She'z sitting by the phone wondering why its nt ringing. she prayd 4 hym to walk in2 ha lyf bt he choose to observe. she settled 4less n payd 2hye a cost for hys love n affection...
she cried 4 hys love bt he took away her innocence...
she waz so young. she waz so naive...she had no clue, l.o.ve neva hurt. it didnt tear away her innocence...
she bled 4sanity to return, bt instead it broke her down. she kudnt c the sun, just imagyn tha rays in he desol8 despar8 mynd...
how kud u claim to love haf a person. how cn u say u lyk a rotting *broken c0rps3*?...
she staind the broken window with her blood, she colourd the floor with ha broken clear tearz...
im lo0kn awta tha window n am axn 2b set fre3 from the pain...al i c iz a broken me staryng bak at me....
*CUT CUT CUT, BLEED. CUT, DEEP GASH, M0RE BLO0D....
BRok3n c0rpS3....*
We are making a mark!!!
Sunday, August 22, 2010
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!!!
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!!!
Sunday, June 6, 2010
....Happine$$....*
so we take the risk and say "what the hell!!!" let me fall in love again....you wait patiently for the right guy and he never shows...so u jus decide, let me settle for the next best thing. he isn't a prince in shining armour, but atleast he drives a car!! he may not have all the gold in the world, but he can afford to wear one chain which he took a loan to get!! he may not wear shoes worth 10000 bur atleast, HE WEARS sHoeS!!!*
so this is they guy u decide to give a try....you put your head down and decide to make him work...you pamper him, treat him like a king and meanwhile he sees you almost as a slave...but hey, you think to yourself, i deserve thiS!!!! so you keep at it...he starts to get cocky and ventures out to the world....looks at other girls more seductively while you observe...at first, you pay no mind, but then it moves on to: strange calls at 11, more time spent away from you...rude stares and more abuse...what do you do??? you bare it all...u take the shit he gives you and decide thats what your worth....after all, no other man will take a second look at you...!!!
but this is what is happening to you.....your dying with every step he takes away from you...your screaming in pain from the blood he's draining from you...am bleeding more and more every day....the blood that cannot be put back into me, filthy blood...degraded blood....!!!
so you decide to talk to him...tell him whats really bugging you...all he does is shut you out...scream at your face, slam the door and walk right out of your heart into her car.....
HAPPINESS CAN DESTROY YOU......*The Fray*
bleeed.....blood...cut,cut, cut,
CUT,CUT,CUT,CUT!!!!!!
DEAD.....
We are making a mark!!!
so this is they guy u decide to give a try....you put your head down and decide to make him work...you pamper him, treat him like a king and meanwhile he sees you almost as a slave...but hey, you think to yourself, i deserve thiS!!!! so you keep at it...he starts to get cocky and ventures out to the world....looks at other girls more seductively while you observe...at first, you pay no mind, but then it moves on to: strange calls at 11, more time spent away from you...rude stares and more abuse...what do you do??? you bare it all...u take the shit he gives you and decide thats what your worth....after all, no other man will take a second look at you...!!!
but this is what is happening to you.....your dying with every step he takes away from you...your screaming in pain from the blood he's draining from you...am bleeding more and more every day....the blood that cannot be put back into me, filthy blood...degraded blood....!!!
so you decide to talk to him...tell him whats really bugging you...all he does is shut you out...scream at your face, slam the door and walk right out of your heart into her car.....
HAPPINESS CAN DESTROY YOU......*The Fray*
bleeed.....blood...cut,cut, cut,
CUT,CUT,CUT,CUT!!!!!!
We are making a mark!!!
Monday, May 10, 2010
....HaT3rs.....
silently she looks on...gazing past the myriad of broken stars...she looks patiently beseeching her heart to start pumping from the deadness inside...
It doesn't move, it stagnates...it resonates a resounding pale thump; unheard by the naked ear but to the trained listener, it is a crackle of life...
She silently pictures her grave, her tombstone etched with the words that ''characterize'' her life...she prays and cries to the heavens for an ounce of sanity, she screams for love that will hold her...she needs a cleansing, an awakening from her dead stupor, but no-one comes forth. no one gives a hand, a listening ear or even a hope...
all the embers in her soul have burnt out because they couldn't withstand the fire...everyone who meets her, leaves a piece of her lying on the ground bleeding....not only her pieces, but her...she cannot handle the hate, the despair, the judgement....
Oh! how harshly they judge her, by standards they themselves fail to meet. they judge with ideals that cannot even fit a world setup...her actions are not for attention...you don't even know her life...you are just passer-by's...you were never there to see all the things she has...all you can do is judge a book by its cover...you look at me, but don't see me...you think am just a fake-ster....
you are mistaken...that girl staring at a broken sky is me...that girl knows how to break insignificant pieces of a puzzle because thats what she is...but how does she put them back together?? am not a "wanna be"....i am real....
maybe at times am not the one talking, maybe its the bipolar in me....but who cares? not you, or you or you!! you are just judges of a case you never read the evidence...you are all haters of something you WILL NEVER understand....
Crimson Red Yellow.......i cant.....so all do what i know best, B-L-3-3-D..........
the girl gazing past the moon couldn't sit through the pain no more...she reached down beside her, picked the kitchen knife...put it against her jugular vein, and made the surgical incision....
Blood drips feverently, down her neck onto the grass where she sat...the knife in her hand hit the soaked grass...the rain pelted her face and stung her neck...she couldn't let tears mix with the blood...and as i write this, i wipe away the blood...
We are making a mark!!!
It doesn't move, it stagnates...it resonates a resounding pale thump; unheard by the naked ear but to the trained listener, it is a crackle of life...
She silently pictures her grave, her tombstone etched with the words that ''characterize'' her life...she prays and cries to the heavens for an ounce of sanity, she screams for love that will hold her...she needs a cleansing, an awakening from her dead stupor, but no-one comes forth. no one gives a hand, a listening ear or even a hope...
all the embers in her soul have burnt out because they couldn't withstand the fire...everyone who meets her, leaves a piece of her lying on the ground bleeding....not only her pieces, but her...she cannot handle the hate, the despair, the judgement....
Oh! how harshly they judge her, by standards they themselves fail to meet. they judge with ideals that cannot even fit a world setup...her actions are not for attention...you don't even know her life...you are just passer-by's...you were never there to see all the things she has...all you can do is judge a book by its cover...you look at me, but don't see me...you think am just a fake-ster....
you are mistaken...that girl staring at a broken sky is me...that girl knows how to break insignificant pieces of a puzzle because thats what she is...but how does she put them back together?? am not a "wanna be"....i am real....
maybe at times am not the one talking, maybe its the bipolar in me....but who cares? not you, or you or you!! you are just judges of a case you never read the evidence...you are all haters of something you WILL NEVER understand....
Crimson Red Yellow.......i cant.....so all do what i know best, B-L-3-3-D..........
the girl gazing past the moon couldn't sit through the pain no more...she reached down beside her, picked the kitchen knife...put it against her jugular vein, and made the surgical incision....
Blood drips feverently, down her neck onto the grass where she sat...the knife in her hand hit the soaked grass...the rain pelted her face and stung her neck...she couldn't let tears mix with the blood...and as i write this, i wipe away the blood...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)