We all have stories to tell. sad stories, funny stories, critical stories, wise stories...
sometimes the stories we tell are hypotheticaly abwt ourselves.
theaz no certainty of telling which story we tel wil b real. We pick a chapter from the bo0k of our lives n tell a story from that...
here is a dilema...you have a story, bt the entire bo0k you picked it from was sad...
here'z this girl, moving to a yellow street, new address, new life, new love n everythn. her house is pretty yellow with white fencing n blue roofing... black grass n red tiles... she has a smile on her face, bt its nt real...she has a sharp object in her hand n its making her ble3d...
her hair is gray, n her nails are frayd...
her broken eyes tilt tha sun n u only c a mirage of sanity...an oasis of happines in a desert of pain...
her h3art is charred and the sky iz clear...
her story, untold to the world. her pain, unfelt by the earth...
its 1story, with no pretty ending...
cUT, BL33D, DI3, SCREAM...
a blo0dy m3ss, a fucking wr3ck,
*a br0k3n c0rps3*
she'z nt dieng,
she'z nt livin,
she has no beatin heart
bt a broken one...
We are making a mark!!!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
StoRi3s....#
We all have stories to tell. sad stories, funny stories, critical stories, wise stories...
sometimes the stories we tell are hypotheticaly abwt ourselves.
theaz no certainty of telling which story we tel wil b real. We pick a chapter from the bo0k of our lives n tell a story from that...
here is a dilema...you have a story, bt the entire bo0k you picked it from was sad...
here'z this girl, moving to a yellow street, new address, new life, new love n everythn. her house is pretty yellow with white fencing n blue roofing... black grass n red tiles... she has a smile on her face, bt its nt real...she has a sharp object in her hand n its making her ble3d...
her hair is gray, n her nails are frayd...
her broken eyes tilt tha sun n u only c a mirage of sanity...an oasis of happines in a desert of pain...
her h3art is charred and the sky iz clear...
her story, untold to the world. her pain, unfelt by the earth...
its 1story, with no pretty ending...
cUT, BL33D, DI3, SCREAM...
a blo0dy m3ss, a fucking wr3ck,
*a br0k3n c0rps3*
she'z nt dieng,
she'z nt livin,
she has no beatin heart
bt a broken one...
We are making a mark!!!
sometimes the stories we tell are hypotheticaly abwt ourselves.
theaz no certainty of telling which story we tel wil b real. We pick a chapter from the bo0k of our lives n tell a story from that...
here is a dilema...you have a story, bt the entire bo0k you picked it from was sad...
here'z this girl, moving to a yellow street, new address, new life, new love n everythn. her house is pretty yellow with white fencing n blue roofing... black grass n red tiles... she has a smile on her face, bt its nt real...she has a sharp object in her hand n its making her ble3d...
her hair is gray, n her nails are frayd...
her broken eyes tilt tha sun n u only c a mirage of sanity...an oasis of happines in a desert of pain...
her h3art is charred and the sky iz clear...
her story, untold to the world. her pain, unfelt by the earth...
its 1story, with no pretty ending...
cUT, BL33D, DI3, SCREAM...
a blo0dy m3ss, a fucking wr3ck,
*a br0k3n c0rps3*
she'z nt dieng,
she'z nt livin,
she has no beatin heart
bt a broken one...
We are making a mark!!!
Monday, August 16, 2010
Ang3l......#
its bin a few hours of blisS, a few hourz of divine peace....you to0k a l0ng walk, reachn a depth in my chest that seemd almost unfillable.
you opened your eyes, and you lo0kd down the sidez of the valley...the pollution or the lily...staring awt in2 the ocean, make a pick, the dead gne rose o the multicolourd lily on the beach....
so u decide n pick blisS, i decide n promise you the best. cn i truly n fre3ly gyv the best if i luk at me n thynk how kan it b so?
...he walkd dwn the road, dead beatn n broken, he fell into the arms of a rugged girl, cryn by the side of the str3et...she held hym, his eyes shut. she wiped away his tear n he felt the softnes of her heart...he flutterz hys eyes open, n there he s3es...an angel covered in mud, a beauty splashd in sadnes
there she se3z, a hero broken in pieces. a knight callin awt to her, a man, whose infinite worth keepz her mesmerised...
angels walk among us, myn walkd in2 my lyf....
We are making a mark!!!
you opened your eyes, and you lo0kd down the sidez of the valley...the pollution or the lily...staring awt in2 the ocean, make a pick, the dead gne rose o the multicolourd lily on the beach....
so u decide n pick blisS, i decide n promise you the best. cn i truly n fre3ly gyv the best if i luk at me n thynk how kan it b so?
...he walkd dwn the road, dead beatn n broken, he fell into the arms of a rugged girl, cryn by the side of the str3et...she held hym, his eyes shut. she wiped away his tear n he felt the softnes of her heart...he flutterz hys eyes open, n there he s3es...an angel covered in mud, a beauty splashd in sadnes
there she se3z, a hero broken in pieces. a knight callin awt to her, a man, whose infinite worth keepz her mesmerised...
angels walk among us, myn walkd in2 my lyf....
We are making a mark!!!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
yellow....*
I was walking in a dark cold lonely world... I had no direction, no purpose... i made mistakes... I settled for less than i deserved... I let myself down...
He was broken, crying over the past mistakes...paying for sins he never did commit.. crying tears he never should have cried... he was down and out. Broken and depressed, he wanted to give up on life...he was ready to give it all up and just.....DI3....*
I was in a state of despair, my heart was crashed, my faith was almost finished... I didn't want to see another day... i just wanted to end it all. 1shot at life and i blew it. I prayed to be stopped... I prayed for mercy....
He walked into my life broken and in need of a friend... he stayed having found an angel...after seeing that i needed one as well...he knew that i needed him... his hurt dissipated, his mind found peace and rest...he learnt that sometimes the best way to start, is to learn the 4letters all over again....
i put a smile on his face, he put a smile in my heart...
when i totally gave up on love...it found me again...when i was almost on the verge of di3ing, he found me...
GOD knows i needed a miracle...and he gave me many.... so today, i don't want to bl33d my life to despair,
I want to live my life in bliss... I don't want to loose him...rather I want to be a part of his life for-ever....
I lYk chicken pie's.....***
live, LIVE.....happy...smiLe, Cry, laUgh......
We are making a mark!!!
He was broken, crying over the past mistakes...paying for sins he never did commit.. crying tears he never should have cried... he was down and out. Broken and depressed, he wanted to give up on life...he was ready to give it all up and just.....DI3....*
I was in a state of despair, my heart was crashed, my faith was almost finished... I didn't want to see another day... i just wanted to end it all. 1shot at life and i blew it. I prayed to be stopped... I prayed for mercy....
He walked into my life broken and in need of a friend... he stayed having found an angel...after seeing that i needed one as well...he knew that i needed him... his hurt dissipated, his mind found peace and rest...he learnt that sometimes the best way to start, is to learn the 4letters all over again....
i put a smile on his face, he put a smile in my heart...
when i totally gave up on love...it found me again...when i was almost on the verge of di3ing, he found me...
GOD knows i needed a miracle...and he gave me many.... so today, i don't want to bl33d my life to despair,
I want to live my life in bliss... I don't want to loose him...rather I want to be a part of his life for-ever....
I lYk chicken pie's.....***
live, LIVE.....happy...smiLe, Cry, laUgh......
We are making a mark!!!
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