Names

Different names we own
So many names for so many faces
Are given when we see the dawn

We never choose the names
Names with us are born
Names names and names
Cover the ash and the bone

So what is a name?
It is sometimes a game
And sometimes it is a fame
I do have a name

My name i write on trees on lawn
On sand like a fawn
I write it to signature my poems
And one day will be on my Gravestone

So what is a name?
It is sometimes a game
And sometimes it is a fame
I do have a name

Looking around all i see
Are names with clone
Beneath the faces
Beneath the smile and the moan
The names we own …

Written in 17/3/2011 Ghada Rustom

Satisfied

Alone I cried
Simply i shed away Tears
And i lied
I am okay
I am alive
Feelings i casted aside
The hugs i wanna leave behind
And i am shy
Once My heart In your arms
stopped and died

I was to you so cheap
You knew where the wound is
And you just kept and still keep
Stabbing me in the same place
With every No you hurt so deep
I am feeling cold
All i want is to sleep
Like a fetus Twisting around
like a creep

I made you out of a stranger
Sculptured you into a danger
Into a dangerous steep
That once i lured in
Along my sweep
I sculptured you into my death
Into a Gravestone on my heap

I casted away dust
And i lied
I am okay
And Feelings casted aside
I have burned my ships behind
Got into the jungle of your lies
And My heart In your arms
stopped and died
There were some hugs
I wanted to leave behind
I died
And you are my Gravestone
Finally i am satisfied!

Ghada Rustom