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Friday, January 26, 2007
Don Juan Like it or not, we all need love. As i have once said, i'll say it again. For what do we fight? For what do we live? For what do we spite? For what do we give? *drum roll...* LOVE; L-O-Fucking-V-E PS Being loved and feeling loved are two separate issues; vaguely different, differently vague. Tuesday, January 23, 2007
How aptly wonderful. To change and to change for the better are two different things. -German Proverb We are in constant flux. May it just be a 'good' flux. And. This is going to be explicit. Thank you for making the first move once again. :) Sunday, January 21, 2007
Art thou resting on thine illusory laurels? She falls into a void In its roots eternally coiled The darkness of the hell She doesn't know all that well A diva On par? We know surely That they're thoughts curly She sees not who is And who lives A choice to make believe Or to return to reality What isn't seen Has happened, has been Not known Never shown Foolishness on high All this a lie Pseudo attraction Genuine repulsion Till she can once again see, The truth and who to be Will be forever lost At death the cost Saturday, January 20, 2007
Eisenheim Honestly, what if all you see, thought and felt were just an illusion? How then? DIE LAH. Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Thy hell become It drowns and elevates The heart of pain The torture, a lane Eternally forever There it lasts With lucifer in the path Darkness enfolds this route Of the brute Where he is cheated And often manipulated The hell that is preached Is not found in death But in the world we exist For lest we forget This was told That love and the heart Always cheats and misleads Tuesday, January 09, 2007
But that too was ephemeral, just like everything else in her life. It ended just as it started. |
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