Walking down the street people stare
That's how it feels like to be gay
Your moves are watched by strangers
When people see you they see danger
You talk to a guy you are drifting
Turn to a girl and you're sinning
You live your heart on a sleeve
Wish you could pack and leave
A sparkle shines in your eye
Every time you see her smile
You see in her heart and soul
Quietly quite deep you did fall
They glance and glare at you two
You have turned them red and blue
Holding her hand softly you whisper
How you want her as lifelong partner
Looks and gossips will always follow
A gay woman who of love won't let go
A mon Liban,
Posted by Meem | 11:48 | French- Français, Lebanon, Poetry, Ramblings and Thoughts | 0 comments »Un reve qu’on descend,
Je m’en vais faire un tour,
Au cimetiere des sens.
Du bruit a se rendre sourd,
Des armes a s’y meprendre,
La violence de la houle
Qui vous glace le sang.
Le vent deporte de la foule
Des larmes de cendres,
Les discours voilent les doutes
Qui nous rassemblent.
Je tire sur le fil rouge,
Ca mord en dedans,
Des esprits qui cherchent leurs routes
Ou le mensonge est unique resident.
Encore une page tournee,
Sur une treve esperee,
Patience, l’horizon annonce
Au bout, une naissance.
She took the breath out of me the minute I heard her voice
She made me realize how strong I am and how weak
She made me fall in love with her with no thinking
She ravaged my soul the second she said I love u
I missed her so much
She’s so away in another country
Waiting days and nights I pray god to get us back together
I miss my baby, the only girl that made me cry
The only girl that made me stay up all night needing her
I wanna dream about u even when ur asleep in my arms
I wanna hug u even if I’m hugging u
I wanna kiss u even when we kiss
I wanna die feeling all the love I have for u
I pray for time to pass so I could hold u once again
I’ll wait for u baby no matter how far u r,
I’ll wait for u baby no matter how hard it is
You are my faith… I love u so much
Mon Enfer Céleste
Posted by Meem | 20:38 | Arts, Love, Poetry, Ramblings and Thoughts, Women | 0 comments »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
Posted by Meem | 22:25 | Arts, Identity, Pain, Poetry, Prejudice, Social pressure | 0 comments »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
BEING SO DIFFERENT
Posted by Meem | 13:30 | Arts., Freedom, Identity, Lesbophobia, Love, Pain, Poetry, Pride, Queer, Social pressure | 0 comments »Pointing your fingers at me
I’m so different…
Marginalizing me
I’m so different…
Spitting at me
I’m so different…
Hurting me
I’m so different…
Blaming
so different…
Hitting me
I’m so different…
Underestimating me
I’m so different…
Hunting me
I’m so different…
Dumping me
I’m so different…
People,
I’m going to live my life…
Carry on and never give in
I’m going to make my own destiny
I AM WHO I AM
With or without you
I’M INDIFFERENT
11/09/2008
~Silent Soul
~POWER TO THE FINOCHIOS
AND THE STARS WILL DIE FOR HER
Posted by Meem | 13:40 | Poetry, Ramblings and Thoughts., Women | 0 comments »And when she cries, it rains
And when she look at the stars, they fall
They wish, the stars wish she will wish one day a wish and they commit suicide for her
She can just wish and from the skies they fall
And when she cries, it rains
And she doesn’t cry because of the rain, the skies rain because she cries
And the earth doesn’t really rotate, the earth only rotates around her
And the circles weren’t circles before, they softened and turned round to fit the pupil of her eye
And it wasn’t really cold because of snow, it was cold because she likes to wear her leather jacket
And the nights are not really dark, it’s only because she loves black
And the stars every night commit suicide for her
And the moon is round only because she likes pizza
And the moon is white because she likes snow, but it isn’t cold because of snow
It’s cold, it’s cold, cold, cold beneath her skin
And the wine isn’t really red, neither grapes are, the wine is only red so that when she holds the wine glass the color inside will fit her nail polish
And then she lights a cigarette and blow, blow,blow, blow smoke
And the blue, yes the blue, blue like the ocean blue, blue like the skies, and the skies feel blue, when the stars commit suicide for her and the skies are only blue because of her
And the ocean have fish simply because she likes fish and the ocean is blue because she likes it when the oceans are blue
Ad she lights her cigarette and blows, blows, blows, and she blows in the blue, forms clouds and then it rains and she’s not sad because of the rain
It always rains because she’s sad and it rains and it rains
And the stars throw themselves on her feet and the stars are circled to fit in her eyes, and then you can see the stars in the skies.yes.the ones that commit suicide for her… she keep them in her eyes
And in her eyes you see the galaxies and the skies
And she blows blows blows her cigarette
So what if everyone else dies… and the world is not the world… and the world “is” only because of her.
everynight i see a star fall for
a woman. who can blame them
im l meem
When they judge you
Posted by Meem | 20:23 | Community, Family, Freedom, Harassment, Identity, Lesbophobia, Poetry, Prejudice, Pride, Social pressure | 0 comments »They judge you
They don’t even know you
You have known me for a year
Or maybe for two
You have known me for three years
Or maybe moreYou don’t know my favorite color
Do you even know the color of my eyes?
You don’t know my fears
Do you even know what makes me laugh?
You don’t know my past
‘Cause you never bothered to ask
Do you even know what happened to me when I was a child?
You don’t know what this all means to me
Do you even know what I need?
Most probably you don’t even know my name
You never gave me credit for making an effort
To change what you hate about me
‘Cause you never knew who I was
When I come asking for advise
You push me away
And this is not what a friend would do
And this is not what a family would do
And this is not what a lover would do
A friend won’t showoff
A family should support
A lover should give
And that’s what you don’t do
This is not a cry for sympathy
Nor a cry for help
This is not a cry for attention
Nor a cry for care and love
It’s a cry of “wake up and smell the coffee”
When you care you ask
When you are asked you help
When I have been always there for you
You should always be there for me too!
L.A
La dernière nuit
Posted by Meem | 20:09 | Arts., French- Français, Love, Poetry, Women | 0 comments »Je marche sur cette plage dans cette nuit d’été, toute seule mes pieds flirtant avec l’eau si sereine… je berce mon corps sur le sable chaud et m’en vais dans le temps d’autrefois… le temps où nous étions toutes les deux ensemble heureuses. Je ferme mes yeux tout doucement et je dessine nos pas d’autrefois, j’imite notre danse à deux… un, deux, trois, et un, deux, trois… je suis très contente d’être à nouveau sur cette plage avec ton souvenir. Autrefois j’étais très contente aussi sur cette plage avec toi…je te serre fort contre mon cœur et je respire le parfum de tes cheveux jusqu’à m’en couper le souffle… je sens ton souffle contre ma nuque… j’en ai la chair de poule tellement je t’aime, tellement j’aime ton corps et ses courbes, tellement j’adore ton sourire, tellement j’adore tes larmes…Et je continue notre danse, sur cette plage ou je t’ai aimé pour la dernière fois… tu me manque tellement, ça me fait du mal au cœur…Et un, deux, trois, et un, deux, trois… et tu m’enlace si fort, mes pieds dansant maintenant sur la brise de la nuit…Mes yeux sont toujours fermés… c’est incroyable à quel point je peux me rappeler de ton parfum vanille, le goût de tes lèvres sucrés, ta peau si douce, si belle, et ton sourire qui me met en esclavage…Et puis je reviens au moment présent… je suis seule… tu es partie… mon cœur te pleure amèrement… mais mes yeux sont secs… ils n’en peuvent plus…Je suis seule avec notre plage, notre mer, notre lune et notre nuit… Est-ce que tu peux sentir la mer… ce parfum si familier…là où tu es je suis sûre que tu sais que je t’aimerai jusqu’à la fin des temps, là où tu es je suis sûre que tu nous imagine dansant ensemble, imitant nos pas de cette nuit… là où tu es je suis sûre que tu m’aime toujours… là où tu es… je te retrouverai un de ces jours…
Jusqu’à ce moment, ce souvenir si doux amer restera avec moi…
~Kim64~
How can you not believe
A soul you created
A spirit you gave birth to
Throw me in a river and say goodbye
There is nothing for me to add
More than that; I can’t stand
I gave you chances
I gave you excuses
I am fed up
From your accusations
How can you break the heart
Of a being you created
How can you leave behind
A child that needed you the most
And I am heartbroken
To see the tears in my eyes
Because of you
They say that without you I’m nothing
And how many times I believed so
But it’s time to let go
All the past shall be forgotten
And the future should be built
With you out of my life
And it’s time to erase you
From the beautiful picture I have drawn
Though I know deep inside
That it is hard enough
And it’ll tear me apart
But I have done my best
And you never even tried
To make it up to me like you have said
Throw me in a river and say goodbye!
Throw me … And say goodbye!
Goodbye!
~By L.A.~
That Special Someone… Liquid
Posted by Meem | 23:22 | Arts., Freedom, Love, Poetry, Ramblings and Thoughts, Social pressure, Women | 0 comments »It’s funny when you find that special someone,
Someone that makes you feel
absolute
Someone that always seems to make you forget the world around you,
Someone that makes everything in your life finally make sense.
I carry her with me in my heart
She is everywhere I go, everything I see
All was perfect
Our love, our relationship, was inaccessible
Like a fairytale she managed to sweep me off my feet in an instant
With her eyes, she conquers me
One touch is all it took to make me plead for more
With a kiss I melt
However, with this love came blindness
Blindness off everything around us, blindness of reality
Blindness that hid the fact that nothing can be perfect
Months of living in my own dream
Suddenly, with no warning everything fell apart
The disappointment dwelled within me
Our hopes and dreams crushed through an instant
Our differences overcame us
Difference in beliefs
It’s funny when you find that special someone,
A unique girl in whom you believe you can not live without
A precious star you can’t stop thinking about
It’s funny when you find that special someone you have been longing for, and yet unwittingly loose her in an instant.
~Liquid~
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.
http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=1538239793738722540
Posted by Meem | 22:19 | Arts, Love, Poetry, Women | 0 comments »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.
Call for Participation - Bekhsoos issue 1: Bekhsoos l Pride
Posted by Meem | 21:52 | Activism, Arts, Community, Health, Lesbian, Lesbophobia, Media, Meem Stuff, Movies, News and Announcements, Poetry, Pride, Ramblings and Thoughts, Social Acceptance, Transphobia | 0 comments »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
Another Stiving Dilemma Between Me and The Other Me
Posted by Meem | 21:50 | Arts, Community, Identity, Love, Poetry, Women | 0 comments »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
Midnight Thoughts I've Been Having Since I Met You
Posted by Meem | 21:48 | Arts, Freedom, Love, Poetry, Ramblings and Thoughts, Women | 0 comments »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
Masterpiece of a moment of madness
Posted by Meem | 21:43 | Humor, Love, Poetry, Pride, Ramblings and Thoughts, Women | 0 comments »What a smurf’s moment of Madness :
Paint it black, paint it white,
Paint it to represent our right,
Make it red, make it blue,
Make it remind me of you.
Butter skin, oh butter skin,
You are the greatest sin,
Melting eyes and pantyhose,
Makes us friends but makes us foes.
Flower dress you smell so pure,
Hooked on you there is no cure,
Poison to the skin and heart,
Addiction cautioned from the start.
Women, women everywhere,
Where oh where should I stare?
Legs or chest? I cannot decide,
Which one would be a smoother ride?
Rainbow color from head to toe,
I heart women, that I know,
In the end girls just rock,
Yea I’m gay, are you shocked?
Smurf


