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Sunday, 6 September 2009

I am only one,

But still I am one.
I cannot do everything,
But still I can do something.
And because I cannot do everything
I will not refuse to do
The something that I can do.

And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count.
It's the life in your years.
Deliver me from writers who say the way they live doesn't matter.
I'm not sure a bad person can write a good book.
If art doesn't make us better, then what on earth is it for.
I love my past.
I love my present.
I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and
I'm not sad because I have it no longer.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead.
When Death claims the light of my brow,
No flowers of life will cheer me: instead
You may give me my roses now

You need someone loyal!

People have let you down since forever and you

have always been left by yourself.

Your life spark is now barely flickering and there is a

big feeling of emptiness and hopelessness.

You don't know what to do anymore in your

life and everything has a sense of

meaningless to it.

Though you're not only sad,

you also carry hate and many grudges on people.

You have a hard time letting people in,

but with your history you don't even

desire that so much anymore.

As if you were born into a world of tears,

you look at the darker things in life.

Drawn to things like the occult and mysteries,

you spend your time daydreaming.

You are lonely on the inside.

You feel you have no one.

You are quiet on the outside

but crying on the inside.

Thursday, 3 September 2009

I WAS MORE DAN AMAZED 2 KNO DAT THY DWELL IN HERE......

I NARROWED DOWN DA CURVE IN2 DA LOOP!

DA WATER DOES DA SPEEDING!!!!!! MY LAST TRIP ...

I REMEMBER WELL.... ATISA MONASTERY N VILLAGE....

I HAD HEARD IT 4 DA 1ST TYM N BEEN THR 2 GET NAUSATED WID DA HIGH ALTITUDE!

m a born child of yesterday!!!!!!!!

dats y wat 2day has 2 offer meh, i can;t just take 2 da interest of my living...

wen dis very 2day becomes yeasterday's 2moro,

i cherish it 2 da core dat 2day feels short @ living!!!!!!!!

living in da present is sth i had n have 2 learn a lot abt...

often i rest in da konfusion of wat'z next???????

bt deep within i kno dat m anticipatin every 2moro as my gud day!!!!!!!!!!!!!

finger's olwez crossed 4 dat optiomismtic emo!!!!!!!!!!!!

well, less dan far,

grasses r not green on da other side of da fence!!!!!!!!!

i take dis wid da humility of my own good self 2 get it alarmed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

but hope neva dies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, 2 September 2009

meh in ma empty words!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i m a soul residing in da body of someone called meh!!!!!!

live under the skin of borne love and arosed anger...

m a baby crawled under the skin of flesh...

m a drop contained in the pool of the universe...

m nothing but a soul migrating from one body 2 another..

m but a worthless being of substance...

i cry wen i m not supposed 2...

i smile wen i m weary of haplessness...

n i laugh a hearty when i feel i wil b good at dat point of time...

eyebrows ll surely raise...

but i kno m deep drown in da pool of their eyes....

such is a tale i tale 2 many of da few....

i m but myself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BACK AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!

The sea has no songs;
the wind does not remember you;
the moon does not understand anything.

you fear and your aversion too
are perfectly fine.
if you cry or you don't, doesn't matter.
just leave it-we are at home already.

white smokes in the fields.
In the bundled wreckageglow and clamour united.
Our sacrifice has lured fearout of its ambush.
Everything resounds
like the space inside the swinging bell.!