Goodbye

You are leaving
My breath won't stop heaving
Your eyes gentle and kind
I can't get you of my mind
Your angelic face filled with treasures
beauty beyond worldy pleasures
Your breath is like an ocean's breeze
Which I desire to seize
Nothing could stop the feelings inside
With certain rules i must abide
Tears devour my face as you walk away
My heart and soul become astray
How my eyes wish to see you once more
How those memories I have stored
You'll always be in my heart
Even though we are so far apart
My yearning will eventually hault
The hole in my heart like an empty vault
A simple word bye is so hard to say
I cry here as I lay
Good bye my friend good bye my lover
What we had will remain forever


By Wajiha

You never existed

Now that you're gone
My weak heart seems to be torn
I don't know what to think, what to do
All I can remember is you
Your grasping and attractive face
Now there seems to be too much space
I feel like I cant breathe
All I want to do is plead
To know that I won't see you again
I'm going to try my best and pretend
The time I spent with you will be treasured in my memory
For everything that went wrong, I'm sorry
It feels like there is nothing left
I'm going to do my best and forget
My wandering thoughts I can't control
and I'm doing my best in trying to be bold
You're on my mind night and day
If only you would be willing to stay
Words don't mean anything anymore
My heart seems empty at the very core
I need to stop, I need to forget you
If only it were that easy to do
The last time we touched
IT felt like heaven on earth
Your gentle arms wrapped around me like a blanket
Once again you stole my heart just like a bandit
My heart skipped a beat
as I accepted defeat
Your sweet subtle scent
I knew what this all meant
If I knew I could stop you I would have insisted
but now I have to pretend you never existed

By Wajiha

Words Unspoken Forever...

The soulless and demeaning life I have lived has had many turns for the worst. The thing I most crave and yearn for is to speak hostile to the words that mean nothing to some and everything to others. I desire to burst out of this merciless, defective, remorseful and putrid place we call home. This deceiving world that teaches how to be narcissistic and self centered where no one cares for one another but only themselves. We are taught to deceive everyone around us, put on an act for all of our lives as if we are nothing but puppets and who pulls the strings nobody knows. How I wish to speak but yet my emotionless and withered lips don’t seem to move. Will anyone ever let me speak this harsh full and “corrupted” language? Will I forever remain subdued and restrained? How long will my voice go unheard and in vain? How long will I have to endure this excruciating pain for which I want nothing to do with? I want some tranquility, some stillness and a soft hushed voice to tell me it will all be over soon....

By Wajiha

Quotes to live by

Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile-Albert Einstein

Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.- Amelia Burr

Our lives are like a candle in the wind.- Carl Sandburg

The life I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and that in turn another, until who knows where the trembling stops or in what far place my touch will be felt.-Frederick Buechner


Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Operation Strip Tease

While killing time at a fashion show before his mission at the White House, The Russian man wanders off behind the scenes and starts chatting up one of the models (Catholic mother). Unable to control himself, he spills the beans to the model who, knowing her catholic duty, calls the police.“911, what is your emergency?”“I’m calling to report a Russian…”A short boy, resembling a toddler crawled onto the table, reached with his dumpy hands, and put the phone down for her.“Vyu can’t dzoo zat, zis not a goud idea,” the toddler whispers with the voice of a 47 year old.“Why is your voice so…manly? What a little miracle you are. Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus Jesus Jesus…She does the sign of the cross with her skinny fingers. Jesus.“It is my rightful duty, as a regular church attendee to do this. It is God’s orders,” she explains in a monotone voice.“Zi should tell zyu sthat I’m an undurcover 15 year old…and zyour babies’ faaja;” he declares like he was Darth Vadar, “All six zof zem.”With a puzzled face she utters the words: “No. You are not. Not my six miracles from the Lord Jesus Christ. I do not remember doing you,” she exclaims…with boredom. “The Lord would punish me.”She falls onto her boney knees, almost breaking them, and goes into prayer with her palms facing the Lord’s home: “I believe in God, the Father Almighty, the Creator of Heaven and Earth and in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord who…”“Zjot it. Zyu Amerdicans zounds like my dog, Lazzie,” he yells. “And by zee way, we did it in zee back…of the church.”The skinny woman gasps.“My muhzer back in Raasha zays zat prayer every time she zees me. I always vwondered vwhy,” he says with a confused look on his face.“But zat iz not nwhy I am here,” he states boldly while glancing at his watch. 3 pm.“In half an hour, Jeorge Daab-ah-zuu Bush zis holding a fourz of July party at zee Vwhite House. It iz my duty to explode out of zee cake…naked. Zit iz a gift from Raasha. It meanz ‘we hate zyou’. I’m going to be…aztrippar. I need zyour help. Jow me how to walk zee runway.

By Jean and Wajiha

The flabertastic football game

Today is the day , all the wags and i are getting ready to go support our husbands and boyfriends in the biggest football game of the century. We were jumping the couch in the morning as if we had never been to a game in our lives. We were sweet hearting our husbands away so they would be in a good mood. We got to the field in the afternoon and were ready to go with the shitsheets of the other team. Our husbands were slobber knocking away and no one got up the anothers nose thankfully. In the end it was a spinky game we were proud to say we won with dignity.

By Wajiha

A good friend's advice

Blimey, are you completely bonkers mate? That bloke seems daft to me, you two seem like a match made in heaven, innit?

By Wajiha