Open your heart to the possibility of it, the certainty of it.
   
Sunday, November 1, 2009
bowls of coins
It’s hard for me to explain
How it feels like when it happened
That this is what I've wanted
My prayers finally answered.

It felt like something lifted
Off of my heart that was so used to the heaviness
Everything became clearer
For I know God is always near.


But thoughts of you kept swimming in my head
You made remarks
I held my tongue.

When you looked at me that night
Your eyes showed something different
It hid what you truly thought
Of the changes I presented.


I just hope you can see
That I am still me.
posted by Nazehan Nasir @ 5:27 AM   0 comments
Thursday, August 27, 2009
bowls of fairytales - grimm style

There once was a girl,

One who has dreams and aspirations, trying to do her very best, trying not to disappoint God, her family and friends, you but most importantly, herself;

One who has many weaknesses and make several mistakes just as you have, forgiven you for each one, because she is as human as you are;

One who would never hurt you, not if she can help it, just like how you would never hurt her, not if you could help it;

One who is learning just like you are as to what you want from her, and is stupid and rude at times and knows that you won't like it if she is too demanding or too emotional or just too everything;

One who is doing her level best and wants to make this work, if you could just help her some and trust her;

One who just wants one thing from you, as you are an important part of her life - your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly, your understanding.

That girl.
She lived a full life.
Though it was cut short.

Too bad you were too busy too care.
Too bad you didn't know her.
Too bad.
posted by Nazehan Nasir @ 6:59 AM   0 comments
Thursday, August 13, 2009
bowls of limitations

Because there's only so much i can take...
posted by Nazehan Nasir @ 5:07 AM   0 comments
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
bowls of repitition

"They put her to sleep so that she won't have to feel the pain of that needle poking through her skin, removing the evil that dwells inside. Her tiny frame looked even smaller lying on that hospital bed. They turned her head so that she's lying on her cheek, wet stain on her pillow. That night he learn from her that you don't have to be awake to cry."
posted by Nazehan Nasir @ 6:23 AM   0 comments
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
bowls of bottled-up emotions

Five years he went through it with her with nothing being certain & getting nothing in return.
Five years he went to Hell & back with her so she won't feel so alone in her darkest hour.
Five years he put everything else on hold so that he can be there for her in an instant.
Five years he sat & smiled when all he wanted to do was weep mournful tears.
Five years have since long gone.
Just like her.
posted by Nazehan Nasir @ 4:00 AM   1 comments
Saturday, July 18, 2009
bowls of Elpis' will

our hope in You is greater than any fears we have in our hearts...
posted by Nazehan Nasir @ 8:37 PM   0 comments
Saturday, July 11, 2009
bowls of pretties & toughs
I'm sorry.
I didn't know the impact this would have on you, too.
I didn't know you are as scared as I am of what the outcome may be.
I didn't know how troubled you were when I didn't say anything.
Or when I hide my pain.

I'm sorry.
I do want to tell you.
I want to tell you how scared I am every single day.
I want to tell you that the wait is torturing me.

But hey,
You don't have to say anything, just be close at hand.

Thanks for always being there for me.
posted by Nazehan Nasir @ 5:34 PM   0 comments
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and when the sky began to roar. its like a lion at the door. and when the door began to crack. its like a snake across your back. and when your back begins to smart. its like a penknife in your heart. and when your heart begins to bleed. you're dead and dead and dead indeed