tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14235402907841785232024-03-06T07:36:41.492+02:00M' poetry.Based on real facts, things lived and went through before, all these combined with a lack of imagination.parisaufreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13643464776819023283noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423540290784178523.post-23764362222521715512010-01-06T21:42:00.010+02:002010-12-04T14:13:58.977+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUsXAZ6LaivJWv-BsM1GakzVikzkU2zZ-ENB2CzCH71IRiJeioOfC7lb0LZa2ZafbDKSU3As48OhXDSWb6OC5OVXgr5o73edDrENrg8yFkrG5i6FUlQy3cnL0VxtG_l6nH0AisRG9Q7zur/s1600/IMG_8594+%25281%2529.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUsXAZ6LaivJWv-BsM1GakzVikzkU2zZ-ENB2CzCH71IRiJeioOfC7lb0LZa2ZafbDKSU3As48OhXDSWb6OC5OVXgr5o73edDrENrg8yFkrG5i6FUlQy3cnL0VxtG_l6nH0AisRG9Q7zur/s320/IMG_8594+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546799143839451922" /></a><br />I can hear my own spirit screaming within my chest.<div>It's breathing for air, or for fire,</div><div>I need to find a release of this negative energy</div><div>I turn to the goddess of the moon.</div><div>for her fertility brought myself and the sun god happiness.</div><div><br /></div><div>I pray for my own spirit to someday rest within one of a higher being</div><div>someone higher than my own personal satisfaction</div><div>My spirit will grow as I die.</div>parisaufreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13643464776819023283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423540290784178523.post-3296647741805576042009-11-02T21:02:00.012+02:002010-12-04T14:22:01.619+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir-5uP08gQ2rNnUT1AnXLqLi-OeNZfdk8UwRq-3mKsoqB12HrU-304I9Wf9tjzpVUzLkJmZuwFob9aQs3oaxP9Q4yi25JzL0a_wqIUaDOBuLtWlYTMbDwedaQH1I0OJ83IAhyqEatPWeEb/s1600/IMG_8636.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir-5uP08gQ2rNnUT1AnXLqLi-OeNZfdk8UwRq-3mKsoqB12HrU-304I9Wf9tjzpVUzLkJmZuwFob9aQs3oaxP9Q4yi25JzL0a_wqIUaDOBuLtWlYTMbDwedaQH1I0OJ83IAhyqEatPWeEb/s320/IMG_8636.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546801283945121586" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"></span></span></h3><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Ode to the Enemy's Defeat of the past.</span></span><br /><br />The first sign of spring is the melting snow slowly sinking into the grass<br />I can recall a muscular aroma that reminds me that nature is renewing<br />The lightening sky begins to change its contrasts<br />The enemy will be imprisoned for 9 months until its next return<br /><br />Frozen lakes await the sun so they may begin brewing<br />That sweet water that is home to the trout, and guppies<br />A symphony of birds will all soon be in sync<br />They sing for their eggs hatching to beauty<br /><br />They sing for their homecoming from the south or from hiding<br />The sun visits the raccoons and the squirrels bringing tenderness to all<br />The enemy will soon be gone with warmth at battle<br />The sidewalks free of ice like a deer of bitter temperatures<br /><br />Searching for survival becomes easier with each ray of sunlight<br />Although the children will miss the sled rides and heated drinks<br />They will rejoice for the colds ruthless winter bite<br />I will always cheer when I smell that harsh winter fear<br /><br />The fear of the enemy’s war strategies gone to waste<br />The fear of heats accomplishments<br />The fear of the climates nibble on freezing temperatures<br />The fear of its own, thrashing defeat<br />Spring had come, and winter had passed<br />Unfortunately<br />The day i rue, yeah well<br />that day we met<br />was also a spring day that i god damn somehow,<br />regret.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>parisaufreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13643464776819023283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423540290784178523.post-17340113579814853212009-10-09T20:56:00.009+03:002010-12-04T14:23:28.712+02:00Lost.damaged.taken away<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsdZQV2OcVvkSuFlss8iFzeM_FVI2c97zejp-TwRwyWV9KfBi1B674n7vYUqJmQKTnqb8cj0cXEKVkisk0aGvxyqXuAfZ05-ooKDlioNIsenNz2PBlt2CSEByeRUcEfAdR9cxLIq71z6JL/s1600/ph+session-1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsdZQV2OcVvkSuFlss8iFzeM_FVI2c97zejp-TwRwyWV9KfBi1B674n7vYUqJmQKTnqb8cj0cXEKVkisk0aGvxyqXuAfZ05-ooKDlioNIsenNz2PBlt2CSEByeRUcEfAdR9cxLIq71z6JL/s320/ph+session-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546801675770655122" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Cold-dark-corner of the room<br />sitting here, is so not like in the afternoon,<br />smoking your cigarette with your closer mate next to you<br />of course having your damn precious beer in front of you<br />and complaining about the sunshine<br />spreading in your eyes,<br />saying that it's killing you?<br /><br />If that's whats killing you love,<br />then could you imagine whats killing me?<br />Hah.<br />What does this thing,<br />killing<br />really mean?<br /><br />I can't believe I've been left behind<br />or was my love for you too unkind?<br />I've lost a lot and i might have gained it back<br />but i can bet on the fact<br />that what was once for real<br />will never come back.<br /><br />We had the chance to build up things again<br />but you decided throwing it away,<br />not caring anymore<br />and never really looked back again.<br />You let me do the whole thing by myelf,<br />but what is love walking on the street by one person,<br />by it's fucking,<br />self?<br /><br />You let me walk on that breakable thread on my own<br />so if it comes to falling<br />the one who shall fall is no one else but myself.<br />You're scared of falling<br />because you couldn't accept<br />that you can also suffer in what we had inbetween us<br />but unfortunately,<br />you made it end.<br /><br />Throw away excuses 'cause they don't help<br />express your thoughts and what you feel,<br />at least; what you once felt.<br /><br />Cause now it's gone from your point of view<br />and you perfectly know<br />but it's like you still want something<br />thats why i guess,<br />you keep comming back.<br /><br />You make me bruise so easily,<br />it's untrue<br />I wish i could wash you away for the simple fact<br />that you make me burst in pain<br />let me bleed<br />and hurt me by the thought<br />that you don't care,<br />you don't give a damn anymore<br />and yeah,<br />it's a sick game my love<br />i know.<br /><br />And i think you should leave<br />and leave me resembled in my akward pain,<br />for someone<br />who has never been here,<br />it ain't hard leaving<br />thats like,<br />some kinda' bloody rule.<br /><br />I try to keep a sinister smile<br />and a hold of my heart<br />and taking a deep breath,<br />giving myself the impression<br />that at least<br />half the things you said and offered,<br />were things you really meant.<br /><br />You got to the point<br />were you wanted to knock out,<br />you ended this chapter without a doubt.<br /><br />And i bet you say,<br />it's not what you do<br />but i say that it's<br />what you put across.<br /><br />So live your own life<br />and go ahead on the path you've chosen,<br />cause there is nothing left for me,<br />that could be spoken.<br /><br />Here is what you wanted to hear and see,<br />you've really got me there love,<br />deeply as you can see<br />i hope that for once,<br />i reached to the top and made you for one single second,<br />joyful and happy<br />as i never wanted to be the only one,<br />being overjoyed,<br />apparently.<br /><br />I could still say this remains incomplete,<br />but you know what they say..<br />things can go to an infinite point<br />but they don't last for<br />eternal ,<br />eternity.</span>parisaufreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13643464776819023283noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423540290784178523.post-81019534582488687072009-10-08T01:12:00.001+03:002009-12-10T17:25:34.984+02:00Confusion.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNAZqUJ2FUAc_nV2N1Gr9iN_cr7hHysEgLcpNJB6fA58miIN8Pyki4eza7GhP8bEUZ6dxdfXiAMVr49_wIdAkYVBtn83sX7TaUmcNmgRBNS1tECC3uv0LFwZwD6LcQzOTGWrcGj55p5DLm/s1600-h/DSC04362.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNAZqUJ2FUAc_nV2N1Gr9iN_cr7hHysEgLcpNJB6fA58miIN8Pyki4eza7GhP8bEUZ6dxdfXiAMVr49_wIdAkYVBtn83sX7TaUmcNmgRBNS1tECC3uv0LFwZwD6LcQzOTGWrcGj55p5DLm/s320/DSC04362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413628992964061026" border="0" /></a><br />The tears that were once dropping down on this face<br />the shadow that is supposed to be mine<br />everything that is related to me<br />to the simple fact that what i used to be<br />is gone.<br /><br />Vanished in the thunder<br />that struck my neighbour right next to me<br />the thunder of last night,<br />leaving the biggest damage and mess of the century.<br /><br />So, what are all these things going through my mind frantically?<br />Till the day i decided looking in the mirror askin' ,<br />"where is the real me?"<br /><br />What the hell is this meant to be?<br />One, two, three...counting<br />honestly,<br />it hit my mind, head<br />and finally, i was sure.<br /><br />That day,<br />confusion was the thing<br />that knocked on my door and made me sink.parisaufreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13643464776819023283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423540290784178523.post-11922953740825525572009-10-08T01:11:00.000+03:002009-10-08T12:34:35.073+03:00The Redhead.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguR1B2tyGByfzjMz1d42Du3SASQKdIBYtsuy6qbbKNERgRWvDee909puqbPYCzV042rVh3gr3AprAOrNPnBqLBuDhOKdD1JWQb7yhXM6F2RM2DvY4MdjtvyuVQLVJi3HV4Q1e4gt1Y3Io9/s1600-h/_redhead__by_luckka.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguR1B2tyGByfzjMz1d42Du3SASQKdIBYtsuy6qbbKNERgRWvDee909puqbPYCzV042rVh3gr3AprAOrNPnBqLBuDhOKdD1JWQb7yhXM6F2RM2DvY4MdjtvyuVQLVJi3HV4Q1e4gt1Y3Io9/s320/_redhead__by_luckka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390160149397455106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Open the door<br />to enter into a room, anyroom,<br />but wait.<br />Can't you see this color represents an important thing<br />in the life of us all?<br />At least in my personal life<br />it has represented a lot<br />gave me realization<br />and bloomed advantages which only i could see.<br />Feeling the heat of my bright red hair,<br />the charming glow<br />situated right on the top of my head,<br />oh yes.<br />Amongst the glow of the fair haired blonde,<br />amongst the mysterious deep darkness of the brunette.<br />Still, it is she who captivates all who gaze upon her beauty<br />she who had walked in that room, on that day.<br />That evening,<br />no one could have broken the desperate longing<br />to look at her<br />just once more.<br />In fact<br />so stunning is she<br />that the pounding heart skips a beat whenever she is around.<br />Looking out toward her stareing crowd,<br />her eyes<br />full of fire, are hypnotic<br />almost spell-like<br />her expression,<br />of a strong personality.<br />As she floats throughout the room,<br />all those guys hold their breath of hopes<br />of containing their relentless desire<br />for this phenomenom<br />among all others.<br />She is a description of unwavering passion<br />fire and ice<br />capable of driving guys into lustfull insanity<br />and those other chicks standing out there<br />into undiscovered realms<br />of jealousy.<br />She is,<br />the Redhead.</span>parisaufreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13643464776819023283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423540290784178523.post-22700666267048448142009-10-08T01:10:00.000+03:002009-10-08T01:11:42.849+03:00Momma.<span style="font-size:100%;">I'm still trying to find out lord<br />You're heavens have soared through all of my life<br />but please don't on this day take it all<br />I know I'm yet to blow out those 16 candles but.<br />I run out of words; don't you see?<br />I need more time to grow<br />I am but only fifteen.<br />I have so much to say and it's all gripped inside me<br />I'm sorry I let it loose on her<br />my fire burned her eyes and pierced her soul<br />I'm sorry<br />raising this one freak here, wow, must have been cold.<br />Now can't you see i'm learning<br />you're teaching me<br />I'll never send her my verbal fire, my heat<br />or at least i'll try<br />All i want is a chance and that chance you give me<br />I will use with...<br />fuckin' caution.</span>parisaufreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13643464776819023283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423540290784178523.post-25732444129313040252009-10-08T01:04:00.000+03:002009-10-08T12:51:49.046+03:00I'll pray to you.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpz8PNA5oPjsDGvkYYJoFhEE0Cqo7-WyF3kQGKSfLzRxFjq72wwgWs9fQhBLZHCXf9ARj7nrlT1qoK4W8HqBkGJpV99pAbDE4zcxtjmCyzZ9zsUq1LMNhoipo25KJt5nEaqy9y4cf3bFwP/s1600-h/If_winter_ends__by_emeraldiris.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpz8PNA5oPjsDGvkYYJoFhEE0Cqo7-WyF3kQGKSfLzRxFjq72wwgWs9fQhBLZHCXf9ARj7nrlT1qoK4W8HqBkGJpV99pAbDE4zcxtjmCyzZ9zsUq1LMNhoipo25KJt5nEaqy9y4cf3bFwP/s320/If_winter_ends__by_emeraldiris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390164625031201506" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> It fell so delicatly, right beneath my nose<br />i thought it would be just like the others<br />slowly melt into water that would escape me<br />But this snowflake for a breif second landed on my skin<br />and it did not melt<br />it did not change<br />it helped me<br /><br />It was a sign from god<br />who was making his last retreat<br />who was i could tell was about ready to give up<br />and in 3 years I'd die; bittersweet<br /><br />So one could say,<br />this snowflake saved my life, mind, and soal<br />from hells flames and burns<br />This snowflake gave me realization<br /><br />My snowflake fell unto my lap<br />It fell so sweetly like a grazing dear<br />perfection, that you didn't need a microscope to see<br />I had been wondering and wondering<br />but now i was finally sure<br /><br /><br />Because this snowflake fell into my world.</span>parisaufreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13643464776819023283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423540290784178523.post-4374422472497084942009-10-08T01:03:00.000+03:002009-10-08T01:35:40.455+03:00Acceptarea sosiind deodata cu intelegerea.<span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Suntem ceea ce suntem<br />de data asta,<br />amandoua cu personalitati diferite.<br /><br />Ne plac barfele inofensive la o cafea si'o tigara,<br />ne plac zilele de vara si inca multe alte lucruri,<br />avand multe'n comun.<br /><br />Doua suflete apropriate,<br />doua persoane atasate<br />dar unde e prietenie adevarata<br />uneori mai aterizeaza si o mica cearta.<br /><br />Stiu ca am defectele mele,<br />stiu ca mai am multe de invatat,<br />asa cum ar avea toata lumea dealtfel.<br /><br />Sunt lucruri care nu ne plac una la cealalta,<br />lucruri pe care ne'ar placea si n'i le'am imagina fiind altfel<br />dar ceea ce stiu precis este faptul ca eu tin la tine cu adevarat<br />iar vreau ca tu sa faci parte din viata mea<br />si restul capitolurilor care vor urma.<br /><br />Nu'mi gasesc vreo explicatie, anume,<br />ca noi sa nu mai fim ce am fost pana acum.<br />Sa lasam tot ce am trait impreuna deoparte,<br />sa aruncam toate acele amintiri frumoase pe geam,<br />doar pentru ca refuzam sa ne intelegem.<br /><br />Nu ai cum sa lasi,<br />sa uiti<br />si sa arunci totul deoparte<br />doar pentru ca esti egoist si refuzi sa incerci,<br />sa intelegi<br />ca sa poti ierta?<br /><br />Acum, nu maine ci chiar azi<br />realizez ca am invatat multe din greselile noastre<br />si ca tu esti una dintre singurele persoane caruia,<br />I'as expune toata fiinta mea,<br />cu ceea ce is eu cu adevarat.<br /><br />Ne'am luat masuri de aparare<br />vedem acum care pe care,<br />lupta n'ajuta la nimic.<br /><br />Macar asa,<br />Acum cand suntem aici si stam fata-n-fata<br />stim ca a sosit timpul.<br /><br />Timpul cand trebuie sa coboram,<br />sa realizam ce am fi putut pierde<br />Daca azi, la ora asta,<br />Acum,<br />nu ne'am fi putut accepta<br />asa cum suntem noi defapt.</span>parisaufreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13643464776819023283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423540290784178523.post-64728220868826505612009-10-08T01:02:00.001+03:002010-12-04T14:28:30.632+02:00One mind, one soul.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgABvbqvaMQGzA_sq76_y4AjOToIfK6i3SBmsbNrEs47VzBcM3At4A85t3Tr_zb8Pz_ekKduZHEUH2scUOaPVUkqAtxYni-d2gndonVg-lwpDYkZflqezfrXCaFj-Z1MtjImnqIYhkeM_2h/s1600/IMG_8612.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgABvbqvaMQGzA_sq76_y4AjOToIfK6i3SBmsbNrEs47VzBcM3At4A85t3Tr_zb8Pz_ekKduZHEUH2scUOaPVUkqAtxYni-d2gndonVg-lwpDYkZflqezfrXCaFj-Z1MtjImnqIYhkeM_2h/s320/IMG_8612.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546802960278375250" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">You are half of me as a half a candy is in a lil' childs mouth melting<br />shared with it's closest soul, it's momma.<br />We might think similar<br />but never the same.<br />That's what makes us different and we are here,<br />to make the difference.<br />As in me, giving you daily support and love.<br />As in you,<br />letting me not know,<br />but feel that your love is sincere.<br />As in us,<br />sticking up for each other and sharing everything.<br />All the good things and bad things<br />as in darkness and brightness.<br />Anytime,<br />come to me.<br />When you're down,<br />lean on me.<br />I pray,<br />pray everyday.<br />Pray for myself having the power to give you strenght<br />and to never let you down.<br />So please,<br />never let me down either.<br />It's not a threat,<br />it's only me being usually weak.<br />Being cowardly scared of losing you,<br />one day.<br />Me, fainted-hearted<br />thinking that all there will be left from the chapter "You 'n me",<br />will be just a simple colorless memory.<br />But this time, we'll wash away pesimism<br />and standup being optimistic.<br />We'll cheer up and dry our damp eyes,<br />as the high tide could take us away<br />staying together till the rest of everyday.<br />You are my rainbow after the rain<br />and yes,<br />together with you<br />I want to remain.<br />Share our thoughts,<br />to be one mind<br />Express ourselves,<br />to understand<br />Extend to each other what we really are,<br />everything that lies inside<br />all this m' dear,<br />to be one single soul.</span>parisaufreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13643464776819023283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423540290784178523.post-91333730117155785182009-10-08T00:59:00.000+03:002009-10-08T13:33:42.206+03:00Life raised me well.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6PLg5r0iV17xNp8YP9z0bTw1a8cNqxV_IbwxrCqTjhroBOKXsn6VkPFGVrWUNF_LNa3Of_sYO8okNlW7lNmb04G1osN5ziVYp7t1WFgUlYnIKgbIQnGD61ewPIoP1vJf6ULChFAj3vmFT/s1600-h/_MG_2338.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6PLg5r0iV17xNp8YP9z0bTw1a8cNqxV_IbwxrCqTjhroBOKXsn6VkPFGVrWUNF_LNa3Of_sYO8okNlW7lNmb04G1osN5ziVYp7t1WFgUlYnIKgbIQnGD61ewPIoP1vJf6ULChFAj3vmFT/s320/_MG_2338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390175376864128754" border="0" /></a><br />Life takes time to get used to ,<br /><span style="font-size:100%;">a lot of time and sometimes too much.<br />People die and the deceased bring tears and crys<br />but sometimes life, is like a moist towel<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">unless but at the same time you'de never know the difference.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;">Life tricks you; Everyday<br />With it's purpose of you learning from mistakes<br />With it's surprises from gravity and realization<br />I blame you life<br />you're the issue<br />you're my dilemma<br />you're my bitter taste.<br />But sometimes life, you are rich<br />you stop me from irritating<br />and you're texture makes me fly<br />like when you hold your head high,<br />raise your glass to the sky, smile<br />and give thanks to me<br />when you appreciate me<br />I appreciate you<br />and that bitter taste turns to sweet.<br />So thank you dear life<br />for your support and for the crack of your whip<br />You put me in line.</span>parisaufreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13643464776819023283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423540290784178523.post-1763687343552368272009-10-08T00:50:00.001+03:002010-12-04T14:31:41.797+02:00Creation of our minds.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6w5iguuKt9ax6WM0q9DWOu8VsvrPBvGfiuzMIYK8yJL3P7KG93RMu5NC8dxbjfK_xP-ZvbQR83rpBaIr4J7hp4LWJTQITf3kzDVybRjspDa4wrdXAU7tFHeRr19IkPpHGLJdLBWpXxzkY/s1600/IMG_8610.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6w5iguuKt9ax6WM0q9DWOu8VsvrPBvGfiuzMIYK8yJL3P7KG93RMu5NC8dxbjfK_xP-ZvbQR83rpBaIr4J7hp4LWJTQITf3kzDVybRjspDa4wrdXAU7tFHeRr19IkPpHGLJdLBWpXxzkY/s320/IMG_8610.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546803791247390034" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Personally,<br />Up there even if it isn't God<br />someone definetaly must be there,<br />and exist.<br />This person,<br />mind of all humans<br />said to his typist,<br />make sure that they will all think similar<br />but never the same.<br /><br />Make sure that between their 13th and 18th birthday<br />will give them a glance of hell<br />Let their emotions go frantically screaming through,<br />out those years.<br /><br />When authority stands<br />make them want to push them off<br />and stand for themselves.<br /><br />Make sure that some are not effected by my wrath at all<br />and some are taken whole by it.</span>parisaufreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13643464776819023283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423540290784178523.post-26654096980312626632009-10-08T00:49:00.004+03:002010-12-04T14:37:22.405+02:00Follow.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhslXuFooU_HEARklCHXfK1SVOIKmA0iz160gRXYPo__7_rdip9yNhZlnEQLTJLJmMXocAEZ1neC_RJOSZMgPB-Vz1u3GXJkMXQnHJ5ulmjoN-9Nj3vZ0gwvwMasQE81b2iCJ096cdVnmSk/s1600/IMG_8623.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhslXuFooU_HEARklCHXfK1SVOIKmA0iz160gRXYPo__7_rdip9yNhZlnEQLTJLJmMXocAEZ1neC_RJOSZMgPB-Vz1u3GXJkMXQnHJ5ulmjoN-9Nj3vZ0gwvwMasQE81b2iCJ096cdVnmSk/s320/IMG_8623.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546804339042496274" /></a><br />><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">This time<br />this day<br />My mind is shouting for release<br />stress turns to pressure so easily<br />Sometimes I find my release in fluffs of green<br />or maybe the beats that flash from sonic lights<br />in B'ham<br />perhaps i should turn to something simple<br />a quick hit and run of with my friend Oana, even if she's thousand miles away<br />oh teen.<br />today here is my hand.<br />I extend to you<br />the gift of release<br />I will take your pressures with me<br />As i fade into oblivion<br />I can't make you listen to my preach<br />It's your choice<br />come with me<br />we can<br />sink into careless bliss.</span>parisaufreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13643464776819023283noreply@blogger.com0