I am Isolated.....

It's 4 a.m.
And I'm outside
Thinking of all the unwise things I’ve done
If I could take them back
You know I would
You know I would change everything
Even me
Even this emotions inside me
That I have for you

But the upside is that I’m cold
I’ll just ram you away
I’ll try and disregard you
But there are always obstacles to everything

What the fuck is wrong with me?
Why do I see this as a curse and not a blessing?
Is it because I don't want to push you away
I don't want to forget you
and that I care?
Is it because I'm so tired of being isolated?
But I know I always will....

Who Is He?

Who Is He

Torn to pieces, can't see straight
Nothing to do but sit and wait
Just needs a place to be on his own
He’s not allowed to be alone
Nowhere to collect his mind and soul
He’s in one piece but can't feel whole
Everyone asks him what is wrong
Despite his efforts to remain strong
Bleeds to know he’s still alive
A boy is struggling to survive
Holding on because suicide's a sin
He tries and tries but just can't win
Music gets him through the days
Worlds shut off when songs begin to play
It hurts to know he has a past
He slowly lapsing into black
Everything still sounds the same
Fucking world gift-wrapped in pain
How do you fix a "broken" heart
When it was broken from the start?
Expelling evil left and right
Never knows who's winning the fight
Picks himself up and wipes his tears
Mends his wounds and drowns his fears
Invisible soldier, weak with love
Prays for help from someone up above
Trying to find a painless way

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A depressing, heavy, sick, rejected, dying, bruised, and battered feeling. The heart of a young girl bursting with the weight of the cruel world around her. The world that she turned to for comfort when she needed it. No one would help her or listen to her. Her heart and soul was falling apart bit by bit and I had not done anything to help.
She felt alone, although there were people all around her. She felt as if there was no one to talk, that she had no true friends. She talked to God, the only one who seemed to understand and take the time to listen to her. More often than not, her emotions were bundled up inside. After all the sadness, she still had a glimmer of hope for her life. It has to get better, she would tell herself. She looked at me when all seemed lost and I could always see a glimmer of hope, but as I looked harder, it began to fade quickly, rapidly as if I were the only hope she had and I abandoned her. But that’s not the way it was. I tried to help her. I tried to reach out to her, but she refused. We had problems.
She knew she was young and that she didn’t know much about the world. Then again, she felt as if she have seen everything and knew the world could be cruel and heartless. We didn’t help any to make her change her mind. I know she heard us in the halls rambling on about her and how everything about her was wrong. Yes, I admit I did that, but that was before I got to know her. We gave but took so much away. In her eyes, this the beginning of the end.

Bitterness

Born In Lust, Gone In Dust.

FUCK YOU BITCH

TO PINK,
It never came to be like the perfect thing for you and me, unlike what I thought. if it was the perfect thing for u and me, u wud never have left me like this, by just stating that u never had any feelings of love towards me, ah damn :@ ! its so fuckin ironic after what I ‘ve pictured u to be. Remember our feelings were so mutual those days. But…. Fu*ck ….what did happen to that perfect romance… we created..? did it vanish into fuckin thin air ? yes yes…. Oh yes why do u deny it…? WHY? Bitch… Why do u now say tht it was not real love.. ur fuckin lies … hell.. it is indeed funny that a moment can change ur life, like how u fuckin changed ur life and broke ma heart… and its more nonsensical that u don’t want to face… what is wrong or right…? I have lost ma fucking faith that true love exist (FUCK LOVE YA)… well, u have fuckin undeniably proven to me that love wasn’t meant to be between us… u act like as if u barely knw me !!! Fuck u bitch… u never take ur damn mobile wen I call or u… give those damn bullshit excuses… WHY WHY da Fu*k u did that ??? to me… what was the fuckin reason… for u to create intentionally a deceptive love towards me?? NOW u say that u have found a “serious” love… FUCK FUCK….Which u will never doubt…. Wat da HELL was HIS magic :@.... ??? WHAT was my fucking crime…? Aaah aaah again ur ridiculous bullshit excuses “I never had any feelings for u…. I don’t actually love U GREEEN u are… SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH YOU CRAZY WHORE… :@
At the start u said that we were meant to be in each others arms.. now u fucking telling me that u never love me … hell….hell hell fuckin hell :@.... Get lost with Your So called TRUE LOVE....

ROT IN PEACE - GREEN MAN

Dont Go......

Where is my Love Where is my hope Where is my only Reason To Live

Hello Again

I'm right beside you
Yet I'm far away
I'm speechless around you
Yet there's so much to say
I'm in love with you
Yet I hate your guts
I'm totally sane
Yet I'm going nuts
I'm so fat
Yet I don't eat at all
I'm perfectly balanced
Yet I'm about to fall
I'm sure were meant for eachother
Yet you're wrong for me
I'm no longer in a cage
Yet I'm still not free
I'm so alive
Yet I feel so dead
I'm deaf to your harsh words
Yet I heard what you said
I'm perfectly happy
Yet I shed a tear
I'm a born leader
Yet I'm always in the rear
I'm brutally honest
Yet I speak only lies
I'm being myself
Yet I'm in a disguise
I'm dead silent
Yet I'm obnoxiously loud
I'm all alone
Yet I'm in a large crowd
I'm wide awake
Yet I'm dreaming of you
I'm not gonna beg to have you back
Yet there's nothing I wouldn't do

Source : Jack Rippers Blog

She...

I have flown through sky’s wide and blue
I have witnessed the sunsets cooling view
I have seen the sun light up all the shades of green
but your the closest thing to an angel, that I have seen

I have watched the water blow its waves
I have seen a rainbow form, when the clouds had blown away
I have walked through miles of flowers, but you catch my eye
cause your the most colorful flower in sight

I have been through all the mountain tops
and witnessed dozens of falling stars
but these mean nothing to me
cause your the most beautiful thing, that I have ever seen

I have search for someone like you so long and far
I have been wandering beneath the stars
but my search for love was through
the day I found you

I have seen the whole world, and all its view
but nothing can compare to the sight of you
I love all of these sights, but they have no worth
your the closest thing to an angel, on this earth

Lost Her...

Finding it hard to breath
I Cant catch my words
I’m letting go of my hand
And falling to my knees

Theirs voices crowding me
Telling me things will be ok
Everything will work out
With a happy ending they say

I try and watch her going away
Everyone’s faces are blocking the way
Speaking tragically with no sound
Holding me down

Finding it hard to breath
I scream out with all my lungs
Braking free violently
To the window my fingertips are clung

"She needs space, she needs time" they move on
And then she speeds up
I watch the rain outside batter down
The noise creates my mind to corrupt

Iv actually lost her
Lost all I live for
I sing slowly to a song
Although I have done right by letting her move on
Il be spending the next of my life regretting this moment
Wishing I could turn back time
Distraught its already started I’m still thinking WHY
Wishing over and over that again some day she will be mine
And just like they say
We will have our happy ending

Hurt me

Swollen eyes
from sorrowed cries.
In the "lowest pits" is where my heart lies
because I've hurt you
which was never my intention to do.
I just wanted to love you
to be loved
to be hugged
to be a part of you and what you go through.
to be the love you deem true
But i know I SUCK

~Plz take me back, i will change i SWEAR TO GOD
i miss you so much love~

Shattered Dreams

I'm alone in my room
The music is blasting
All I hear is my heart
The regular beat should steady me
It only frightens me
I look on the table
A knife, some foils, a cigarette and a lighter
What will it be today?
I'm left with the mistakes
Haunting my every move
How could I have fucked up so bad again?
I think about the promises I've made
A tear falls
Why did I let myself fall into this?
My mind drifts away
Leaving me there, alone again
Searching for a happy memory
Something to pull me out of this
I'm so scared
Instead of happiness
My thoughts move to suicide
Who needs me anyway?
They’re better of without me
A sip of water
The capsules are gone
Slowly a cool blade slides on my skin
I see the blood and smile
Holding a screw over the open flame
Press it against me feeling the burn
I cry…tomorrow it starts again

Sick of life

Its not the end of the world isn’t it ?

Cheer Up....

When you are dwelling in the darkness and you can't see the light
Remember to fight for your heart's delight.
When you feel worthless and in pain,
Remember your life isn't in vain.
If you've had enough of this life, ask yourself why
why doesn't a day go by
without a cry?

Look deep in yourself to find meaning
what is the darkness, go and start some cleaning.
If the darkness is too deep and there's nothing you can see
Try to look through it, as there are people who want to be
There for you in hard and happy times
So blurt it out.
People can give you more than you expect
There are many among us who will treat you with respect.

Little Red Ridding Hood / Drugged version

Once upon a time, there was a litter girl whose street name is Little Red. She was sent to prison when she was three years old for drug trafficking. Now that shes out of the joint, she continues on her selling of drugs, but this time she was careful. She baked some brownies with pot as an extra ingredient, cookies with heroine, cupcakes with joints that look like candles, and sundaes full of amphetamines. She was on her way to her grandmother's house because if she doesn't supply ol' Granny with the "sweets", Granny will call social services and tell them that her parents are abusive, her dad is drunk like a fish, and rapes her. Although that is not true, she must please ol' Granny. She picks up the "snacks," sticks them into the picnic basket, and goes out the door.

On the way to Granny's house, she encounters The Big Bad Druggie. The Big Bad Druggie comes up to her and says,

"Why Lil' Red, those 'treats' smell mighty good!"

"For the last time, they are not for you, they are my old granny," Little Red said.

"What does that old hag want to do with drug contaminated baked goods anyway?" The Big Bad Druggie snarled. That was when Little Red got mad. She got out her pepper spray and sprayed him straight in the face.

"You can't hurt my eyes, they're glass eyes!" The Big Bad Druggie said, and cornered Little Red up in the alley, and up to a brick wall. Then Little Red remembered about how to defend herself in prison that one time and kicked The Big Bad Druggie square in the balls and then in the stomach. The Big Bad Druggie fell to the ground coughing up blood from the blow to the balls and Little Red ran out of the alley and onto Granny's house.

"This is not the last of me!" The Big Bad Druggie yelled out at Little Red. Although it was still a long walk to Granny's house, Little Red would make it by sundown.

The Big Bad Druggie had another idea. He got into his beat up, rust-bucket, junkyard car and backfired himself out into Granny's house. He had a plan to get those "treats." He will tie up Granny down in the cellar, and get to those treats. He finally got to Granny's house and when he got out, he slammed his door shut and the car fell apart into pieces.

"I don't care," the Druggie thought, "I'll steal some stupid kid's bike instead." He barged into Granny's house, took her down into the cellar and tied her up. He dressed up in Granny's clothes that are in the closet, got into her favorite chair and started to watch TV.

When Little Red finally arrived at Granny's house, she saw that pile of junk sitting on the curb and thought to herself,

"I got to remind Granny to throw away all that junk."

When she opened the door she saw "Granny" sitting in the chair, watching TV. She sat down and took her "goodies" out of her basket. Granny started to grab the treats and gobbled them up. After a little, "Granny" stopped for a second, belched, and quoted fagot,

"Mmm, mmm, bitch!"

And continued on eating the "treats." Little Red was surprised with "Granny's" foul language and said,

"My Granny, what a dirty mouth you have!" "It was never cleaned since I was born, I mean {clearing throat} I think it's because of my dentures, dear," Granny said. Then something else rose Little Red's curiosity.

"My Granny what big, hairy, ugly face you have!" Again "Granny" quoted fagot,

"I'm rich, bitch! Can't you see I can afford plastic surgery, shit! I mean, {clearing throat} I think it's old age sweet heart. I'm sorry, I think I have turret's syndrome."

"It's okay, Granny," Little Red replied " I know that's a sickness." All of the sudden, Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter, busts through the door and says,

"Croikey, there's the Great American Druggie right in that chair. Now, be careful, he looks dangerous." Then Little Red jumps up and screams,

"Oh my god, you're not Granny, you're the Big Bad Druggie!"

"That's right, bitch," The Big Bad Druggie bellowed, "and now you must give give me the rest of 'dem "treats" of yours!" Steve Irwin took out a blowgun and shot the Big Bad Druggie with a dart.

"Oww, what the hell did you do, {groaning} I feel woozy." and falls to the floor tranquilized.

"Don't worry mate, we'll take great care of this man," Steve said as he brought in the Police to drag the Big Bad Druggie out to Rehab, where he won't escape until he is cured of his sickness of being a druggie. Then Little Red found Granny and she had the last of Little Red's "treats" until Granny died of OD.

PS : not my very own, but edited lots of places :)

Tagged...?

OH oH Oh I have been Noticed by DarkAngeL and s[u]jau

So let’s see how I answer…. Here I go……

Three things I can't do

1. wake the dead
2. Walk in the sea
3. fartin *eye rollin….

Yea and…. Wats next…. Three things I can do… argh u guyz really wanna know this.. dumboo..

1. lie
2. can play guiter….
3. Sleeeeep …. ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz

hehe and wats next…. Three things that scare me ….

1. Sifain
2. being caught
3. *cant think any more*

3 thingggs I hate …

1. Racism
2. maumoon
3. Hypocrites


Taadaa… I em Done…


I em gonna tag angel, Thom and Angel in Debt

Sorry.....

Iam sorry for the pain you go through
Iam sorry that nobody's helping you
Iam sorry your alone
and that nobody talks to you on the phone

You can but that blame on me

Iam sorry for the thing that happened to you in the past
and for the things that happened last
Im sorry it wont repeat
I will take the blame for that to

Iam sorry for those who live all alone
I couldn't imagine living on my own
without you around hell NO
Iam sorry for the things you been through
just runaway and ill run to

ill take the blame for you

what the fuck is love ?

What is love, we all experience it in one way or another, but we throw the word around so haphazardly that it's true meaning has been lost to us. In literal terms love would be the antonym of hate. Existing only where hate doesn't. But how many times do we find ourselves the oxy-moronic state of a love-hate relationship? And what do we truly love? I love my family, But I also love the pungent taste of lime while reading a good book. Factually, love is what you place above all other things. I love my freedom, but I love the power to control others, also. We often find ourselves in these situations. But don't take the time to force ourselves to notice that we make absolutely no sense from the third party perspective.

How do we choose what to love, it seems to be a prodigious burden that we carry without notice. But I have noticed, as I'm sure others have. And it irks me to believe that I can only have one true love. Will it be the woman I marry? Or will it be the children my wife and I create, and which one would it be? What are the likelihoods of my true love, being truly in love with me?
the only logical solution to this would be to select and inanimate object or subject which cannot display emotion as we as human beings have so eloquently mastered.

How will I know when I have stumbled upon my love? Will it be optically visible, or will my state of mind suddenly shift? And how will I know if this change in perspective is from a newly acquired love, or just a delusion created by a mixture of misbalanced chemicals streaming through my head. Or is that love? A chemical imbalance due to a sudden emotionally traumatic experience with something or someone.

In truth I do not know if I believe in love. I have debated with myself on this matter for many days now, and can only come to the conclusion; that love is false. Anyone can fall out of love, if you are separated long enough from anything you will eventually begin to forget what you saw that was so beautiful in it.

In a way, it goes against our nature to love or be attached. We were created, or we evolved, to breed, and continually breed, to populate our planet into or until extinction. Where in that process did we find it necessary to find love? Yet one of our carnal desires is to find a mate, to live and breed our descendants with. Is love what sets us apart from the animals of our world? Is love the deciding factor between man and beast? Or do our animals themselves love. Take the cat for example; is it love, loyalty or sheer instinct that keeps them by our sides? I am not a scientist, Bit I feel that our canine companions stick with us because they are raised from birth with us, and they know no other way of living. The cat doesn't find itself a life partner, we find it a mate, that they may breed with; and label it boyfriend/girlfriend to ease our own socialistic instincts that everyone must have a life mate. But if they were allowed to live by their will, they would be fucking everything within sight!

Maybe we should take a look at ourselves and realize that love goes far beyond our nature, and that we were meant to breed, live the same as animals. But we don't, we believe that we are the conquerors of the world, and therefore we are deserving of more complicated emotions. But why?

Cold

My body is so cold; my bones are cold, I feel cold. And yet, through the chilliness on my bare legs and tiny shivers running through me, I have a warmth inside of me. A hope. A faith. A love. It yearns to burn. It burns when it chooses to. I wish it would burn with more fire and heat right now; I sure could use it to remove the chilly, icy feeling on my legs, on my body, in my bones. Ok, ok, so the fire is burning; burning calmly, yet wildly. It is burning brightly, yet unseen in the darkness of a body*s surface. The fire glows within in me for the wonderful purities of nature and life...and for those I deeply care for.

I think I care for most people; they deserve to have my optimism, however short in supply it may be. Still, there are only a few I care deeply and painfully for. Sometimes thinking of these few people warms me both inside and out. I guess it*s not working right now.

My fire inside is quiet, but providing heat; alas, my bones still have that numb stillness of being cold, and my bare legs are begging for some pants...~sigh~

BORED..? READ THIS...

Hello Boyz and Gurlz….Guess What I got for u guYz…. Yea a list of things u cud do when u rrr borrreeeddd…. Welll if ya bored read it thru….Or...Just read it… wont take that long.. :P

DO READ IT THRU….

CheeerrRRrrrSSssS….

1. Polish your shoes
2. Buy cheese
3. Drop your cat from a high place, to see if it really does land on all four feet
4. Repeat above until failure
5. watch PORNooO… J be safe…
6. Brush your teeth
7. Do the magician “saw a box trick” with your sister *kekeke
8. Wash behind your ears
9. Clean and polish your belly button
10. Ask people if they want to see your “belly button treasure”
11. Wash a tree
12. Flirt with an old lady
13. Find a chick
14. Mail her, add her to msn… and ….
15. Knight yourself and some close friends
16. Complain about your ass hurting
17. Give your cat a Mohawk
18. Purr
19. Vacume your carpet
20. Rake your carpet (to clean up the clippings, of course)
21. Whine
22. Play BSB cds backwards kekeke… :P
23. Re-elect MAUMOON… :P
24. Dress up in a cow suit… go to the supermarket
25. Moo
26. Play with matches
27. Buff your cat
28. Raise professional racing llamas
29. Join debate and agree with everyone
30. Dial-a-prayer and argue
31. Read Dhon hiyala aai ali fulhu..
32. Learn Greek
33. Change your mind
34. Change it back
35. Watch the sun see if it moves
36. Ask a question
37. Answer it…
38. Paint your windows
39. Flash your goldfish
40. Paint
41. Smile
42. Paint a smile
43. Shoot at a toaster
44. Apologize to it
45. See if you really can build a small nuclear device in your basement
46. Rotate your garden…daily
47. Plant a tree
48. Water it
49. Sweat
50. Give an ink blot test to your gerbil
51. Take apart the toaster and microwave
52. Mix and match the parts
53. Turn your TV upside down
54. Take an ant for a walk
55. Take your gurlio for a walk
56. Sell dirty socks
57. Start
58. Stop
59. Dial 110 and breathe heavily
60. Go to a funeral and tell jokes… *eye rollin…
61. Put lighted exit signs on all your closets
62. Carry a tune
63. Drop it, see if it breaks
64. Starch your underwear
65. Contemplate a cockroach
66. Get a bug to chase your car
67. Let him catch it
68. Organize a partY
69. Make everyone who joined pay dues, then call it stupid and quit
70. Wear a salad
71. Ride a loaf of bread
72. Annoy yourself
73. Get angry with yourself
74. Stop speaking to yourself
75. Kiss and make up with yourself
76. Stand on your head
77. Stand on someone else’s head
78. Learn everything there is to know about the three toed sloth
79. Laugh at a superiors puns
80. Build a pyramid
81. Paint your teeth
82. Climb a sidewalk
83. Speak with a lisp
84. MAKE a drive in window at the dairy-queen
85. Walk on water, but DON’T get caught.. ;)
86. Shave a shrub
87. Have a pillow fight
88. Watch a home movie and make fun of yourself as a kid… porno wud be great ;)
89. shiver
90. Learn to type with your toes
91. Recite romantic poetry to your washing machine
92. Buy Theemuge
93. Mail it to a friend…

94. Make them pay the postage.
95. Be in the wrong place at the right time
96. Be someone special
97. Plot the overthrow of your local school board
98. Request covert assistance from the MNDF
99. Factor your identity card number
100. Read the Directory
101. Plead the fifth
102. Plead the sixth
103. Plead the 8,003rd
104. Learn to read HINDI… yea
105. Learn to write singalha
106. Exist… existentially of course
107. Search for buried treasure…
108. Add me to your msn fakealmighty@gmail.com
109. Print counterfeit confederate money
110. Kick a cabbage
111. Say you’re sorry
112. Take a picture
113. Put it back
114. Paint your house green
115. breath
116. Play solitaire for cash
117. Abuse your furniture
118. Run for …. Just RUN
119. Still run…
120. RUN RUN RUN….
121. Try harder
122. Write a book about life, call it death
123. Make a boat of used napkins
124. Revert
125. Sleep on a bed of nails
126. Don’t toss and turn
127. Think shallow thoughts
128. Drown in them
129. Have your favorite sock gold platted
130. Boil ice cream :D
131. Blast pop music through town
132. Carve your “girlfriend” initials somewhere
133. Speak in acronyms
134. Drive the speed limit, in your garage
135. Make a schematic drawing of a rock
136. Become a BSB fan
137. Become a BSB hater
138. Pay Me $1000000000
139. Calmly have a nervous breakdown
140. Give your goldfish poison
141. Paint your self GREEEN
142. Play tag on I5
143. Find the nearest nowhere and go there
144. Exorcize a ghost
145. Go to a cemetery and verbally abuse dead people
146. Paint stripes on a lake
147. Two words… Hot Dog
148. Explain random theories
149. Test thin ice with a pogo stick
150. Apply for the Presidential election
151. Defend your neighborhood from flesh eating robots
152. Do a good job
153. Crawl
154. Be a side affect
155. Be a front defect
156. Have sex with your girlfriend/wife…
157. YAWWWWWWNNNNNNNSSSSSSS
158. Rabbit
159. Play Bai kakkaa…
160. Join NSS, be someone simple
161. Think like a donkey
162. Hit your self
163. Cut your self
164. Swab the deck
165. Put leg warmers on your furniture
166. Be number six
167. Sit
168. Stay
169. Roll over
170. Play dead
171. blink
172. Spray your family room with air freshner
173. Cause a power failure
174. try to jump as ….
175. Give a lecture to your girl frend
176. Wiggle
177. Be Smart
178. Act like a bangaalhee…
179. Act as an indian
180. Donate your brother’s body to science
181. Watch Baywatch.. O_O
182. Wonder
183. Give someone a kiss on the lips… in the middle something…
184. square root your licence number
185. Park your car with a “friend”
186. Park your car with a group of “friends”
187. Ask stupid questions
188. Answer them
189. Spew
190. Say “moist”
191. Put a stick on the sidewalk
192. Laugh when someone trips
193. Laugh REALLY REALLY hard if they break a bone
194. Solve the population problem i.e. x +2y-16x = population
195. Contribute to the population problem
196. Interview a member of the opposite sex
197. Ask embarrassing questions
198. Go to a drive-in movie in a tank
199. Go to a non-drive-in movie in a tank and drive in anyway
200. Crumble
201. Crumple
202. Make up a new language
203. Use it often
204. Be stupid for a day
205. Do aerobics...in your head
206. Play cards with your swimming pool
207. Bother a sibling, profusely
208. Send your iguana to obedience school
209. Pinstripe your driveway
210. Play "Kick the fire-hydrant"
211. Chipmunk power
212. Free the oppressed toaster-ovens of America
213. Free the obsessed toaster-ovens of America
214. Mug a stop sign
215. Join your local AA meetings
216. Go for a walk in the attic
217. Challenge the neighbor kid to duel
218. Find a witch
219. Flirt with her
220. Regress
221. Find out how many ways there really are to skin a cat
222. Go bow hunting for Toyotas
223. Kidnap someone
224. Go somewhere no man has gone before
225. Be a threat to MDP/DRP/IDP/ADP/OSAMA
226. Put out a fire
227. If you can't find one make one
228. Talk to people who are half asleep (What do you really think about me?”)
229. Smile all day for a day
230. Count to a million as fast as you can
231. Count to a million as fast as you can (break your own record)
232. Unplug the phone and plug it in and unplug it and plug it in and unplug…
233. Love to hate
234. hate to love
235. Write a song
236. Sing it
237. Record it
238. Listen to yourself, realize you suck and throw it out
239. I am bored….
240. hehe
241. 800 more to go….
241. Laugh
242. Ask people if they’ve seen your head
243 When you smile bite your lip
244. Hide in a cupboard
245. Learn filths in other languages
246. Clean your room (*_*)
247. Blow a bubble
248. Say “I SUCK”
249. Hug a stranger then apologize saying you thought they were your grandma.
250. Sleep……

Daime I tried to get 500… but then again I got bored.. yawwwnnnssss…

PS: got the idea from Dark Angels Blog

Bleed

It's not like she is a piece of flesh that will rot and fall off: she is a part of my spirit. My soul. My entire being. With her...I can be free from everything...expressing myself and releasing a power inside of me that I felt like had been locked up inside of me for so long. But it's free. I'm free. I'm as free as the wind passing through the trees and flowers and waters and through me. I'm as free as fire with the power to consume and fill and warm and take over things. I'm able to bleed...the blood can tell how I feel and what I think and (once again) express myself. I need to bleed before this world...I know I can do it if I believe. I'm only just beginning to bleed and the feeling is washing over me and people around me...strangely genuine...wow...I hope it lasts...

Racists!!!

You hate me because I'm Green,
I have colored skin.
What about my personality,
and the things I feel within...
I wont disrespect you,
or anybody else.
Not for skin color,
and not for what one tells.
I wont go behind your back,
and say that you've done wrong.
Although you're just a normal thug,
with bitches and a bong.
Still all you see is a green man,
petite, thin, but green.
Now dreams of colors,
forever invade my nights.

Rot In Pieces

Hey green apple you're rotten on the inside,

your skin is smooth but your soul is soft.

You look so appetizing but,

if you taste the truth

it's gonna make you spit.

And how long have I known you now,

but I knew after just one taste.

And how long has my mouth been sour,

well it’s been sour ever since that day.

And how long can I go on like this,

knowing what I know anyway.

But it makes me feel helpless to,

stand and watch while you rot away.

But if make me feel helpless to,

stand and watch while you rot away.

Drugs dont work.....

Green clogged his eyes, his forehead wrinkled in pain. Sweat drip over his brow, even as he quaked hysterically. He opened his eyes leisurely and gaze up at the foil and the needle on the nearby table. He hadn’t used it in so long. It felt like evermore. There was heroin in the peak most drawer. He clogged his eyes again. This better be worth it.

“Drugs does not work?"

All of a sudden he felt muscular strong Green opened his eyes and saw Pink, she was there to hold him, affectionate arms around him. Pink cuddles and embraces the tremble Green. “Eh baby, I am here now, don’t worryJ” Pink whispered “I love you green”.

“Everything unpleasant has heroin in it, so be free without Drugs”

The Alien I Encountered.....

I saw it again.

I still don’t know what it is. I know it’s something black, something not right. Something that wasn’t meant to be. Something weird and foreign and alien. The visuals aren’t what stick with me, they could be shadows, flailing, thrashing flickers of light. It’s the sounds. The slurping, the gurgling, the groaning. That’s what I remember, that’s what stays with me. That unworldly dark shape tearing fabrics that aren’t meant to even exist, some pan-dimensional abomination forcing itself through the void into our world. I hear it calling into the night in the voices of children. High-pitched giggling and squealing and screaming and singing. I see it slink from 666's basement in the middle of the night, bursting through the slanted storm doors and screeching it’s terrible, childlike siren call, a parody of life calling us to join it in whatever half-place it hails from. I don’t have the courage to follow it.

I don’t remember much of the first time I saw it, heard it, felt it. Cooing, snarling a false innocence into the freezing rain, surging forward like some viscous ebon liquid, seething into the yard and off to whatever destination a creature like that could seek. I only remember shock. Glimpses of what happened still ring in my mind, snatches of myself clawing for the telephone, shaking hands dialing the police, 199. The voice on the other side.

“Calm down, sir, just give us the address.”

I couldn’t. I couldn’t form the words, I couldn’t speak. I jibbered and gaped, not unlike the thing that slithered out of that house. I remember dropping the phone and curling up onto the carpet. Crawling into the corner and sobbing silently.

That was weeks ago. That thing is still out there, still stalking through the night. I haven’t slept since.

June 1, Friday

It got out again. I was almost asleep, so close I could taste it. My body’s so heavy all the time. I’m nervous. Nervous isn’t the word. Terrified. I haven’t left the house in days. I can hear it all the time now, day or night, it doesn’t matter. I hear it summoning, calling out to something. I don’t know what. I know it has to be stopped. This can’t go on. More of those things have to exist. It’s planning...It’s planning.

June 3, Sunday

It was at my door tonight. I heard it slamming its bulk against the metal. I could hear the deadbolt groaning under the strain, threatening to snap and loose the nightmare into my house. I huddled in the corner of my attic. All I could find was a steak knife in the kitchen. I gripped it in both hands the entire night, held it against my chest. Cowering like an animal. I have blisters on my hands. I heard its child-voice, less than twenty feet away from me, crying my name over and over again.

I know what it wants now.

Leprosy of Green moss

I live in strife and mayhem of emotional alterations and vicissitude; of rage and euphoria; of excruciations and of reprisal. My grief will all be for this maggot writhing bitch slapped blog, and my retribution will be wreaked on you, my dear foes. Therefore, in the might of Maldivian blogosphere, I will sit down and tap these keys: I will let the depraved and iniquitous of this damnation know what I have done and will do in the devotion of the promises, and justification by grace, that you faggots may read and tremble as your blood will be mingled with my crimson sacrifices.

I was born an outcast, into a slimy froth, in which I was destined to act so conspicuous a part. Fuck you, I am a burning and a radiant light, in the community of leeches, and in these days of lost virginities you shall suffer much in the persecution of the godly. Pleased I am that, as a trial of your insecurities, I shall curse you and throw you into the pits of damnation; for I am the man all over spotted with the leprosy of green moss..

Open your eyes, take heed!

Tribute to Nutshell

all my thoughts have been erased
all my worship has been replaced
all my thoughts were shredded and burned
all is vanished which I had learned
all is factual which I have felt
where loneliness is often dealt
Into the sea that I have been thrown
while poetry yell my dieing moan
Crippled by the corporate hold
while harsh on the things I’m told
now a slave the master calls
and becomes 4th the grounding laws
for if I fail to play his game
then jail will help him to tame
any and all true feelings I have felt
where solitude while help him melt
till soulless and tame
without a name
I’m all the same
no 1 to blame
dull and dead
without a head
and a brain replaced with solid lead...

I am Green so Fucking What...

The westerner said, "Coloured people are not allowed here." I turned around and stood up. I then said, "Listen, you son of a bitch.....When I was born, I was GREEN. When I grew up I was GREEN. When I'm sick, I'm GREEN. When I go in the sun, I'm GREEN. When I'm cold, I'm GREEN. When I die, I'll be GREEN.

But you son of a bitch.....When you're born, you're PINK. When you grow up, you're RED. When you're sick, you're WHITE. When you go in the sun, you turn ORANGE. When you're cold, you turn BLUE. And when you die, you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored? You MOTHER-FUCKING son of a bitch!!!"