Wednesday, July 12, 2006

For Miranda

I cry for you ... with tears unwashed
I feel for you ... with airless lungs
I hurt for you ...

Forget the saline skin that devoured your sexuallity
Forget the thrust of emotions that fills your totality

Incurable as it may seem
These unclean sheets will be washed
If not thrown away

Check your foggy mirrors
And glue in the shattered glass
Piece by piece it will become one

Forget satan's saccharinic smile
That lures you to the abyss
Of never ending self destruct

I cry for you... not because of your phallic appetence
I cry for you... not because of your massochistic ways
I cry for you... because through your eyes I see the emptiness

* a piece created and given to me by one of my closest friends - BeLLe

- i miss this girl..*

this pain..(revisited)

its killing me.
its been 13 months now and the hurt is still as fresh as it feels like
the time it transpired.been fighting the monster since time
immemorial,believe me.ive soaked my face down the freezing water since
i dont know when..
maric is here.
some would notice and appreciate her existence.one person dont.i feel
sorry for him.never did i realize i would feel so much anger for the
person who gave maric to me.
im tired.
this pain..

life and itself..

"I don't ever want to fall into some pathetic cycle of
work-function-work-sleep. I can only count on one journey on this
world, and I intend to spend it living. My existence shall not amount
to some glorified metabolic functions. Mark my words, I will drink my
cup."If its means to defy the mundane exercise then count me in.I'll not sit
on my ass and watch my life just fade away.I know I'm gonna encounter
all sorts of difficulties however with the tools I got in handling my life I know success is limpid.,so i rest my case to all conformities and battle myself towards
imbibing the cup of life.In that way I could come and would have the
courage to kneel before the "Man" and re-present myself.

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