"Trust Me" by The Fray

Looking for something I've never seen
Alone and I'm in between
The place that I'm from and
The place that I'm in
A city I never been
I found a friend or should I say a foe
Said there's a few things you should know
We don't want you to see
We come and we go
Here today, gone tomorrow.

We're only taking turns
Holding this world
It's how it's always been
When you're older you will understand.

If I say who I know it just goes to show
You need me less than I need you
Take it from me we
Don't give sympathy
You can trust me trust nobody
But I said you and me
We don't have honesty
The things we don't want to speak
I'll try to get out but I never will
Traffic is perfectly still

We're only taking turns
Holding this world
It's how it's always been
When you're older you will understand

And then again maybe you don't
And then again maybe you won't

When you're older
You might understand.
When you're older
You might understand.





Beautiful song...

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"Every person is the creation of himself, the image of his own thinking and believing."

-Fortune Cookie

Vow of Faith
Written by Akhtar ul-Iman
Translated by M. A. R. Habib

Here, at this very bough, beneath which
Your eyes moisten for someone,
Some years ago I chanced upon a small girl.
Sitting her on my lap, I asked, "Why, my dear, do you stand here crying?"
She took a garland from her ragged shawl, and spoke:
"My friend, over there (pointing), where
The high palace domes and the mills' black chimneys
Stand, with heads reared toward the sky;
Over there my friend has gone. He said, 'Rami, I'll go
To bring garlands for you,
Garlands of silver and gold.'"

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I just thought that was a nice poem. I wish I could write as good as that.

I also wish that i could read it in the original Urdu.

Ah, well, anyways, my computer is in the shop. I am getting rather bored at times. UCF is boring during summer. There is nothing going on. Plus, all my friends, are either not here, or live off-campus, so I can't just drop-by when I get bored. The classes aren't too bad thankfully. I have pretty cool teachers, and I am loving my class on the anthropology of religion!

That's it for now. Peace.

-ija8879

P.S. - Oh yeah...almost forgot: going down to South Florida this weekend. That should alleviate some of the boredom! I'm plannig to visit some friends and whatnot; We'll see.

This is what happens when you procrastinate a lot, have an over active imagination, think to much about religion/philosophy, and are in a class about the anthropology of religion: [link]

I don't understand why people can't be internally unified. I mean, one part of my mind thinks this, while another thinks that. Then, of course, there are those feelings that kind of radiate from my chest, yet they kind of flow into my chest. In fact, it's is almost as if they do both, while doing neither. I don't know if that made any sense. Grrr...thoughts I can deal with. I can even easily force myself to think however I want to make myself think. Yet, that damn feeling in my chest drives me crazy. It's just stagnant, yet ever-moving. Annoying, yet comforting. Torturous, yet pleasant. Foreign, yet part of me. Base, yet divine. Terrifying, yet beautiful. Why did God even create such a thing?! I feel I need to destroy and liberate myself, but I can't because I also somehow feel I need to preserve, cultivate, and pursue it, also to liberate myself. Perhaps either way liberates. Perhaps neither does. Or maybe I need both. Liberate from what? What is liberation?

Totally unrelated (as far as I know): I was so confused before Orgo this morning. However, I don't know why. I know that whatever confused and troubled me was in me thoughts, but I could not bring it to the surface. It was like it was in my subconscious, near the start of the conscious. So, it was close enough to be aware of its presence and to be affected by it, but far enough to remain unrecognizable. I don't know, maybe I'm just crazy...

I can't think of a title that I like for my last poem. Help me think of possible titles. If I like one of your suggestions and use it, I'll write you a free poem.

Link to poem ---> [link]