The things you do are not always the true measure of who you are.

I am Dina

A wonderful journey to the beauty of the human mind and how the environment can form such a person. This is a movie worth watching.

(*just watched it and it’s beautiful so I want to share it)

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Underneath It All

Of picture frames and happy face
fixed on the wall
They never seem so lonely then
I can’t believe
Of genuine smile and twinkling eyes
or so, I say
They were all so real, like ther’ve never been
not so sunny days

The color says of happy days
when we were young
There have never been blue and greys
only bright stars
They’re like summer days and autumn skies
and April spring
But have you ever tried to see ‘neath those eyes
what they really mean

And so I say, my dear let’s play
the guessing game
Let’s just pretend you knew me well
you can see everything
Of black and blue and purple hue
of what has been
Or what has been hidden in
the sheets of green

Underneath it all is just pretense
I hope you understand
To see me in beneath those eyes is
a wonderful thing
‘coz most of them see everything
‘cept this truth
Hidden in the shadows of
these dark brown eyes

Of colored hues and black and blue
I am everything
Of autumn hues and summer skies
I’m winter within
Cold and grey my happy days
it is but true
But don’t worry dear, though winter is cold
I am white as snow.

When Things are but Just Words

When things are but just words
Let rain wash and drown your heart
That it may find comfort in its coldness
And time and space is but your solace
A friend to keep you on your ground.

When words are but an echo gone in the wind
Dry as the desert sands carried to nowhere
Fill your emptiness with words that rhyme
And build your oasis in the desert sands
A hope in solitude in the barren land

Find serenity under the midnight full moon
Or find beauty among the fireflies
They grace the night with their humble light
Like little fairies amidst the darkness
Just when your bode is filled with sadness

When your heart is but like a shattered glass
And fixing a mess is a tiresome act
Remember the fireflies, the oasis and the rain
And the full moon of comfort and solace they bring

When things are but just words, let them jump out of the pages
To wrap me so I may know.

Under the Autumn Sun

Under the Autumn Sun

a butterfly flutters in the midday green
searching for flowers nowhere to be seen
sailing in the breeze of an autumn wind
that chills the morning dew beneath its wings

above a lone bird chirps on a tree
waiting for something it can never see
singing a song as sweet as it can be
as the leaves slowly falls from an autumn tree

cold wave splashes on a wooden wharf
on its edge a man sits as though it’s his turf
he stares at a canoe dancing with the ebb
whistle’s a song that gives grace to the act

from afar a cry resounds in the place
a chill of longing, an echo of haste
from the stillness of every thing and silence of today
to the uncertainty of morrow a beautiful chaos is made

as dusk splatter on the canvass of the day
synthetic lights glisten at the quay
following the street lamps he walks on cobblestones
another day is done and he walks home alone.

Hey Sister

Too much nonsense and I say adieu
to every night when I go blue
what to you is a moment gone
and there is nothing left to be done

hey sister what shall ye say?
Can you fill me up? I’m empty these days
just help me up and make me fine
from the poison of my lover’s wine

I beg not look into my eyes
or you’ll see dark rivers and body of lies
intoxicate me in thy euphoria
and blind me from my love’s aurora

hey sister, what do you say?
Can you fill the emptiness of me these days?
Just let me know, I’m ready to go
‘coz I’m stuck here and ready to blow

I dare you not trust my true intentions
just play with me so I won’t hurt your emotion
let’s enjoy the ride into oblivion
what happens to-morrow is mine’s obstruction

so sister what can you say?
Are we ready to go, are we ready to play?
All these is a game, I hope you’ll stay
let’s not talk about forever but live for today

forgive me from these gibberish talk
for lately I can’t seem to walk
now I live in mire and I feel so filthy
my lover’s gone, I’m feeling guilty

a fool I am, I made to myself
forgive me sister I can no longer hide from my shelf
this love has taught me much of how
now I can no longer love somehow.

Chocolates and Paper Roses

the pearly whites that reflects the sunlight
of pure joy that melts my heart
tame the gods that guards my reason
and open the gates of treasures bastion

those sullen eyes of fiery passion
devours the misty fort of repression
those eyes that holds chasten love
and vestibules of sheer compassion

captured by the halo of your embrace
I’ve knotted the stem of succulent cherry
savored the breeze of your silent breathing
and sealed it with a kiss of ardent fervor

but all are chocolates of dark temptations
and paper roses of sweet nothings
a shroud of spectacle that hides the intentions
like Dorian Gray, you lavished on your impression

still I danced with you as the music played
in a masquerade ball of tweaking and charade
‘til we tire ourselves in this rustic game
and wake up at dusk to see you again.