Angel

I remember the first time I failed my science test I ran to her banged on her door and curled up on her couch I blabbered about how much of a failure I am she looked at me and told me "rise up like the sun show them that you can do anything show them how much power you posses give them a peek of what you've shown me" then she threw glitter at my face took a photo of me and showed it to me saying that I am shining without no darkness something a star can't do . We were young then . And they still wonder how we are so close . Now I believe that I can do anything even if they say I can't you believe in me and I promise I'll  make you proud photo of my school college de la Mere de Dieu -alexandrie  dedicated to hoda adam for all the things we've gone through together   

i didn't realize i was becoming so materialistic so ungrateful . i sat on the ground cursing the skies and weeping for what i don't have rather than embracing what I've got i bowed down to time and let it walk all over my existence and then i complained about all the clocks around me about the ticking that is the background of my dreams of my nightmares of my music of his voice i watched my self circling from 12 to 12 again my boyfriend's face turning into another clock the magazines covers featuring watches the big Ben on billboards a little watch blossomed from my core till i had a big ass clock between my legs ticking louder and louder each second until it all turned black . i love my pale smooth skin that turns a pretty pink under the hot water i love how feminine my voice sounds i love my little hands and my wide eyes i love it when i get so determined and i love it when he gets me all soft at 3 am i love my lips my hair my feet my waist i love my sensitivity...

“Bartoli—last night I felt as if many wings caressed me all over, as if your finger tips had mouths that kissed my skin. The atoms of my body are yours and they vibrate together so that we love each other. I want to live and be strong in order to love you with all the tenderness that you deserve, to give you everything that is good in me, so that you will not feel alone. “From the little bed where I lay I looked at the elegant line of your neck, the refinement of your face, your shoulders, and your broad and strong back. I tried to get as close to you as I could in order to sense you, to enjoy your incomparable caress, the pleasure that it is to touch you…. if I do not touch you my hands, my mouth and my whole body lose sensation. I know I will have to [imagine you] when you are gone.” apart from love-making I know there is something indestructible and positive that unites us. It gives me equal pleasure to kiss you, to make love, to listen to you, to look at you, to watch you sleep, t...

"Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man - a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virle. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus - they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched.”  —Monica S...

to the sound of the anguished words to my young steps i had an ocean in my chest that had a volcano in it's farthest depths. i had an ocean in my chest that was only calm when i would taste his laughter in my mouth .when i would have a chance to give him some of the passion that was swimming within my veins .feel myself become the words that tumble from his mouth when drunk in love. the words he gives birth to on a full moon. yes he gives birth to words we all do .we all have conversations that we remember by heart: every word every syllable every breath pause and sigh w all have conversations stuck to various parts of our bodies but the best thing about him was that he was actually aware of that . he was aware of me and i was aware of the emptiness he was cursed with often. i was aware of the ghosts above his head the monsters that signal their presence through his eyes if i made an appropriate joke i was well aware of that and i was willing to fix it all. time was j...