tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72580422070888486902024-03-13T11:36:38.882-07:00shamrockcrazycrazy about everything.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258042207088848690.post-51292740420537284792010-06-30T08:11:00.000-07:002010-06-30T08:11:37.223-07:00<span style="color: #c27ba0;">I'm getting obsessed with collective nouns, of speaking in plural. I'm reeling today with what arose in me yesterday. I was wishing you goodnight, you amused me at first , when you called so late. I was just thinking about you. Did ou read my mind? You left me smiling. You made me feel special. I try to correct myself. Your just affirming the fact that i am special. Who am i kidding ? It pleased me and i hated to admit it and i still do. 6 simple words and i could'nt imagine my world without you. My</span> <span style="color: #990000;"><3</span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"> lies with you. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258042207088848690.post-28706641558987144672009-12-14T03:49:00.000-08:002012-11-15T13:40:28.783-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Pain claws it's way out</div>
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Heart to face</div>
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Pain does not make you ugly</div>
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it only creates an ugly mask for you to hide behind</div>
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Another excuse to be shy</div>
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Another excuse to say your depressed</div>
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"Have heart my dear</div>
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we're bound to be afraid"</div>
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But i'm not she said</div>
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i'm not afraid to be hurt for your sake</div>
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Afterall my feelings are my problems</div>
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you need not concern yourself with them</div>
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But you are what i feel</div>
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and you are making yourself a problem</div>
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not in my eyes, but in your own</div>
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that hurts more than i can say</div>
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The words play in my head</div>
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and bubble close to my lips</div>
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Love is'nt some arrow from cupid</div>
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it's more like a bite from a rabid dog</div>
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Your crazy, everything inside you foams at your lips</div>
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Your afaid of water</div>
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Even if you can't see me right now</div>
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I feel you, closer than before</div>
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I remember, more than you'd like me to</div>
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That is all i could ever hope to do</div>
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In these last moments of madness</div>
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my last memories of you.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258042207088848690.post-88366513443651930972009-09-29T04:40:00.000-07:002009-09-29T04:42:00.028-07:00THE PHOTOGRAPH<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU369WTlDpcYkXQC3Y5ryHYfwn68NqWBvY5HamnNPVaysM7Bz5UV0UiR0sqR_seLP8RZgG0T5HrMgxL5GPGL8hUgSBAOHnn49pDRKaZRFDEOCYjYGBMcDXnib2eDflG_Y014-QtVKJt-t8/s1600-h/b1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU369WTlDpcYkXQC3Y5ryHYfwn68NqWBvY5HamnNPVaysM7Bz5UV0UiR0sqR_seLP8RZgG0T5HrMgxL5GPGL8hUgSBAOHnn49pDRKaZRFDEOCYjYGBMcDXnib2eDflG_Y014-QtVKJt-t8/s320/b1.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">As we learn to believe in miracles again<br />
</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">You gently let go of my hand<br />
</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">You back away into your pain<br />
</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">And i realise i've lost you again<br />
</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">You don't care about the lives you've made a difference to<br />
</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">You lost your sight<br />
</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">I'm just a mirror<br />
</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">A reminder of your past<br />
</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">So you've found a way to forget it all<br />
</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">Sacrifice me because i made you fall<br />
</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">It's happening so fast<br />
</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">You slash and burn<br />
</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">Break the glass<br />
</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">That's all i am to you now<br />
</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">A photograph.<br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258042207088848690.post-14237313676533922292009-08-15T12:32:00.000-07:002009-08-25T11:15:24.439-07:00Idiosyncrasy 1.0<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" > The heart can think of no devotion<br />Greater than being shore to ocean -<br />Holding the curve of one position,<br />Counting an endless repetition.- Robert Frost<br /><br /><br /><br />He smiled at me, i knew at once there was something wrong. The contrast this time time was not in his features by race but by expression. How could those narrow slits of eyes and wide pink mouth bear to be on the same face right now? He was making them do something very cruel...something they did'nt want to. But who could i believe ? The harshness in his eyes or the welcome in his smile...either one could be false right now.<br />I was scared of this- my indecision.<br />Eyes or smile?<br />Eyes or smile?<br />Smile or eyes?<br />Smile or eyes?<br /><br />I am so stupid! I did'nt have to chose, i should've have known . We were bound together and i knew of his nature by now. No matter how i view him, he will always be the architect of my destruction.<br />His charms, his allies. His intellect, a standby.<br />I still remember the first time he changed me. Before love came hate and sometimes before we were bound hate came after love. I realised they were the same.Just different names.....<br /><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258042207088848690.post-25982392151832370022009-08-05T01:05:00.000-07:002009-09-01T11:26:25.120-07:00' Athena always lived between two worlds: what she felt was true and what she had been taught by her faith.'- The witch of portobelloUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258042207088848690.post-71049594654850318312009-07-26T11:32:00.000-07:002009-07-26T11:35:34.957-07:00'O, were I loved as I desire to be!<br />What is there in the great sphere of the earth,<br />Or range of evil between death and birth,<br />That I should fear, - if I were loved by thee!<br />All the inner, all the outer world of pain,<br />Clear love would pierce and cleave, if thou wert mine;<br />As I have heard that somewhere in the main<br />Fresh-water springs come up through bitter brine.<br />'I were joy, not fear, clasped hand in hand with thee,<br />To wait for death - mute - careless of all ills,<br />Apart upon a mountain, though the surge<br />Of some new deluge from a thousand hills<br />Flung leagues of roaring foam into the gorge<br />Below us, as far on as eye could see.'<br /><br /><br />No one says it better than Tennyson......Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258042207088848690.post-73439412349638902052009-06-25T07:46:00.000-07:002012-11-15T13:46:25.219-08:00I GUESS SO<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's been 10 days since i last spoke to you.I've gone past missing you.<br />
I'm wondering how long can i keep this up. Considering in the past there have been times we did'nt speak for a month or more.<br />
Except that time i really did'nt want to speak to you, this time i have nothing to say.<br />
I suspect i would bore you with my materialistic conversation,never really talking about feeling or feelings.<br />
Are you angry with me right now? I bet you are.<br />
"why is your phone switched off ? Are you avoiding me?"<br />
"my sim is broken..."<br />
"Oh god! who broke it? DON'T LIE?!"<br />
I never got a chance to explain and i was happy because i did'nt want to.Do you honestly think i would reject you that easily, we've been through far too much for me or you to give up. Or does that make it easier?<br />
You have no idea , how my subconscious plagues me with memories of you, every minute it keeps playing , rewinds and replays everything.Each time i notice something new.<br />
If you read this right now i wonder if you'd be amused by my obsessive analysis of our time apart.<br />
This time our cold shoulders not really meant , just a little protection i guess.<br />
And protection never really hurt.<br />
I could hardly care , i guess about everything else.It's all really blurry I can't really remember stuff that well and i slink farther and farther away from reality .<br />
I wait and jump onto the slightest hint of escape. I guess i should say i miss you and this is killing me, not talking to you. But i can't, i can't bring myself to do it.<br />
I need you to be there but be silent .<br />
Speak to me with your eyes, your hands,your lips should not quiver and ruin this.<br />
For this is what i truly miss, unadulterated, heavy, silence.<br />
Where there is no reaction, no action.Where all forces cancel.<br />
Where i can watch from far away as everything crumbles.<br />
Far too dramatic ? I guess so.<br />
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p.s-1313131311313131................<br />
for evrything i could'nt say, for evrytime i choked when it meant the most, i know you never come here,I'm sorry at least I GUESS SO.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258042207088848690.post-25821402153763187502009-05-25T03:22:00.000-07:002009-07-01T11:17:07.017-07:00The chimes make no sense<br />Paper swirls and no one notices the ballerina inside<br />"you make walking in converse look like ballet"<br />Why don't your compliments make me shy?<br />no one ever noticed me like you<br />Buses caught and people flee like they know i'm not safe<br />dust rises higher than i've ever seen<br />Cover me just let me be, let mothers sheild their children's eyes<br />lower your head if you want to swear<br />no one catches you that way<br />Is it safe to look up?<br />i'm paranoid and i know it<br />can i help it you took my sanity and left<br />I should curse you for it<br />call down every blasphemy<br />I should hate you<br />but i don't.........why?<br />Am i supposed to overcome this?<br />i don't get it?<br />Do you feel the same way?<br />Is this turmoil mandatory before satisfaction? will i be more satisfied?<br />do i need it?<br />Self destruction feels more romantic than all the dried roses i kept<br />this ranting seems to go nowhere<br />In circles around my own head<br />I realise what i'm missing.....you<br />there's no one to shout at, no one to blame<br />no one to make up with ......<br />I can't believe it.<br />the very words that made me drive you away seem so much clearer.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258042207088848690.post-23365908075598257412009-04-17T07:31:00.000-07:002012-11-15T13:44:21.975-08:00JUST AFTER A HUG<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<blue><br /><br /><br /><br />I let the tune play till there and then answer.<br />"Hey , _ _ _ _ _"<br />The moment I say your name the lights go off.<br />"Your a really bad omen!"<br />"What?! Why?"<br />"Because the lights went off I don't have an inverter and I hate candles, so overall ,I'm a little pissed."<br />"Don't take it out on me"<br />"Why not?You my beloved _ _ _ _ _ are the sole reason I have been plunged into complete darkness!"<br />"Uhuh...you are so melodramatic"<br />"Why did you call me ? coz if you called just to call me names I'll hang up!"<br />"I can think of tons of things to do in the dark!"<br />"Like what?"<br />"Reading a book , listening to crickets , staring at stars........"<br />"Wait a minute , how am i supposed to read a book in the dark ?"<br />"My 18 th century lover, you get ibooks now where books can be stored on an ipod , i swear it's embarassing."<br />"Oh shut up! I don't think I'd fancy reading from a miniscule screen and go blind"<br />"That would be terrific!"<br />"Huh! are you crazy? you think it'd be funny to see me bumping into things all the time ."<br />"No. I just think it would be nice to have an excuse to hold your hand all time.Plus with all the the shades you could wear we'd look so hot together."<br />"I wish i could hold your hand right now......"<br />"You are."<br />"Earth to _ _ _ _ _ I'm holding the phone , you are not my phone , or at least i don't think you are"<br />"Since when was your name ' Earth' , I just don't get it. And we are I suppose holding our phones so we are are kinda connected so we are kinda holding hands ."<br />"I like the way you think ."<br />"Me too"<br />"You know there are other things people do in the dark"<br />"Oh really...so we've progressed from me being alone to someone with me?"<br />"I'm hoping that somebody's me"<br />"You bet it's you, who else would i whisper and giggle with who else would i snuggle and cuddle with? if it is'nt you , it's not the same."<br />"I wish i could scribble my favourite phrase in the sky. Join the stars like dots and make little hearts"<br />"Is that all you think of?Love?"<br />"I don't care if you think that's stupid.I just do"<br />"I don't think it's stupid. Love is the only thing worth thinking of"<br />"I'm glad you echo my sentiments"<br />"So where are you my little mushy-cushy?"<br />"I love the name . I'm 3 doors away from you"<br />"What ?"<br />I run to the front door to find my tech-savvy, mushy-cushy, starry-eyed lover.<br />He takes my hand in his.<br />"Happy?"<br />"Incredibly. You drove all the way here just to hold my hands."<br />"Actually i was hoping it could be a little game of joining the dots"<br />how do you know when i need you?<br />I pull you into a tight embrace, liking the feel of you and me.<br />This is incomparable ecstasy . I can't believe this is how I feel just after a hug.</blue></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258042207088848690.post-86307069589720730122009-04-10T10:17:00.001-07:002009-04-19T07:35:54.645-07:003 MINUTES EXTENDED"If you love me why don't you let me know?"<br />Chris i want to yell why can't you just stop asking all these questions<br />I satisfy myself momentarily in the swiftness of the breeze<br />hoping whatever i'm looking for will come easily<br />i don't smile this time i know the answer<br />again i distract myself from u<br />this time im surrounded by people who don't know me<br />is it worth it? to pretend im one of them<br />to pretend i have no idea you exist and try to be happy<br />i suppose the difference shows<br />it's not that easy to unlove someone<br />especially if that someone is you<br />i don't know why im trying so hard<br />but something tells me it's what i should do<br />if im right about this why do i need to convince myself?<br />"if you love me why don't you let me go?"<br />it's irony that someone's 3 minute song<br />makes me believe what im doing is right<br />but if i let myself think this is the answer<br />should i take into consideration the small percent that says we could try to be happy<br />am i too in to my own head?<br />i don't know .....but how can i be when all i think about is you?<br />my problem is'nt self-obsession.....im obsessed with you<br />who you are, who you think you are, why do you think that way?<br />why do i think this way?<br />this is so complicated! why can't i believe we're not meant to be<br />i realize i've come to think of you as a little lab monkey<br />i snap my fingers and you do a somersault<br />i could'nt ever really love you enough as a partner<br />an equal someone i'd share my calculations with<br />your like an insanely boring telly show<br />one im addicted to becoz i can't figure you out<br />the kinds where you wouldnt give a shit what happened if you were in your right senses<br />but that's precisely the problem im not in my right senses<br />this is where the confusion comes in<br />do you know the question im about to ask?<br />i bet you do .<br />chris could'nt help me so i turn to amy<br />"love is a losing game"<br />are you supposed to lose? is that what it's about?<br />give something up for somebody and be happy in this selfless glory<br />again im thinking too deep<br />this is where my fight always ends<br />i give up trying to give you up<br />i wish i could turn off my brain<br />just like the lights i hate<br />into the darkness of my room it dissipates<br />just like the meaning of love<br />or at least loving you<br />i know niether head nor tail.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258042207088848690.post-45121550316704617602009-04-02T12:22:00.000-07:002009-04-10T10:07:25.430-07:00JUST KIDDING<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">In love there is always one who kisses</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">and one who offers their cheek........</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Can you beleve this?!"</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> [you practically shouted in my ears]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"what?"</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">[i asked in complete bewilderment]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"The world is coming to an end in 3 years, Obama is president, Greendays new album is out, IPL is no longer in india and i think i love you"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Are you serious?"</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">[I don't know how i understood what you said or thought you serious]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Nah.....I'm kidding" <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">[You say it so nonchalantly like i'm supposed to forget the last thing you said]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Your always kidding about everything!"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">[I know i sound more upset than i should be i turn away from you. i'm embarassed for letting something so stupid hurt me your sly grin slips you look amused]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"hey.....listen"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">[I try to get out of the room quickly to hide my face and forget all this ever happened but your hands wrap around my waist and pull me close to you, I don't protest]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"What?? I have work to do!"<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">[I mentally slap myself for sounding rude , but then again you deserve it]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">" I DO LOVE YOU!"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Are you serious?"<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">[ i love mocking you]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I get my answer in the collision of our lips and hips reducing us to a heap of giggling lovesick goo.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"I love you too"</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258042207088848690.post-5934440733358551942009-03-22T09:30:00.000-07:002009-04-10T10:09:06.956-07:00SWIRL<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIsAiOvTzfIHRro508SKZotivuCvaJZseBEES-ac5heiCjYhfbnlfzh2A5WFIxB_0H2I1LkGLPVLJgxNd7W5xvKphQZO_K4_G7k4BKMtfl1M3t8kqttZ3WtEOMtMFHJworZVYwaF8uAQnF/s1600-h/h1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316059335068938226" style="width: 80px; height: 143px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIsAiOvTzfIHRro508SKZotivuCvaJZseBEES-ac5heiCjYhfbnlfzh2A5WFIxB_0H2I1LkGLPVLJgxNd7W5xvKphQZO_K4_G7k4BKMtfl1M3t8kqttZ3WtEOMtMFHJworZVYwaF8uAQnF/s400/h1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p>As i look up everywhere</p><p>the branched ceiling filters with care </p><p>changes everything in sight</p><p>for a moment i lose myself in the light </p><p>watch swirls as they collide</p><p>they're but a simple phenomenon</p><p>an understatement of the storm inside </p><p>as the light slowly subsides and darkness presides</p><p>i marvel as i realise the beauty they both create in this transition of space and time</p><p>i know them both well enough</p><p>they're part of me eveyday it's the same old game </p><p>who'll win over the slave </p><p>i lose myself again in the swirls of dark and light</p><p>as each hurricane collides</p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258042207088848690.post-64729521035354837122009-03-21T12:50:00.000-07:002009-04-10T10:15:15.258-07:00LOVE AND HATE<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGazRw8hm0tUTq3-nUZZll5gswCObQUYM48bB-WkYDKu2moQTHp71id-5aZowYgoCUI1CqbC8W9hr-PDI7n4D9nxMPfYN-SYHsqyUkF6H-0w2keqOjejTdZ3wEYsumdTKDAGBXGLhPg1jr/s1600-h/e6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315743832087779346" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 302px; height: 202px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGazRw8hm0tUTq3-nUZZll5gswCObQUYM48bB-WkYDKu2moQTHp71id-5aZowYgoCUI1CqbC8W9hr-PDI7n4D9nxMPfYN-SYHsqyUkF6H-0w2keqOjejTdZ3wEYsumdTKDAGBXGLhPg1jr/s400/e6.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGazRw8hm0tUTq3-nUZZll5gswCObQUYM48bB-WkYDKu2moQTHp71id-5aZowYgoCUI1CqbC8W9hr-PDI7n4D9nxMPfYN-SYHsqyUkF6H-0w2keqOjejTdZ3wEYsumdTKDAGBXGLhPg1jr/s1600-h/e6.jpg"></a><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGazRw8hm0tUTq3-nUZZll5gswCObQUYM48bB-WkYDKu2moQTHp71id-5aZowYgoCUI1CqbC8W9hr-PDI7n4D9nxMPfYN-SYHsqyUkF6H-0w2keqOjejTdZ3wEYsumdTKDAGBXGLhPg1jr/s1600-h/e6.jpg"></a></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGazRw8hm0tUTq3-nUZZll5gswCObQUYM48bB-WkYDKu2moQTHp71id-5aZowYgoCUI1CqbC8W9hr-PDI7n4D9nxMPfYN-SYHsqyUkF6H-0w2keqOjejTdZ3wEYsumdTKDAGBXGLhPg1jr/s1600-h/e6.jpg"></a></p><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3f8B1XptDfTo7Vel_8dD1HcJMVRfhnzCmaM62KYSuAy_-NGbdSr2MqoP76TS4EPDuPmhxPVhjkPXEbWVIMrUucH59_mJKNTj5XJAvwBg3d62VgJt4acBnCC_jbHti7N_emf2eRYF9I7l3/s1600-h/e7.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGazRw8hm0tUTq3-nUZZll5gswCObQUYM48bB-WkYDKu2moQTHp71id-5aZowYgoCUI1CqbC8W9hr-PDI7n4D9nxMPfYN-SYHsqyUkF6H-0w2keqOjejTdZ3wEYsumdTKDAGBXGLhPg1jr/s1600-h/e6.jpg"></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><purple>Im getting really tired of listening to you breathing</purple></p><p><purple> theres a lot i want to say theres not much to my feelings<br /></purple></p><p><purple>i look at the sky and i am reminded of you</purple></p><p><purple> every storm comes from this blue clarity</purple></p><p><purple> the tears fall freely i disguise them as rain</purple></p><p><purple> as my hands start trembling with hate i wonder if this is it?</purple></p><p><purple> when i break down and confess</purple></p><p><purple> but the silence still persists i quieten myself to it's likeness<br /></purple></p><p><purple>ignore every meaning of this abscence<br /></purple></p><p><purple> thinking maybe another million seconds will lead somewhere</purple></p><p><purple> i exhale a murmur of all the whispers<br /></purple></p><p><purple> a quiet repetition i don't want to remember</purple></p><p><purple> the wind brushes across my lips taunting me for sealing them</purple></p><p><purple> for my own sake i crawl back into bed but i don't touch you nor do i want to<br /></purple></p><p><purple>your eyelids flutter i know they're weary of sleeping next to me</purple></p><p><purple> the old fear comes back again of aother blue pair leaving with tears</purple></p><p><purple>this time i ignore my conscience no longer</purple></p><p><purple>i reach out my gentle touch awakens you</purple></p><p><purple>i'm lost this is'nt what i expected</purple></p><p><purple>"what's the matter?"</purple></p><p><purple>"i could'nt sleep"</purple></p><p><purple>you pull me closer your warmth comforts me</purple></p><p><purple>we stay this way for a while</purple></p><p><purple>"feeling better?"</purple></p><p><purple>"yeah"</purple></p><p><purple>the sky somehow likes muddy brown as you look into my own you don't frown</purple></p><p><purple>all you say is "i know"</purple></p><p><purple>your not lying i can tell you amaze me everytime i'm overwhelmed</purple></p><p><purple>you could never hate me</purple></p><p><purple>butterfly kisses is what you leave me with</purple></p><p><purple>a simple trance and there's no waking</purple></p><p><purple>we fall into our dreams again</purple> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258042207088848690.post-3182727794251812862009-03-21T12:03:00.000-07:002009-03-21T12:47:07.792-07:00CRUMPLE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_yrNms6kEnWUJcsIaoxyCimGF4YDXKESvEFswOT8WkuWvia8WFpvuMdE3QU1PoYzicmrOMxzraNxw0OAXfpjAWQRrbpeN5_BJBGgBA5Wd7QVeMrc5N6vJRL04u-DtH54dbTmssGRUKEVs/s1600-h/e3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315726016909583378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_yrNms6kEnWUJcsIaoxyCimGF4YDXKESvEFswOT8WkuWvia8WFpvuMdE3QU1PoYzicmrOMxzraNxw0OAXfpjAWQRrbpeN5_BJBGgBA5Wd7QVeMrc5N6vJRL04u-DtH54dbTmssGRUKEVs/s320/e3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p>I watch the clouds change</p><br /><p>As i crumple another paper</p><br /><p>It begins to rain</p><br /><p>In my head I hear thunder</p><br /><p>Is it the same?</p><br /><p>The resemblance makes me think so</p><br /><p>My wary hand knocks the bottle</p><br /><p>My hair now covered in ink</p><br /><p>The claps get louder</p><br /><p>Illuminated by light</p><br /><p>I wonder is it the same?</p><br /><p>My imagination picks up</p><br /><p>The dustbins an overflowing well</p><br /><p>All those papers were filled with tear-stained pain</p><br /><p>We both cry</p><br /><p>That is where are likeness ends</p><br /><p>As you transcend ino calm</p><br /><p>I wait for yet another storm to wake</p><br /><p>Another cloud crumples away</p><br /><p>my soul with it taken </p><br /><p>I watch it is my fate.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258042207088848690.post-13053138295253069312008-03-13T23:15:00.000-07:002008-03-13T23:23:43.407-07:00comfort sucksI'm at a loss<br />i cant tell you anything<br />i dont feel anything<br />you want me to share your pain<br />how can i when you dont want to explain<br />you dont seem to understand<br />im just human<br />there's only so much i can stand<br />im not the saviour you make me out to be<br />i gave you everything<br />my love,pain and fears<br />all the secrets and tears<br />you'd always understand<br />coz i explained it allbefore hand<br />you want me to show what you never tried<br />it's all in your mind<br />you cant live alone forever<br />lean on me today<br />let me help you along the wayUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258042207088848690.post-5852288905492615212008-03-09T23:39:00.000-07:002008-03-11T00:24:38.244-07:00the corpse<div>I am the corpse</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUX_wTARNm8r6ZiHi3rfalk9EeMtJEB_w3ESLrb7RQg1Fb5luzIkrILVIPj9K7sKmgcsN45ssRclhTPSVjQ1relMJ5UK4lHi88TKdvBxbtZD8YC1wlB9q7gHqSFX2T_d0o2Y1TreF-S39h/s1600-h/AJF32IMCAP5MSXXCA5MZI2WCANQNQ6HCAE31MMPCA0XWOWPCAXD172SCAFOO2F3CAL8T1O7CAYU7TAPCAUK8O4FCAPJZ9OSCAWMBT0HCAHH3PBYCADIWKFOCAD1OLYXCAXAUDLQCAYEX17BCA66I5GZ.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176380937761451682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="188" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUX_wTARNm8r6ZiHi3rfalk9EeMtJEB_w3ESLrb7RQg1Fb5luzIkrILVIPj9K7sKmgcsN45ssRclhTPSVjQ1relMJ5UK4lHi88TKdvBxbtZD8YC1wlB9q7gHqSFX2T_d0o2Y1TreF-S39h/s320/AJF32IMCAP5MSXXCA5MZI2WCANQNQ6HCAE31MMPCA0XWOWPCAXD172SCAFOO2F3CAL8T1O7CAYU7TAPCAUK8O4FCAPJZ9OSCAWMBT0HCAHH3PBYCADIWKFOCAD1OLYXCAXAUDLQCAYEX17BCA66I5GZ.jpg" width="150" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>with nothing inside</div><br /><br /><br /><div>is this a feeling or is it a lie?</div><br /><br /><br /><div>no one will answer or explain</div><br /><br /><br /><div>the reasons for the pain </div><br /><br /><br /><div>like everything it comes and goes</div><br /><br /><br /><div>does it leave an imprint upon my soul?</div><br /><br /><br /><div>i cant keep it in my heart forever</div><br /><br /><br /><div>it'll escape in some form or another</div><br /><br /><br /><div>the one i need is not here</div><br /><br /><br /><div>even when approached her answer is unclear</div><br /><br /><br /><div>does she really understand?or is she another spectator in the stands?</div><br /><br /><br /><div>i know the answer i cant lie </div><br /><br /><br /><div>i am afraid of what it implies</div><br /><br /><br /><div>there are 2 options equally hard </div><br /><br /><br /><div>to remain a corpse and surrender my heart </div><br /><br /><br /><div>the other isnt funny at all </div><br /><br /><br /><div>it is to remain invisible and oblivious to all</div><br /><br /><br /><div>to live in my own world</div><br /><br /><br /><div>but the question still stands</div><br /><br /><br /><div>which one should i take?</div><br /><br /><br /><div>to lose my soul or believe in fate</div><br /><br /><br /><div>till the choice is made i'll be here in the middle</div><br /><br /><br /><div>the corpse with nothing inside.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2