tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88012110881559904912024-03-13T05:10:58.323+02:00BRING ON THE CLOWNSMusings of a Theatre junkie. Rants, random blabber & obsessions.Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-1957893124861089222013-12-11T01:04:00.001+02:002013-12-11T02:11:42.841+02:00The Heart of the Eve<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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And they were the most beautiful first seconds.<br />
Yes, they were. And they lingered.<br />
Reluctant to pass.</div>
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I can close my eyes & travel with you.</div>
Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-18217969944011636802013-12-11T00:42:00.003+02:002013-12-11T02:13:58.183+02:00The Air I Breathe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">It all starts with a promise to myself that I’ll take life in.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">But I still miss you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">I’ll take life in.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">If I can.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">And I cry again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">It all starts again.</span></div>
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Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-21578837567791971432013-12-11T00:40:00.000+02:002013-12-11T14:44:36.186+02:00The Secrecy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">My dreams scare me of myself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">I don’t even know what I’m discovering along the way.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">One door opens. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">One door closes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">And now I know.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">The angels weren't too far. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">The way they do it in the movies.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">It’s filling me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">It’s beautiful.</span></div>
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"We cannot hope that we might have just missed their call, because our phones are always with us and if they didn't call, they didn't call." - I Wrote This For You - The List of Changes.<br />
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It will be quiet for a while.<br />
The kind of quiet that you hate.<br />
The kind of quiet that scares you.<br />
Keep going. When the going is hard. When the going is slow.<br />
Accept it. Have faith. And keep going.<br />
Patience. Your heart shall get what it most desires.<br />
Patience. One day at a time.<br />
Do not feel sad. You are not all alone. <br />
Love will find you worthy, it will direct your way.</div>
Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-68062484524419549462013-12-11T00:00:00.000+02:002013-12-11T14:48:29.070+02:00That Happy Place<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"Nothing worth having in this world comes easy."</div>
Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-41421823997402841092013-12-10T23:53:00.000+02:002013-12-11T14:49:05.341+02:00Sunlight through the Lace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In the morning, I want to walk up next to you. Every morning.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I rely on you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">You're my rock.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And that's a lie.</span><br />
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Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-91391129946631489572013-12-10T23:15:00.000+02:002013-12-11T14:50:10.740+02:00Broken Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It could've been you.</div>
Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-30917371879411563592011-06-28T17:12:00.005+02:002013-12-10T23:11:10.324+02:00Floating<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S1pNp1QdhVA/TgnwdZ0G8SI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lyfdOoDgngg/s1600/bw13.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623289997685092642" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S1pNp1QdhVA/TgnwdZ0G8SI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lyfdOoDgngg/s400/bw13.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 459px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 517px;" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">And what happens when you leave my dreams?<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S1pNp1QdhVA/TgnwdZ0G8SI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lyfdOoDgngg/s1600/bw13.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"> </a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What happens when the memories start to fade?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What happens to me then?</span></div>
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Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-54665477255981869692011-02-15T18:53:00.006+02:002012-02-16T23:12:15.235+02:00Make Your Own Magic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iby-Za8_l0M/Tz1wWH4mOUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/WXsOvJuk-pc/s1600/pm9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 361px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iby-Za8_l0M/Tz1wWH4mOUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/WXsOvJuk-pc/s400/pm9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709843427951524162" border="0" /></a>"There are no magical fixes. It is all up to you."Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-83089144429806658192011-02-07T20:50:00.003+02:002011-02-07T21:12:59.490+02:00The Sun Will Carry The Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TVBDoOpu4-I/AAAAAAAAAPs/UhB8r0upDLA/s1600/ewL.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TVBDoOpu4-I/AAAAAAAAAPs/UhB8r0upDLA/s400/ewL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571027097464267746" border="0" /></a>No matter how awful it may look.<br />And how bad it can be.<br />And how scared you feel now.<br />When it's so bad and you can't see it any other way,<br />Find comfort in the unpredictability of life.<br />Surprises will come your way.<br />The wheel of fortune never stops turning.<br />And the sun will find its way to shine through.Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-20197736506403143272011-02-07T20:36:00.003+02:002011-02-07T20:47:52.949+02:00Way of Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TVA-NYKN4jI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yyA5HRl8oDE/s1600/bw16.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 469px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TVA-NYKN4jI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yyA5HRl8oDE/s400/bw16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571021138601828914" border="0" /></a>It all comes down to what you've got & how you use it.Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-75136428853467786572011-02-07T20:26:00.003+02:002011-02-07T20:34:37.303+02:00Ocular Truth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TVA7JqLX3gI/AAAAAAAAAPc/LFwBNEWtY7Y/s1600/bw4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TVA7JqLX3gI/AAAAAAAAAPc/LFwBNEWtY7Y/s400/bw4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571017776184155650" border="0" /></a>And then you get shot in the eye for seeing the truth.<br />The kid is well. The kid is hurt.<br />The day will come when he sees through you.<br />He'll protect himself & the kids like him.<br />He will speak.<br />And you will listen.Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-41300784570999588992011-02-07T19:24:00.005+02:002011-02-07T20:16:48.975+02:00She's Strong, She's Fragile<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TVAtjEl8jYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/n3zLiyDUXJo/s1600/at10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TVAtjEl8jYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/n3zLiyDUXJo/s400/at10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571002819608874370" border="0" /></a>Someone somewhere left her behind.<br />She does not know that.<br />So She does not feel abandoned.<br />She feels lost.<br />If you ask her, She lost her friend along the way.<br />She's secretly waiting.<br />She has been waiting too long.<br />She's standing strong.<br />She's stubborn, she's naive, she's proud.<br />She's reassured... and sometimes not.<br />She's standing strong... and so it seems.<br />Some things are endless. And some things fade away.<br />Some things can endure time and some fall in despair.<br />She's standing.<br />If only someone somewhere comes along & befriend a dusty, maybe broken dear.<br />If only she knew that someone somewhere is thinking of her.Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-77396531773160262552011-02-07T01:53:00.008+02:002011-02-07T21:15:44.352+02:00Memory Game<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TU82UZNp3MI/AAAAAAAAAPM/biuHMSfk0YI/s1600/photo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TU82UZNp3MI/AAAAAAAAAPM/biuHMSfk0YI/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570730988074032322" border="0" /></a><span><span>Reminds me of something, something I've forgotten.<br />Reminds me of someone, someone I've long forgotten.<br />Reminds me of days, long long forgotten.<br />Reminds me of nothing at all... all is forgotten.<br />You can play tricks on your memory if you really want to.<br />And it will work. Eventually. If you really want to.</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span>Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-78085223347658903092010-11-05T23:16:00.010+02:002011-02-06T20:46:45.127+02:00Live It<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TU3VPUA_kbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qLBBIXn7ITI/s1600/butterflies.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TU3VPUA_kbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qLBBIXn7ITI/s400/butterflies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570342773174800818" border="0" /></a>There are forgotten dreams you never thought you would forget.<br />There are unspoken words you never imagined you would hold back.<br />There is sadness in every heart.<br />There are things in this world you never knew existed.<br />There are feelings you never felt before.<br />There is beauty in the mundane.<br />We forget to live.<br />We forget that life is a miracle.Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-62304566772274573022010-11-03T04:39:00.010+02:002010-11-03T05:49:29.915+02:00Here's To The Future<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TNDbrE5w-xI/AAAAAAAAAOY/irrC9Ei7JGk/s1600/madlove.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TNDbrE5w-xI/AAAAAAAAAOY/irrC9Ei7JGk/s400/madlove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535165475135224594" border="0" /></a>The future. It's right there.<br />But we're still not there yet. You know nothing of it.<br />Do not let the future steal your present.<br />You live now. And only now.Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-7231619222639009982010-11-03T04:39:00.008+02:002010-11-03T05:47:25.462+02:00Sweet Surrender<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TNDbMYV2ygI/AAAAAAAAAOI/DDJBe4INhno/s1600/Lovers_____by_the_river_4_by_anjelicek.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TNDbMYV2ygI/AAAAAAAAAOI/DDJBe4INhno/s400/Lovers_____by_the_river_4_by_anjelicek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535164947777374722" border="0" /></a>If what I feel for you is not love, then give it a special name for it's very beautiful.Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-26370943546170918662010-10-31T16:22:00.002+02:002010-11-03T05:40:09.061+02:0017 seconds<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TNC4IyIEi5I/AAAAAAAAANg/AzkZJND4A8k/s1600/halloween-kiss.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TNC4IyIEi5I/AAAAAAAAANg/AzkZJND4A8k/s400/halloween-kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535126403072428946" border="0" /></a>If I forget the day I first kissed you, then I forgot all about you.<br />But remember, today is the day that you kiss me.Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-14299661563240281992010-10-14T21:54:00.006+02:002010-11-03T04:35:34.865+02:00Some Kind Of Miracle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TNC-zaaiZbI/AAAAAAAAANo/jvvvye83_kM/s1600/celebrate.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TNC-zaaiZbI/AAAAAAAAANo/jvvvye83_kM/s400/celebrate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535133732511573426" border="0" /></a>I believe that unicorns exit in a far away sparkly forest.<br />A butterfly will follow you if you're in love.<br />A fairytale could one day be your true reality.<br />Volcanoes are entrances into the fiery underworld.<br />Fireworks are magic from the skies.<br />And a shooting star is a wish sent to the heavens.Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-47760925448042949362010-10-01T19:25:00.006+02:002010-11-03T05:45:36.135+02:00Staring At The Sun<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TNDaq9bzNtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/XdKXL-tfpA0/s1600/fistoflight.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TNDaq9bzNtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/XdKXL-tfpA0/s400/fistoflight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535164373618865874" border="0" /></a>My path led me to a wall.<br />I see the streak of sunshine that no one else sees.<br />It touches my cold skin & I know it's there.<br />I also know that I'll get to the other side.<br />Someday. Somehow.Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801211088155990491.post-50952548257585883282010-10-01T19:20:00.004+02:002010-11-03T05:39:19.937+02:00Scars & Souvenirs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TNDZP6rGdSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fOndU9TXg3E/s1600/scars.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 435px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5aZ4F2obgg/TNDZP6rGdSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fOndU9TXg3E/s400/scars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535162809509639458" border="0" /></a>Stuck inside a glass box. I can see the outside, it's beautiful. it's not my reality. I want to break the glass and reach out. It's gonna hurt my hand. it's gonna hurt.Nermine Amerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025316665137382219noreply@blogger.com0