though, because it makes me what other people
depend on me to be, and I hold on to it, to keep believing that I can be places
I never thought I can be in, besides, they say when you have something to be afraid of, it means there are things you still can lose, which means, you, your life is not empty.

So, I do not believe in pretending, neither should you, to pretend somthing, or to pretend to be someone you are not, can be positive, when you know that the pretending will turn out to be real in the end. And I think when you realise that simple fact, you'll have to start pretending, whether in front of a mirror, or pretend to be a professor, standing in front of students, you are not lying at yourself, you are dreaming, and knowing your limits, limits that shall be admolished by you. It is not pretending in my world, do not pretend, do not call it pretending, call it TRYING...

Rana Al-Jamal
1:30 Am
1/2/2009

aljamel86@yahoo.com

The Angel I am...

2009-01-21T18:50:00.004+02:00

And so, a selfish angel I have become

I know maturely not,

I have asked to be there,

for you ,

I just want you to be who you really are

"Oh dear god"may your soft soul -Flavum-

In deeper blue I am swimming in

disappointed in myself,

"An angel", me, you call

but was not up to it,

for I was never allowed in

Rip out my wings

see right through

the human inside you bring

the flawed, the darkness,

sliding light ahead, I could never send

And an angel, I, once upon a time were

I tried, to forever be there,

for you,

to surround you, with all of my care

I selifishly asked for you

to fly upon, your black cloud

but you chose how it has be done

away from me, and The angel I am

went undone...

RANA AL-JAMAL

21:15

4.1.09

I am Trying...!!!

2009-01-03T22:04:00.005+02:00

I am trying to make sense of your world

Now I know I want that

After hearing your laughter’s’ echoes

I want to stand up to my word

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So people go, people leave

But that is life and it happens

I will try to make you believe

That it shall go on, So stop being so naïve

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I am trying to make sense of this world

For you to still be able, still exist

No matter how hard it cuts you inside

No matter how harsh, it pulls out your chords

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Many people, in you ,still believe

And that belief, will keep being a fact

So stop being so naïve,

and breathe

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If you can not understand

It means you stopped taking my hand

Please allow me to be there at least

I am not a priest, but I know how it feels

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To be lonely, because no one gets it

Being stranded since no one ever felt it

But you, and your self, to face it

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I am trying, it is your world

I am trying to get you to open the door

For those silent smiles you once gave away

It means there’s still some sense,

For you to never give up,

To have a reason to stay

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©♥RANA AL-JAMAL©♥

©♥aljamel86@yahoo.com©♥

21:48 P.M3/1/2009

THE GIGGLES OF THE MORNING...

2008-12-22T22:35:00.002+02:00

the morning giggles over my head

I open my eyes,

as I catch the path ahead

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I go down the stairs putting

a smile on my face

I know its not going to be a perfect day

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but at least I still linger to you my love

Its enough I had a dream about you

sent from the stars above

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Oh now though, how I wish to end the sighs in my heart

the ache in my soul

and forget the time

that tore us apart

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but here it goes

Life continues

Inspite of our highs and lows

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"morning" my dear, has giggled over my face

Without you I am,

but life must go on

my sweet darling,

its never an ending race

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morning giggled and I shall smile

and lets see what comes next

As here I am,

waiting for a while...

12:38

11-12-2008

©♥RANA AL-JAMAL©♥

©♥aljamel86@yahoo.com©♥

Mood: Depressed

Music: Westlife

About me....

2008-12-09T15:07:00.003+02:00

Lately,

I have been having too many secrets

None about anyone else

But about me, myself, and I

And I got no body to tell

≡≡≡≡≡≡ ≡≡≡≡≡≡

Lately,

I have been having too much to hide

None about someone else’s deeds

But ones by me, mine, by my own self

And I feel none would be able to hear

≡≡≡≡≡≡ ≡≡≡≡≡≡

Lately,

I have been having too many secrets

Issues I rather call them now,

Too many heart breaking truths

About no body else’s lives

But about mine, my own, my life

≡≡≡≡≡≡ ≡≡≡≡≡≡

And lately,

I have been having so many words

Needing to come together

Needing to rush, dance and roar

To talk about no body else

But about me, myself, and I

RANA AL-JAMAL

17:19 PM

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©♥aljamel86@yahoo.com©♥

The Dream,...

2008-12-05T20:46:00.003+02:00

I went to sleep tonight, & I decided to dream about forgetting the yesterday,

for me, to finally, tomorrow I shall redeam

Because I have tried for so many years

to keep the pride of my tears

strong and alive...

but into anger it turned,

and here I am facing my fears

The sun shined as the night ended,

As here I am back where I have been

& like a little child, I watched my fantasy leaving,it just faded,

but I managed not to say goodbye

Oh I did go to sleep tonight, for a new dream

Under the stars, that shall glitter for me

the heatof hanging on, of standing tall,

upon those strong feet

perhaps that one that went away

maybe that vision that left me here to stray

allows the sun this time

to pour me some of its rays

..RANA AL-JAMAL20:315/DEC/2008

The Musical Sighs...

2008-12-04T22:20:00.004+02:00

The Musical Sighs....
Thursday at 9:37pm
each time I hear that music I remember mom's sigh
her instant reluctant sense of movement
her head just went silently ballistic
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like staring at the rain, the song went on heavy on the grounds.
drumming the dry lands
oh those that are still wishing for a new dawn
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each time I remember the beat
how she sighed about the yesterdays and told me about her old dreams
The new coming days I was praying for you she says
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I see you on the edge
just let the drops of heaven
the ringing tones ends the pitch
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you will grow,you will blow
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like a huge tree you'll end up to be
under you sweety, I will lie
like once you did under mine
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each time I remember this music
each time I remember you mother
your rare soft heart
youe never found conclusion
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©♥RANA AL-JAMAL©♥
©♥aljamel86@yahoo.com©
♥Mood: BrokenMusic: Delta Goodrem

THE DANCE

2008-12-04T22:14:00.003+02:00

And the piano plays
Candles everywhere
But he wants to stare at her eyes
With that grace, like she is asking him for a dance
So she sways, and he holds her hands
Instantly they connect
Like the ultimate merge of a trance
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Right away it was this song, that song
The one, each time they hear,
every time something goes wrong
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She holds his body with her emotions
And he keeps moving, yet keeping her safe
Like she was his whole world
It was the dance of the known path
The out the blues music of utter devotions
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The piano starts to end, and the notes go slower
With everything else, but filling inside
The faded whole, defining love, becoming stronger
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They dance with their head and feet
With his tux and her high heels
She swirls under his hands, and he smiles
It was happiness, blood of tomorrow all over it bleeds
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It was the dance
Of the growing hearts
It was the dance
Of the coming new miles
　
　
©♥RANA AL-JAMAL©♥©♥aljamel86@yahoo.com©♥Mood: BrokenMusic: Delta Goodrem

My father Of Literature...

2008-11-27T21:13:00.011+02:00

Oh my dear father of Literature
I have lost that kind of a bigger picture
My path, the one you lead me to
the chances you allowed me to be part of
each time, everytime I was able to do
I just bigger grew

But today father
I failed you
I found no reason, why,
or what now to do
As I ask Literature to bring me for
I am hurt father, right into my core

Oh dear father of my Literature
my passion once accompanied with you
your student forever
within the words of the stories
within whatever you uttered
and the Drama's creatures

All no longer lingering inside of me
like a devil, one ruptured out
Oh emptiness then arrives
as it all you will see,

Dear father, dear my all
my sentementality,
would you please save me,
as I fall

I bare no longer these clean hands
the perfect fingers, the white palms
with no pen scratches, nor blury ink around

The lost words
and the scrappled lines
the curled up papers
it's all gone, it is all not there anymore

Who Should I call?
I sigh, in pain I am
with this shake of the heart
the proud tears
my father of Literature
Who Shall I call?

RANA AL-JAMAL
NO MUSIC
MOOD: STRANGE
9:25 AM
NOTE: I MISS MY OLD PASSION TOWARDS LITERATURE, this is dedicated to my fav' 2 professors they know themselves out there...

What is next?

2008-11-07T19:43:00.003+02:00

What can I do?

Start some sort of an organization, some sort of a community, there are so many people there with deeper issues in their lives than mine, the thing is, WHEN I touch one of these issues, and do some change, it makes mine easier, they say when you know others' problems makes yours easier, well not for me, when I do know others' dark worlds, and I do not get to brighten them, makes my life wars, this where I get misunderstood, lately, I am like "Ok, don't you dare telling me without allowing me to step in," I know that is selfish because sometimes it helps them to talk, and I might do harm than good when I step in, I don't know ...

The feeling of watching a human being in front of you, smile, burst into laughter, happiness all around him or her, jump up and down, feel that their lives is totally changed, have a softly pain relief sigh, easy eyes, and a little smile, and the cause of all that is you, now that something I want to do in my life,

I just got that feeling and I didn't want to ever forget it, want to read this each time I feel I am not doing anything in my life,

fine I must take care of myself in order I may able to take care of others, and well! Lately I have been doing just A-OKay! and I believe my dream of becoming what I want to become, is not for the money that will bring me, but the access which is going to provide me with into many peoples' lives including some places in my own, I never knew they excisted, I will have the authority and the chance to do, What I can not do right now, have the right to be able, not only to watch

I am out of passion maybe, out of doors, but the vision "thank god" is still there, and like what I always say, here we go now, I am here, still here, so WHAT IS NEXT?

RANA AL-JAMAL

7-11-2008

I miss writing...

2008-11-04T14:37:00.006+02:00

Whether it is because I have been so much busy doing essays, projects and articles for my own university courses or not, I miss writing so much, I miss the feeling it gave me, the power reinforced in my soul, being able to put together a piece, anyone in this world, somebody else but me to enjoy it, or get intrigued by it, I miss being able to produce that!

I feel like a baby again without writing, not able to walk and talk the way I used to, I said before that I went out of passion that drove me, I am like more concentrated in the practical life, I am OK, but also I am hating it.

Many of my professors told me a 4 lines of anything can be called a poem, so! I want to resume writing, try again to get back in touch with that kind of person! The writer in me, the poet, I am still in my world I know, but lately, been dragged so much to theirs, I have been needed, something "again" makes me feel OK yet! this is as well, another thing I am no longer able to describe I mean, what is language in the end! I always thought being able to sing my own songs upon music I love, makes me professional with the CONCEPT of language! We have been asked a lot lately to write in Arabic! I have been good you see in every language but!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEN TOLD WHAT TO WRITE IN GENERAL OR ABOUT,! again, good, but that is not me ... reading again what I just wrote, shows how deeply lost I am!

My friend tells me it is because we are simply doing so much writing lately in our university's homework, that is all!? I hope so!

so technically since 13-Oct- Indeed I have not been writing the way I used to,.............................................................! YET I want to give it a try....

soft music, following a beat

dam DA-DA- dam

words of the courageous

words of the weak

dam DA-DA dam

I got a name and

its no body Else's claim! hahahaha stupid

I MISS WRITING!

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RANA AL-JAMAL

MUSIC: DELTA GOODREM- FRAGILE

3:05 PM

4-11-2008

Out of dreams, out of passion...!!!

2008-10-19T15:33:00.005+03:00

My professor used to tell me, that my biggest problem is that I AM SO MUCH IN TOUCH WITH MY FEELINGS...that is why life will always be A Drama to me, I woke up today and I do not know why, I felt like the passion I had for my dream, was out, no more passion, no more determination! I don't know why, my message to you today, if you were like me, so much in touch with your feelings DROP THEM, get in touch with yo head, it is harder, but it shall be your best friend....

Because "life is a comedy for those who think, and a drama for those who feel, and I am on the wrong side these days":

I woke up this morning,

Feeling lost,

no longer belonging,

Just like that, the years of passion

All Gone;

Grace and glory,

it all went away, faded,

out of harmony

My dreams of becoming

my excistence of handling;

my own self, I can not anymore

Tolerate, or moderate

"nothing"is all I adore

I know now, what I no longer care for

The Ink is drying,

as well as the "Will"

I feel it dying

disconnected, so finally

I give up, and surrender

no more lying...

15:39 pm

19-10-08

RANA AL-JAMAL

Thank You (song)

2008-10-17T00:41:00.006+03:00

Older we grow, wiser we are
With you here, keeping us near
Another candle, another mile
You compose the tone,
Which our lives sing, and speak of
Before you our king
I, we stand,
Tying our souls with your will and grace
Oh thank you for being what you are
　
Shaking our little tiny hands, with your big one
As we all, become a whole,
You always know what should be done
　
Your words, music to our hearts,
Our dreams, with you, easily go true
And today, we come to tell you simple words
Trying our best to let you know
We are what we are because of you
And today, we want to say
Thank you.
　
　
Lyrics:RANA AL-JAMaL
9:24 PM
10/1/2008

“This piece was composed, and performed by my fellow group, in the culture institution AMMAN-JORDAN, celebrating a late birthday party for his majesty KING ABDU-ALLAH”

Will try to upload the video here as soon as I can, but I am suffering from a major headache right now and want to try to go to sleep.. :) have a good weekend whereever u are, who ever u were..

*UpDate* Tried to upload the song but for some reason it is not working, anyone perhpas would love to hear it, let me know...keep it safe & stay brave...

"A Creation of a Silly Laughter..."

2008-10-14T00:26:00.004+03:00

Adding moments to our life,
A smile, through another winding mile,
A simple wish I make,
Less lonely times I would rather have
For my face through this race,
No longer able, to glitter any grace
Yet, others help me find ‘gladness’
And I create,
A laughter, but out of silliness
How ironic I feel it to be,
When they ask me what is wrong?
It is just nothing seems real,
Inside, nor within me,
What one can say to them?
　
So,
I give away a single laughter,
With a silly gesture,
Keeping it all inside,
Allowing it no longer,
To break free,
I am done with talking,
But silence keeps avoiding me,
For, I want to make no sound
Still, they keep provoking me,
And then I create, yet one more silly laughter
Hopefully,
One would never allow himself,
To ever stop dreaming
　
　
　
RANA MOHAMMAD AL-JAMaL
12:27 AM
28/12/07

The shape of my words....

2008-10-05T18:09:00.007+03:00

The shape of my words
that create my songs
my music, my unique tones

The shape of my heart
one, that you tore apart
Oh dear life, I have grown
Go ahead take a look
touch and see what is inside
Cold, dark and hard

The shape of my letters
Honest, scornful,
loud and bitter
yet by somehow,
filled with my colours

I never comprehended dear life
you softly and simply dropped me
without teaching me how to dive
Oh lost I went,
Loneliness was able to stab me inside
it went,
cut right through, like a knife

It becomes easier
to see the bigger picture

the shape of the words,
The shape of the chords

A new song that sparkles,
even adjusting itself in darkness
so you see dear life, after all
There is still something to glitter
above all the mistakes and the heartaches

comes the shape of my words
the shape of my chords

RANA MOHAMMAD AL-JAMAL
18:23 pm
5-10-208
music: Bethany Joy lenz

I wish, (this was not a dream)

2008-09-30T17:46:00.003+03:00

I wish
I can take that walk
that shall leads to that river
I will sit by its side
I will weep no longer
I shall stare at it
like there is no tomorrow
will be ready to stay
oh just forever
I will hear carefully
the silence trembling
above my weakened hands
my shaken body
and the heart that winded up so slippery
then perhaps If I managed to get up
for people get fed up
but that won't be my reason
perhaps a beautiful bird
shall rest right on the bottom
makes me want to do
some stepping up
right inside that smooth river
which perhaps will call me
after catching on
my beats my breaths
oh which went so bitter
I will take off my shoes
I will strip my self of it all
slowly and finally
I manage to follow
my own imaginary footsteps
till I feel the water
touching my tips
cold but fear breaking

apart of the creature's scent
I closed my eyes
and under the water I was burried

It didn't feel strange
above it all I did not want to merge
I floated alone, But not high enough
I wasn't able to see the bird
nor hear the magical sounds
of my ever lasting solitude
I was no longer in that cage

I looked to the void
to the magnificent darkness
to the music of my easy breaths
and the peace I felt coming inside my groin

I wish
this was not a dream
and I was not fast asleep
I wish
The waters did not bring me here
back where every things' bad near
I wish
that was not only a dream

RANA AL-JAMAL
17:46 PM
30/09/08

"Ending Up..."

2008-09-29T23:28:00.004+03:00

Ending up being a picture
Above concrete,

oh for everyone to remember

I was among them, once I did take a breath
Smiled my smiles, shed my tears
Held on to hope, gave what one can give

Soft music they will play…
“In a better place”

I am: they will say…

Perhaps some will mourn
But most of them, they will forget,
Right by the new coming day…
Into the unknown I will disappear
Leaving here, with a shout of fear
Since no hot blooded can be scared
When sooner or later, you will be in an absolute cold

I ask you this: when fake is actually, fake
Why not keeping it true? So it does not fade!

Ending up,
Where everyone will end up
No longer broken up,

In a tree house?

maybe,

Right above lies
I will do whatever I want to do
No body can ever then dare
To ask me to apologize

RANA AL JAMAL
(No exact date)

MOOD: MELANCHOLIC

Pic: AGAINST SUICIDE RIBBON

"I just do not want to forget this feeling...."

2008-09-26T14:32:00.007+03:00

The following is not ment to be a poem! just writing myself out,
letting the words come out as they do!:

It is friday, and like this hour before 22 years, I was born
outside it is raining, and I am all alone

I have experienced new kinds of thoughts
which that aren't anymore about the past
but about tomorrow, and about what to hold of new plans

Afraid I am, terrified for the many coming times
in which I will be singing more songs
more solo acts,
committing more wrongs

it is friday I know, none of my desires are yet fulfilled
gifts or presents I insisted none must bring, for none know what I want
so they're wishes for trying to know mine now, simply I rejected

One though, they easily could have done
be here with me, simply pass this day
this horrible part of the year
in which I can not help but feel undone

I do see What I want, it is freaking me out,
without a doubt,

perhaps what scares me is ,
I know if it didn't happen
I would die I promise

metaphorically maybe,
for without being what I want to be
without fear I will grow
and those without it,
are simply defeated
simply got nothing to lose
oh put down they will go easily...

RANA AL-JAMAL
14:49 PM
26-9-1986
Music: Delta Goodrem (Another year older...)

Goodmorning...

2008-09-22T23:56:00.003+03:00

Good morning my new day

Good morning you,

within the same old way,

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Good morning my feelings of torment

Good morning eternal momentin which away,

you went,

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Good morning my demons,

my lost companionanother sunshine,

another lost passion

All waiting in line, Like kids they want a rideOn you,

their stallion

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Their Good morning,

never mine,

may they announce you,

their champion..

I do not think I would mind,

Mood: WEIRD!

Music: Delta Goodrem

22/7/200

88:15 AM

A HUNGRY VOICE....-CELTIC-

2008-09-21T03:49:00.006+03:00

"A HUNGRY VOICE"
-Celtic song-

This new Celtic song
Making me feel like a stranger
Right in my own so called home

Sounds like a voice that is so hungry
I can hear it, speaking about no ordinary chances
Nor a wish of letting one's soul be

Locked inside by regrets,
Berets by the many times I have safe-guarded all of this
For nothing I have to confess,

Multitude of secrets, lying here,
Like a fresh meat
It is too late for any tear

Now that those beasts are hovering around
Craving for this fragile soul,
Since sins smell terribly, they await patiently
No place to hide, or a shelter to be found
Oh I fear, when shall it be?

Courageously though I'll fight,
No matter how hard I feel within;

This voice, that screams out of hunger
For you, whatever you were, a dream, or a miracle,
Perhaps a-tomorrow,
With a little peace that shall glitter
Out of hunger, accepting whatever you may offer
"Oh how much it aches, when you have no answer"

When will it be, the right moment for that thrust?
For them and I
Will be crawling, like some beggars
Oh,
I'll come seeking a way out,
Shivering or not
I'll find my grounds
But,
Oh bravery, oh wisdom
How come you're invaded by such rust?

I stand here; weakly I speak with this hungry voice
Wonderfully though, I touch every body's stillness
I realize how much it is all, covered with human race
Oh but will they give me a choice

To feed these breaths
To live in moments, in which we won't cry
To live a life, other than this
Will you hear?
My hungry voice.

RANA MOHAMMED AL-JAMal
3:00 AM
26/10/07

my 2nd book was Named After this one , please leave comments!

Another...

2008-09-20T03:56:00.007+03:00

Soon Older I am going to be
one year to begin
and another to end
and I try to define
some sort of a better me

frustrations went higher
sometimes simply lower
and dreams took over
then tears disappeared
and now determined
I am able to see
The bigger picture

Soon, yet another year
is about to begin, as
another will end
yes I do have fear
this I must admit

But it is yet another story
I am being part of,
Whether I like it or not, then
why losing all of the glory

which I deserve, which
is actually mine,
and so proclaiming it

I will continue doing
with another year to begin
and the other to end
keeping my scent

aknowledging where I have been
I welcome the new chapter
closing the old paper,
I might continue to suffer
but a ruler

I shall stay,
above it all
do my part
very well, have that play
which one day

itself, will come to a closure
like any other,
and this one though
they will continue to remember

4:04 AM
20-9-2008
SATURDAY
RANA AL-JAMAL

Music: Delta Goodrem

"Portrait of a Friend"

2008-09-19T00:03:00.003+03:00

I dedicated the following to my best friend, I hope you do the same to your own friends, I love it so much! IT WAS NOT WRITTEN BY ME, but I want to keep it here, because I really do not want to lose it, and wherever you are my best friend now, you know yourself I dedicate this to you again :

I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, or fears.

But I can listen to you, and together we will search for answers.

I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,nor the future with its untold stories.

But I can be there now when you need me to care.

I can't keep your feet from stumbling.

I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.

Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;

Yet I can share in your laughter.

Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;

I can only support you, encourage you,and help you when you ask.

I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship,

from your values, from me.

I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.

I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,

But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,room to be yourself.

I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,

But I can cry with you and help you pick up the piecesand put them back in place.

I can't tell you who you are.

I can only love you and be your friend.

--Unknown--

“I AM TEASED, I AM PROVOKED”

2008-09-15T23:45:00.005+03:00

I am teased, I am provoked
When I see the dreams,
Forever I have sought
Grow further away,

and away they go

And I keep standing here,
Like nothing has been done, or taught

I allow my feelings, towards your emotions to shiver
For they are so cold,

no matter how many words,

for you, I try to call
Reaching imaginary moments of satisfaction,
Still, silence and darkness,

is all what you had to offer

Shouting my teased and provoked thoughts
Shouting, for the lost,

never achieved love
Under my own worn-out coat,

under heavy rain drops

It is I, with all my undone affection
For what was supposed to be, you and me
Beg you no longer
For your care to listen

Although,
I might have been provoked, and teased by you
When I saw a new reflection of me,

with no pounding pulse
After all what you have done to me,

I thought I had nothing to do

But, I, I come again, now, with a marching band behind
I allow it all, to be a celebration
For I have been teased, I have been provoked
To drink the water of the night
Guess what though?

I am no longer blind

RANA MOHAMMED AL-JAMAL
1:04 AM
16/12/07
Edited: Prof. Alkhaiat

An Affair...??

2008-09-15T05:28:00.002+03:00

"AN AFFAIR"

An affair with happiness I have started

after from sadness & logic,

I have departed

I held on too tight,

that I frequently slipped away,

but its okay;

An affair it is, forever, a

gain & again

I will go back being the same,

The one who fears the rain

I sang many times,

I have spoken many rhymes

All alone, & for no reason

you are stuck in such season

You do expect things from an enemy

yet from a close friend? Oh a feeling you can not describe

something you never thought can ever be

A unique sense in everything I have

It does not exist;

they though, ask me to thrive

How? When one can not see beauty from her own eyes?

Neutral, you choose silence, what will be the prize?

Oh an affair with ultimate happiness

with one & only one consequence

forever it can not last

will grow & growuntil it blasts!

RANA al-Jamal

Wed’
1:49 A.M

Proud...

2008-09-14T04:16:00.007+03:00

Proud to bleed, proud to leave you here

For I just can not step up anymore

When forever can not be

Out of your temporary world, I COME BACK

Into mine,

Adapt to the fact, I am no longer blind

I get what is beautiful,

It is though, harmful,

When picking together the tears

With our gorgeous lies,

Oh crossing the wild seas

With our imaginary bridges

Yet, it does not seem,

What it seems

Oh may you have a goodnight

A sound peaceful night,

Sleep tight,

Keep fantasizing,

Oh may you create even more mortal dreams

I no longer care

I just want to be there,

where once was no where

Because oh! Come on,

You no longer appreciate it

You no longer feel it,

Every time I pass my fingers through your hair

Oh trust me, now this is fair

I will be proud, to be here,

Where everything’s’ real

And you,

You will be fine,

I will be fine

Everything will be fine

I have had enough,

Time to make inside tough

I can not stay with such baggage and burden

Proudly I leave you, one new real moment

No longer asking when,

I can not have you near anymore

not now and never then

RANA AL-JAMAL

1:25 PM

19/4/2008

Diaries of a Lonely Heroine....

2008-09-13T02:37:00.003+03:00

"Diaries of a Lonely Heroine…"

One day, through a path of the wary
I met a director that decided to cast me to play a role,
I asked him about the story, he asked me not to worry

He taught me how to be deceitful
A bit noticeable, harming people here and there
But none can be resentful, as long as you're beautiful

I continue on, I break the thin line,
Fake personalities were my game
Irritating they were now,
Easy going, like a great friend
But when morning arrived
I felt an incomprehensible ache inside

I tried to follow my own leads
Perhaps faking a cry would justify my pleads
To be different, set the reason below free
Yet the thirst for hiding from yesterday's beasts
Managed to pursue,
So I lie down again, on the red satin covered sheets

When another day takes place
I decide to take one more dance
But it shall be my last
By choosing another job perhaps?
I no longer want to wake up alone
I rather have "him" there, kissing me on my nose
So we face our days with our smiles adorned

For although I live amongst the masses
I feel like the character I once acted
Tied wrists, inside the box she was imprisoned,
She dared to fight for her life!
Until she got disappointed, from her light's batteries
I need to live, because I need to live
I want to close my eyes,
And I want to be taken away
Into anything close to "bliss"
Even if it meant giving everything I have
Even if it meant… death!

The One I Never Knew Actually...

2008-09-12T22:05:00.004+03:00

"THE ONE I NEVER KNEW ACTUALLY”

I curled up at one of life's corners,

in which I was able to see what they call limits,

but I wanted to go beyond those borders,

I miss the old me,

the one

I never knew actually,

I do realize, I have been somewhere else

other than here,

oh who cares?Whatever! By time,

I will be one of those; one who easily forgets

I do not know what went wrong

I thought even if I never was "HAPPY"

at least I will understand this road,

on which I walked all along!

But oh here I am, missing the old me

the one I never knew actually,

Against my will, crossing paths I am, with you

I get scared, frightened,

for what is coming nextwill I know what to do!?

Perhaps I will stay, and watch!

That little bird, or that creature

those under the tree and the warm sun, oh they crouch

Sad or mad, they will judge me,

although they do not get it,

I'm only missing the old me,

the one I never knew actually...

11:11 PM
23/3/2008

The Magic Word "Nihaha"

2008-09-12T05:42:00.005+03:00

So this is the first time I really would like to talk about something, some word I really do not want to forget about "Nihaha".
My best friend "Softness" now works in "Natural Looks-Jordan/Amman-Mecca Mall" shop (و هاي دعاية للعمو يعيش ) and she faced those Chinese people, tourists they were, but funny in their simple sense of the way they want to cope in our world.

The first funny thing happened that they needed her to change for them 1JD into every other Jordanian coin you know quarters, piasters..etc. She asked them for a JD in order to grant their request, but they were like "No,No.." it was really hard to deliver the message that she did not mind to do the change but wants a JD from them, while they understood that she did not want to. And you better know something she is teased EASILY hehehe...

Anyway they were provocative enough, yet generous enough to give us this word "Nihaha"which means Fine, Not bad thank god, ...etc, in my world the word itself can be funny when used out of context! I know it is not right in the dictation but I am sure of its pronunciation! and each time we use the word, to change a subject or to close one, or to divert one's very serious mood into a lighter one, this word so far does not manage but to make us giggle!

I did not mean to be offencive or what is so ever specially to the great Chinese people with their history in the great mechanism/civilization and even more :) so,

Mood: NiHaha ;)
Music: None

A Pause...

2008-09-11T22:25:00.005+03:00

εϊз A Pause εϊз

A pause that has to be taken
while above that paper;
Which, one is gazing at endlessly.
A moment,
that feels like forever
Rumble off the trapped wishes
No more caging
Strong, and solid,
You want to appear
Although you know
You are only faking,

εϊз εϊз εϊз εϊз εϊз
Above a cold white sheet,
you want to pour it all.
Cut inside open,
Fall & bleed

εϊз εϊз εϊз εϊз εϊз
A pause, while one stands still
above this paper
with weary eyes,
Accompanied by an immortal later
& a fragile will

εϊз εϊз εϊз εϊз εϊз
Words, about feelings,
about emotions,
dreams & demons

εϊз εϊз εϊз εϊз εϊз
The hurrahs and the awes
the beautiful cries.
Letters & words,
in the end
you just have to applause

To Believe..(In Moments..)

2008-09-11T00:36:00.000+03:00

In moments when I am not afraid to sing
In times when I am not missing you
new hope, new me, into this life I bring

my finger tips dance slowly
within my heart beats,
within those words
Then growing this kind of glory

I forcfully make my soul; breath
no longer allow my yesterdays
to nest inside, I may fade
but into somethings' worth to keep

In moments when I am never scared to scream
the shakes occure among my voice,
yet they begin to sound like a peaceful stream
in times when i live upon my own choice
and so tomorrow, my new day
I finally redeam

In moments when I am forming such speech
me and my own self, the divine we breach
deep we go, turning a new leaf
Ok or not, in such moments
In myself I eventually shall learn
to believe, to have faith,
Oh at last, I shall know
how to simply, believe...

Rana Al-Jamal
20:41 Pm
3/8/2008
Music: Delta Goodrem
Mood: Weird

Your Name...

2008-09-09T23:27:00.000+03:00

& I call for his name

by the end of the day

at the stare of the pain

I call his name

≡≡≡≡≡≡ ≡≡≡≡≡≡

Too late or never

scribbling or better

I call his name

to have a semi perfect picture

≡≡≡≡≡≡ ≡≡≡≡≡≡

In the world of the mad

or in the place where I am at

I call out for your name

Whether happy shall I be

or simply sad

≡≡≡≡≡≡ ≡≡≡≡≡≡

I call for your name

My hopes; I try to tame

Perhaps filled with sham

ecarelessly though,

I shout& I no longer doubt

I ask for you to be here

I call out for you

I call Your name

≡≡≡≡≡≡ ≡≡≡≡≡≡

Mood: Weird

Credit: Rana AL-Jamal - aljamel86@yahoo.com

Music: No music

6:55PM

30/7/08

2008-09-09T05:05:00.000+03:00

“A midnight song”

And here it goes again
The guitar presents the song
With emotions that are about to blow
Accompanied with the violin
Completing the master piece with an anxious voice
Filled with hope, determination and pain
But as the music is whole
The mood kicks in
Closing her eyes,
She makes her feelings glow
Confession after confession
With a reckless attitude the words come out
Within no permission
Speaks all of her love story
About a mind
That is going through this sweet confusion

And here it goes another time
Again and again
You find that you have missed some word
Some tone,
Creating your own sound
Memories come rushing into your head
Daylight arrives,
Opening your eyes
Finding your self alone
If only those words didn’t come out
Oh how many tears you have shed
A stranger whispers in your ear
The reality you always fear
Though you would never feel it right
But that’s where you belong
Many things to make you fall about
How can one ignore that?
Within all of your tender
You must stand there

Right in the middle of the theater
Though he’ll not be there
The knight with the shinning armor
It’s you
Who you should be devoted to
At least for now
Before you get lost and lonely
Nothing else there to do
And so the song finished
With a fading music
I still hear my self-asking
Have I listened truly?
What did I comprehend?
I could know
Only if tomorrow shall tell me
In the end it all depends

Rana-aljamel
11:55 pm
1/12/2006