Je t’aime

Et ton amour c’est l’interdit

Je t’aime

Et dans mon péché je nuis

Je t’aime…

Jamais l’enfer ne paraitrait aussi délicieux


Et je le dégusterais

Comme je dégustais à l’aube ton corps

Je succomberais à son feu

Comme je succombais à la passion, à ta peau divine



Là bas, au sein des démons

Je chanterai ta louange

Plus besoin du Dieu des Hommes

Mon Dieu c’est toi

Ma prière, ma foi

Mon temple et ma Loi



Tu sais, mon ange,

Jamais n’ai-je adoré mes larmes

Comme lorsqu’elles coulaient pour échanger tes peines

Jamais n’ai-je senti mon âme

Que lorsqu’elle s’est unie à la tienne



Trésor.. Te souviens-tu encore?

Nous marchions au crépuscule, ta main dans la mienne

Les couloirs d’un immeuble..

Le silence et l’obscurité ne sont jamais combinés

D’une telle perfection, d’un tel chef-d’oeuvre

Jamais le calme ne disait autant



Au bout d’un escalier, le temps s’arrêta

Ce que nos coeurs disaient, ce que nos corps sentaient

Trop glorieux pour être retenus..

Contre un mur, tu m’attires vers toi

Tes mains brûlent ma peau

Mes doigts ravagent la tienne

Mon coeur s’essoufle

Tes lèvres frissonnent

Plus fort encore, je te serre

Tellement je veux dénier ce corps

Qui tranche entre toi et moi



Dans la fermeté du moment

La douceur de tes baisers m’envahit

La lumière dans tes yeux, que tu ouvres

Quand nos lèvres se quittent,

Pour se rejoindre dans la seconde qui suit

L’odeur de ton parfum

Emanant de ta nuque, des paumes de tes mains,

De ta poitrine,

Celle ci tremble et se dresse

Gémit tes désirs à chaque caresse..



Les frontières de la terre se brisent

Plus rien au monde n’existe

Ni les Hommes, ni leurs plaintes

Ni les jugements et les craintes



Dans la profondeur de tes bras

Entièrement je me donne, et je soupire:

“Emmène moi au paradis de tes désirs

Fais que mon sort dépende de tes soupires

Désormais ma précieuse, je vie pour te satisfaire

Oh ma Déesse, ma Muse, oh ma folie

A jamais je serai ton esclave soumis”


K-rulz

This time you came
But please tell me your aim

If it is to hurt me again
Please don’t visit me again

I’m fed up
Of never feeling up

Specially, when you destroy me
By temporary soreness me

While I am always expressing my love
Telling you how do I love?

Which you can see
But you never wanted to see

Hope this time you came
to show me a good aim

Your aim is to take care of me
By never hurting me

To love me
Without hugging or kissing me

I want you to support me
And keep on asking me are you feeling safe with me?

If I replied yes
This means you are a special friend, yes

In case I reply no
This means you never wanted to know


~~Meem~~

Je ne comprends pas
Pourquoi les gens ne me comprennent pas
Pourquoi les gens ne m’aiment pas
Et je ne les aime pas

Pas de compagnie
Pas de vie
Pas de rire
Mais seulement un cri

Une amie est a cote de mois depuis longtemps
une amie est gentille avec mois depuis longtemps
Et avec cette amie je suis contente merci dieu pour cette connaissance que j’ai eu avec cette amie

~~Meem~~

I was thinking to myself,.How sweet she is?!Are you sweet like honey, chocolate, or Caramel?What am I going to feel when my lips kiss her?What kinda pleasure I am going to feel rushing in my veins!I took a moment traveling in my brain, searching for that pleasure’s pains.But after looking around, I realized, that I am still here, and she is still there.Could I hear you once again. It could be somewhere, I don’t know where.It is too much pleasure, it is too much pain,that’s what I feel when I hear her name.But I still come back and scream, I wanna hear it again.Sometime I look through out the years, all I can remember is my tears.I am writing this song for me and her. I’ll love you forever,even when she is not close to me.I have promised myself, to love her, so I won’t break my word.“My world was mess before you, but look at it now, and you are the blame.You shined my life all the way to the end. Even if you weren’t there, anymore I don’t care.When my life start to mess around, I will come back to where it begin, look at your eyes and start all over againAfter all, I think how sweet you are. Honey, chocolate, or Caramel.There is something sweeter, I say. It gives me beautiful pain.So sweet, only love I’ll gain.So baby could I taste, your love again.”

~~ Jo Dream

Hello everybody;
as it was mentioned on our meem calendar

we are having a Photoshop workshop this Wednesday 20 of august starting at 6:30 sharp.


Please be there on time because i will be giving an introduction of how you can use Photoshop and if you were late you will miss a lot of things and consistency is important so you can understand what is happening.

I hope you all are as excited as I am, we are going to have a lot of fun, Photoshop is a very fun program. If you want bring some photos of you that we can edit them and fix them and if you have any questions already that you would like me to answer, please email them to me no matter how silly they were, so i can cover them as well in the workshop

Best regards,
Im l Meem

Saturday the 16th at 4.p.m.
Workshop

Hello all
It was stated in the meem calendar that we will have a workshop about film as a tool for actisvism ? However that subject being too vast for a two hours workshop, I decided to give a workshop about the image of lesbians in the history of film starting 1910?

At the end of the workshop, those who are interested in a technical one, as in introduction to camera use and history of film technics and such , can put down their names so we can put together a workshop for Activist Development and give you the tools necessary to proceed .

Hope to see you tomorrow
TaKe Care
Shant

Touching the shore of Eve’s wild island
Is a ship whose horn quivers the landscape
The midday sun sends the molten metal
Into the shallow depths of the sea
Waves are lapping rhythmically
As if to cool the crimson shore
Instead they build up constructively
Alas, the physics had some prophecy
The rise and fall is calling a forgotten storm
At first a whisper, and then a scream
A pulse propagates and flings the ship
Unto a peak, so violently it flattens
Trees into fields that stretch and fold
For miles and boundaries untold
Until a calm soft breeze takes over
From above, it sends the fire down below
To keep the Mother warm where there
Is but darkness to keep the ignorant blind
And the passionate safe

By Ava S.

Touching the shore of Eve’s wild island
Is a ship whose horn quivers the landscape
The midday sun sends the molten metal
Into the shallow depths of the sea
Waves are lapping rhythmically
As if to cool the crimson shore
Instead they build up constructively
Alas, the physics had some prophecy
The rise and fall is calling a forgotten storm
At first a whisper, and then a scream
A pulse propagates and flings the ship
Unto a peak, so violently it flattens
Trees into fields that stretch and fold
For miles and boundaries untold
Until a calm soft breeze takes over
From above, it sends the fire down below
To keep the Mother warm where there
Is but darkness to keep the ignorant blind
And the passionate safe © Sinsong


By Ava S.

Saba7o girls and boys w ya3tikon l 3afye,

After the outing of the issue 0 of our Magazine “Bekhsoos” titled: Bekhsoos l homophobia

And after the Internal and International admiration that this magazine has collected, it’s time for everyone to get their brains back to work and start preparing for the next issue.

Quoting the crazy Editor-in-Chief:

…so break in the articles. I already have quite a few, (many thanks to all those who’ve already submitted stuff), and it would be great if you could submit some before the 19th midnight. Anything post that deadline will not be accepted, sorry!
The theme of this issue is Pride. It would be preferable if your submissions (writing, artwork, anything that can be uploaded on www.bekhsoos.com) are Pride-oriented; not just the Pride Marches and/or Parades, but more like what the concept of Pride means to you. If you have nothing to say concerning Pride, but have another topic in mind, please, by all means, do not hesitate to share it.

So what you need to remember is:

Tell us about Pride
Submit your articles before the 19th
Write in any language you feel comfortable with (Arabic, French, English, German, Spanish, Armenian…); our team of translators will translate it, or we would cooperate with you on the translation
For the Meems that live abroad, in countries where the Pride Parade is organized, it would be nice if you tell us about it, if you’ve never participated in it, then it would be interesting if you tell us why. In brief, just tell us, we are curious and there are lots of other curious people out there.

So for submissions or further information please contact the Editor-in-Chief: Jenni on the following email: jenni@meemgroup.org. Or if you’re too shy then just contact me and I will take care of communicating with her.

So juice those pens and amaze us.


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Salut tout le monde,J’ai l’honneur de vous invitez à contribuer dans une oeuvre magnifique. Cet oeuvre s’appelle Bekhsoos (avec double O et non OU, faites attention). Bekhsoos est le fruit de la collaboration de toutes les filles et les garcons de Meem. C’est une magazine sympa et tres cool (egalement avec double O et non OU). Le numéro 0 de Bekhsoos est déjà disponible si vous voulez le consulter.

Mais on n’a pas de temps à perdre, numéro prochain ne va pa tarder à paraitre et je veux voir votre contribution dans ce nouveau numéro. Le sujet général sera le Pride et je suis certaine que vous avez beaucoup à dire sur ce sujet.

Alors installer vous bien et écrivez, une fois terminé, il suffit de l’envoyer à Jenni (jenni@meemgroup.org) et que le spectacle commence. mais faites attention il faut l’envoyer avant le 19 Juillet pour que l’équipe puisse le publier. Alors… Yalla pas de temps à perdre

N.B.: si vous voulez consulter le numéro précédent visitez la page suivante: www.bekhsoos.com

Once again, my brain is functioning on the wrong side of common logic…

There’s a me that is the hardcore of moral values and would step on my heart not to cross a boundary. And there’s the other me that lost focus like a school girl smitten in a teenage crush!

There’s a me that wants to go back to the day before I met you and skip every second I spent with you. And there’s the other me that wants to stay around you, swallow the pride and enjoy those little sparkle butterflies that twirl in my stomach every time you throw a spontaneous look toward me.

There’s a me that believes if my life was a movie, I would be the “bad guy” that should be expelled to the island of green beasts and unforgivable sinners. And there’s the other me that believes if my life was really a movie you would see how much I want to give you and how much I’m longing to take off the load of pain I see in your eyes… And we would run off together to the island of make believe.

There’s a me that’s so petrified of my eager eyes telling on me and destroying my little image in your perspective. And there’s the other me that’s so petrified that you will never see me and I’ll just die one day soon without you knowing how I really see you.

There’s a me that’s wondering which wall I should bang my head into to wake myself up from these vibes of stupidity. And there’s the other me that’s wondering which wall I should draw your face on with a big “I like you” signature beneath it.

There’s a me that wishes to take the constant given advice from everyone around me and turn it into a “straight ticket to heaven” prayer. And there’s the other me that wishes God and all the heavenly angels are on my side just this time around!




I dedicate this to you and the other you knowing that I will never have either…

Don’t worry the first me wins every time but you will always be everything I want in a girl.

Jexy

Twisted thoughts and beautiful lies
No soothing faith for my rebel soul
Your smell travels a million miles
And passes through my 10 feet wall

I shut my eyes and dwell in dreams
To “think exist” you in my room
When everything within me yields
You’re almost real in this gloom

Blurry and warm…moving closer
Triggering a chill down my spine
The sun is coming up…it’s over!
Night…is the only time you’re mine…

Hope I get to catch the sun and keep it in a jar…very soon

~~~Jexy