Howl

In the moment of fury, fired up by the intensity of the situation, all she wanted to do was throw herself out of the car and howl painfully in the middle of the road, without a moment’s thought of the passing vehicles or the staring strangers. She simply wanted to let out all of those built up disappointments, mishaps, misunderstandings, all the cuts and bruises. She felt all that pain deep within her soul it scarred her. She became unable to laugh, unable to cry, unable to even really and earnestly care for anything. Everything became temporary to her; happiness, sadness, peacefulness, joyfulness, or even thoughtfulness. She became unable to fully live any period of her passing life for the mere reason that she always thought that it will not last. She became the dullest person she least expected herself to be. Hatred became her only companion, for none of the other forms of emotions could so determinedly reside within her mind. She simply hated herself most of all for becoming the person she is now. 

© A Furious Child

A Credit to Me

I may not be pretty in the usual sense of beauty, I may not be smart in comparison to the genius, I cannot be the most delicate, or sociable, or poetic of all beings, but I know (and so do others) that I'm intelligent, creative, artistic, emotional, successful, hardworking, helpful, determined (and strong-headed at times), passionate, and accommodating (when I wish to be). I implore you; do not take my kindness and respectfulness for granted, for as I hand such a privilege to you, I can easily take it back whenever I feel like it.

I have given the people around me (namely, my family) too much for a normal human being could and would give. Still, they are never satisfied, always criticizing, always reproaching. And silly me, I strive to change myself to be whatever that want. Ironically, what they want would and will change in a matter of weeks (in some cases, days!), and on turns the wheel of their wants and needs! They want everything to go as they wish, never-minding whom they use to achieve that. 

Therefore, I have made up my mind to stop being so damned accommodating, I no longer care what they want, who they need, or how or why! I will live my life as I see fit! I will be the person I was meant to be as I was designed by God! They are not my Creator! They are not my Maker! They are not the Planner! They are nothing. I shall become the naturally unique individual I always was before their wants and don't-wants changed me. I will strive to become a better human being, caring, loving, and happy.

© A Furious Child

Her Reality

The most interesting fact was that she never tried to identify or specify the reasons which pushed her to make decisions. She have always been like that, dealing with everything as they show, finding the best way out of any situation as soon as possible,  not looking for what might appear in the future, forcing herself to be the one to solve the matters around her.  But in reality, she was forced by other people's uncertainty, their fear and their loss. She needed to evaluate what she really needed to do, whom to keep in her life, who truly loved her, and what emotions to kill in her heart. She never had the chance to choose what she really wanted, for she had been always influenced by others. Sometimes, she was even manipulated by them. And they knew how to do that very well! Despite her first impression about other people, she always gave them the chance to show her more. She tried to give them depth of character when they didn’t have any. In the end, however, her first impressions were always down to the spot! That is a lesson she learned with difficulty, for every time she gave someone a chance, all they did was disappoint her at the end.

© A Furious Child

Choices

There are many reasons for me to need to make this decision right now.. I need to draw the plan for my life, instead of being divided between all the other possibilities.. I keep on thinking of all the other choices that I have ahead of me and dream of the outcomes.. I want to dream… I need to dream! My heart flutters with each dream… Hoping to see the end, the outcome, the result of that choice.. How will it end? I want to see that part of the future.. I want to read the end of that story.. It is far more difficult to have found that things are not going the way I hoped it they would.. I'm exhausted of analyzing and thinking about all the paths that I can take.. I'm tired of wishing for things that might not happen.. I want to find happiness.. I want to be loved.. I have many feelings that can fill the whole world from their intensity if they burst out.. I want someone that would understand me, hold me and get me through this confusion I feel to the place I aspire to reach.. I want someone to make me safe in an embrace which can last till the end of time..

I've made all the people around me tired and angry because of my indecisiveness.. I have to find my resolution.. The revelation that will unlock all the closed doors in my mind, find all the great things that wait ahead of me and unleash all the mind-blowing ideas that are roaming inside of my head and driving me crazy..

© A Furious Child

The Dance of Good and Evil

Tears stream down my cheeks.
Thinking of past memories,
My mind still freshly holds,
With all sensations,
My heart still aches.

It was a long time ago,
That people stood in row,
Defying the tyrant's law,
Reminding the world how,
Things became so low,
From past until now.

The past and future,
Linked by present are.
The memory, hope, and fear,
In my tormented mind roar,
My heart is forever sore.

The faces, the eyes,
The never-ending lies,
The pity, the smiles,
The ever-lasting sighs,
My heart always replies:

I shall always remember,
That moment in September,
With the roaring Thunder,
The raging, flooding River,
And the prison down under.

Then begging the Law,
To avenge the ones below,
Against the common foe,
The so-called Devil's Crow,
Who bought human law.

Thus came the Just Divine,
Stroke on the spine,
Of the vile Devil's shrine.
Forever God's light shall shine,
And people always be fine.

Victory will come,
In more years or some,
Unknown the accurate sum,
When the humans all hum:
Victory has finally come.

© A Furious Child

A Strange Experience

In that moment of an introduction, - laugh of you wish - I do take a split of a second to remember what my name is, strange as it may be. People sometimes ask me, "Have you forgotten your name?" I feel the faint blush behind my cheeks, blackmailing me to reveal the strange secret, and I wonder... Does any other human  being go through the same thing? You ought to know, I do not drink or do drugs simply for the reason I am a believer in God's orders to not self-destruct, and that my mind can do the tricks of those two on its own without any attempts from my part. I also wonder if something is especially off in my brain for me to forget my name out of the blue! I do wonder but never bother with answering any of those questions. As for the first, I hope people would oblige me by answering the question, for they know exactly what happens with them. However, the second is out of any body's concern, unless you specialize in neurology and actually have an answer to the question! I say you shouldn't because of a small fear I have that you might take this little confession and passing thought as a weapon against me and make fun of me! I do not like such a thing, and I am perfectly serious as I say so.

I think that if this experience is shared by many, it would then characterize a specific universal experience affected by special circumstances and features of the environment and the human life.

Please answer question one in the comments. Let us have further discussions, for I am always intrigued by new, argumentative, and exploratory ideas.

© A Furious Child

Humane Song of WAR

In moments like these,

When every human life is bared of its value,

When a man, or a woman,

Is ripped apart from his, or her,

Very essence of being;

Their EXISTENCE.

In the names of what is WAR declared,

In the millions of faces of people

Whose homes and lands forced away from 

The hands bleeding in resistance;

For humans do claim their own lives

To be untaken from the hands of murderers,

Who, in absolute insolence, come from nowhere

To evacuate those innocents,

Be they women, children, elders, or men,

Oh, They are truly in the way of thieves

Who mistakenly think the world is theirs,

Who believe that those homes and lands 

Are truly theirs for the taken!

Oh! Do allow this poor Furious Child to explain

That there are three sides in this tale.

The First is that of the innocent victims,

Whose lands and homes are being taken away

By the Second side, who is falsely claiming 

That those innocents are in the wrong place

And on their lands they reside;

Thus BELIEVING that it is acceptable

To simply remove them from EXISTENCE!

Yet, Oh, look! For the sake of their families' lives,

Those innocents do resist.

Thus, for they dare repel and defend themselves,

And in their resistance,

By both Second and Third sides,

They shall be branded, "Terrorists!"

What a haunting name it is!

The Third party is of the human law-makers,

For in their insolence,

They blinded Justice!

But worry not yourselves,

The Furious Child shall tell more of them.

What unjust laws that permit such vermins

To roam the Earth with those sickening minds!

For God's laws are broken.

Pride and Greed, and Lust and Gluttony

Are, as usual, the weapons

By which those horrifyingly disgusting minds

Stroll all over the world believing they have the right

To take what is not justly theirs,

With a fake claim that, once upon a time,

It was theirs, of course!

God's laws are broken, for the sake of

The previously mentioned sickly minds,

And instead of God's laws did come

The unjust law of greedy, coward,

Disgusting, infuriating, ridiculous, so-called

Humanitarians of the First World.

God's will and law shall outshine

And rule over Earth

So long I, and billions who do BELIEVE

In His Justice and Mercy that outlive all,

So long kings, princes, and knights

Who with all their hearts and souls

BELIEVE in Righteousness and Fairness,

We shall all fight the battle

For our innocence and our EXISTENCE.

This poem is written for the beautiful, courageous, and faithful people of PALESTINE, SYRIA, all those who believe that there is but ONE God, and the people of the world at past and future ages...

© A Furious Child