Wednesday, November 29, 2006
your blood
still drips between my fingers
where it had pooled in my hands
its red and bright and clean
i soaked up your life
in a small space
and surrendered my dreams instead
you wanted it that way
slumped in this deep black hole
where light, love, blood
just seeps in to tease
i see that its all a game, and everyone wants to win
as my life flows out of me
and lies in a pool at my feet
i can hear ur mocking laughter
and i am glad. atleast i amused u.
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2 hours cookbook at 1:16:00 PM
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how did you learn
whats right and wrong
how do you see
when and where to let it be
how do u know
when to let go
how do you decide
when to stay and fight.....
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2 hours cookbook at 12:43:00 PM
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Last christmas I gave you my heart,
but the very next day,
You give it away～
This time ,
I`ll give it to someone special!!
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2 hours cookbook at 1:39:00 PM
Blue Snow
When the rain is blowing in your face
and the whole world is on your case
I could offer a warm embrace
to make you feel my love
When evening shadows and the stars appear
and there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
to make you feel my love
I know you haven't made your mind up yet
but I would never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
no doubt in my mind where you belong
I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
Oh there's nothing that I wouldn't do
to make you feel my love
The storms are raging on the rolling sea
and on the highway of regret
the winds of change are blowing wild and free
you ain't seen nothing like me yet
I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
nothing that I wouldn't do
go to the ends of the earth for you
to make you feel my love
dylan - sometime
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2 hours cookbook at 1:33:00 AM
Monday, November 20, 2006
.Oh, I didn't mean to yell
But sometimes I get beside myself
And oh, I didn't mean to rush you
But time keeps pushing so much
Oh, time keeps pushing so much
Your eyes stare at me in the dark
And I hope those eyes
Don't steal my freedom
My freedom
Oh, If I didn't give it all
When I stood you made me crawl
And oh, if you never heard the song
Then I could still hide down behind the wall
Then I could still hide down behind the wall
Your eyes stare at me in the dark
And I hope those eyes
Don't steal my freedom
My freedom
And I hope those eyes
Don't steal my freedom
My freedom
Said eyes, those eyes
I said don't steal my freedom
Your eyes stare at me in the dark
And I hope those eyes
Don't steal my freedom
My freedom
Oh, my freedom
Your eyes stare at me in the dark
And I hope those eyes
Don't steal my freedom
My freedom
Oh, my freedom
Said eyes, those eyes
Said eyes, those eyes
I said don't steal my freedom
To Whom It May Concern, Creed
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2 hours cookbook at 11:05:00 PM
.Mujhse bichar ke khush rehte ho
meri tarah tum bhi jhoote ho..
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2 hours cookbook at 10:31:00 PM
Saturday, November 18, 2006
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Lately I have begun to notice how often
I do not think of you.
You don't speak to me anymore.
I wonder if I have gone clear
or have you finally released me?
I sleep to finish the dreams
others were woken up from. It is funny,
this insight into strange minds. So many stories.
Knowing how curious you are, I'll tell you.
Someone in Alaska
stands by the window, overlooking
moonlit trees the storm
has bowed with snow.
In his dreams, he speaks to me
of the necessity for darkness. His mind
folded in a tin-foil, floating in wine, speaks
in foreign tongues.
I wish to comprehend him before
the solstice turns, leaving
the sun behind for six months.
Another girl from Peru: she rarely speaks.
Her fingers keep turning a nickel round
and around through the night. I am afraid
of her breaking this silence.
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2 hours cookbook at 2:39:00 AM
I found this cool new website where you can check who you look alike. It scans your pic, it's really amazing.
I do think I look a little bit like some of them.though i think all of them are gorgeous:P
Try it yourself at www.myheritage.com
2 hours cookbook at 2:16:00 AM
Friday, November 17, 2006
Shush, do not speak yet,
do not judge for I care
not for your words, or how
you understand mine.
I have known love and evil;
what I am really looking for
is the wait - the long,
long wait before the final fall.
I don't want you to argue
with this metaphor.
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2 hours cookbook at 3:54:00 AM
Monday, November 13, 2006
All my longings
All the songs of my heart
My roving eyes
And trembling hands
Seek you among the multitudes
That unwantedly sorround
Sequestring away all that i want
Your starry eyes
Haunt every night of mine
And your teasing glance
Lures me to you
Like a mirage in the desert
To the parched lips
I try to run
But return to you
How much i want
To see your dreams
And to hear
Every heartbeat of yours
To lose my self
and then search for my way
betwixt the midnight of your hair
I want to drown
In those bottomless eyes
And drink from the inebriant soul
Play upon the frown
That comes with your sighs
And caresses to make me whole
I am filled with ire
jittered and jaded away
sinking in mire
for you i wait this way
Bordering on desire
are my instincts now...
sans you i'll die
another day!
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2 hours cookbook at 10:07:00 PM
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Wouldnt you miss me???
I make friends easily.Almost all kinds of friends but specially the ones whom you love and you know they love you.not just being kind and keeping in touch, not the ones who will go away after few months.You've been on my mind.
A vague grey-ish blue.
Now that you've crossed the gates
Can you come back and tell me,
Where do clouds go when they evaporate?
I think there are terrapins, faeries, & gnomes.
Were there little people to welcome you,
Or monsters and dwarfs and men?
Is it all strange and new,
Or is there a sense of deja vu?
Is life coming back to you?
Did you meet her there?
Did she recognise and greet you?
Stones in her wet pockets,
Lest she fly away.
Like a frail black cloud, on a rainy day.
Where you still stoned? You know, I was always frightened ...
Do you miss here? Its raining.
Is it nice there, or were you scared?
Or are you still laughing, Madcap?
Paint me a picture, frame it in a silver song,
And slide it down a rainbow
Or keep it by the Gates, above the Wall;
guess you've broken through them now.
Wouldnt you miss me???
The only thing i cant take is betraying (how hard it is to forgive as it is to define).though, with time, you learn to forgive almost anything, because you learn how hard love is to come by, and whole. you learn how rare goodness is, and complete. you take it as you find it, fragmented, distorted and all. all for the love.
its sad.
it leaves you thinking,
after everything we have been through,
after everything i have done for you,
this is what it came to?
this is what you could think of me?
it hurts ... but what the heck, we survive!
The best friends are too much a part of you, to turn away from, in anger or hurt or frustrated expectations. The gap they leave never fills up.
Sometimes even by trying hard to build the bridges things dont go the way they should.
Sometimes throwing away the ego and pride wounded doesnt helps.
and even if they are back..you miss the comfort of the familiar, you miss the utter ease of communication, where what you meant, is always known or understood.
Is it too late??
Or does the welcome really never end?
Am I really looking for you, or traces of the me I used to be?
Make friends but dont make them so hard, that when they shrug, your world crumbles. love your friends, but dont cut up pieces of ur heart and give them wrapped presents. it hurts when it hurts, badly.Make friends, but keep your 'self'. Make friends, but dont give them ur whole heart. Make friends, but don't let them break you, dont let them near enough....
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2 hours cookbook at 2:13:00 AM
