Ode for DA friends and T.shareMy heart goes out to your awesome expression of creativity,like the objects in shades in the spectrum of reality.A pool of sharing the work of art spreads joy and make our life whole,together with our passion, we seek out our lovely artistic soul.
Soulmate search in the seaI wish I could catch a fish eventually.I will throw my bait and I will wait & see patiently.
Your Best friend is yourselfTrue friend is yourselfYou can trust yourself.You can count your blessingsYou can listen your own advice.You can listen your heart.You can proud of yourself.You dont judge yourself.You dont lie to yourselfYou dont listen your negativityYourself doesnt hurt you.Yourself doesnt cheated you.You can control yourself.You can protect yourself.You can recognize your limitations & your mistakes.You can treat yourself lucky.You can HELP yourselfYou can LOVE yourself.You can RESPECT yourself.You will be blessed,and you will receive the god's blessings.Be firm.Be humble.Be yourself.
A Fatal trap of Cyberlove"Unsuspecting victims of cyberlove can be caught in a trap with a virus within its wall.""Just say NO!"
Dumb and Dumber"How did you get so stupid?""Oh! I learned more quickly...from you! What's your excuse?""I learned more quickly than you!""Oh, i give you the honor!"Cheers!
GenerosityIf your palm is open and you are giving,you will also receive god's blessings.
Ode for Human HeartMy heart is inside my deep cavern,Blood flowing like the clear stream endlessly.Such an unique art pieceTirelessly working to sustain my life.Every beat is a breath.Just like a symphony.Cleansing my soul within,Energizing my bodySurely you are the river of life.The symbol of passionAnd how I am being blessed.
Resolving ConflictsDo not find fault.Resolve an argument by finding remedies. Cursing, shouting and name-calling will only breed resentment.
Autumn Depression - updatedFragments of Golden Autumn,In this late cold afternoon,The Summer is coming to an end,Fall is just around the bend,Pretty leaves are falling on the ground,There's orange, red, yellow and golden brown,Makes me feel melancholic though,I wish the bitter cold will not be my foe!
MonsterThat bony smile across his facea sight to take your breath awayas time erupts and slips its pacea noose of stars that went astrayslips down the sky to find its place.He said he roamed too far afieldthat all his pleas were spurned and shunnedthe hands of god refused to yieldThey only left him dazed and stunnedwith fleshy wounds that never healed.So now he haunts the fields and fensand calls the narrow ways his home.The secrets that no man can ken,the buzzards bleat a wretched droneand turn their backs on drowning men.
MankindWe’re all just worthless,Pointless,Careless type of people,Who wants to be consumed by evil.We could ignore the chances of being equal.Hating is what we choose, knowing it’s lethal —A virus is within a needle.We pierce it into our skins, expecting some sort of sequel,Wanting our drug to make the world peaceful,Forgetting that the world will only be hateful.Wars against our neighbors are frightful,Expanding our pitiful beliefs of being fearful.How naïve are we to be so hurtful?Yes, just let us murder children with words but say “we’re being insightful” —Stupid, idiotic,Moronic,So blinded but we can still see.We can’t develop sympathy, empathyFor the possibilityOf eventually being able to seeWhat cannot be seen by humanity —Mankind is just ugly creatures,Monsters of the past and the future with new featuresThat created these proceduresTo hate, to rage, to fight,Blocking the weak sight.When will we learn
The World Within My CityThere's another world within my city,Where people cry and sleep on stone,They scavenge and beg for food and water,But in the end they always die alone.I think once they were just like me,They didn't deserve to end up like this,But now they're oppressed and I'm free,It was taken out of their hands it wasn't their choice.However, it was their life that was stolen,In the blink of an eye they lost everything,Most can hear that old, rotting bell tollin',For now they sleep broken, and on the streets.They rolled the dice, and got snake eyes,We hardly feel anything towards them but pity,As we pass them by and they silently watch,I hope they find the world outside my city.
ClosenessFire radiant on the ancient leavesThey're stolen away by cold windy thievesThey're falling down, never again up highIt's ending, a conclusion, a good-byeThe man inhaled the dying smell"Very soon," he thought, "I can tell."Ice in his veins, a numbness, a painA shiver as he waits the death trainHitting here and there, the rickety cane tapsLooking for his place for an eternal napAt last he found his dark black roomIt was tight and small for his tombHe was laid inside his coffin, deadly stillThe walls of it surround him, taking his willConfined in his box with a peaceful smileHis eyes glassy, his old wrinkles in pilesBuried in the cold ground, on top: glacial layersThe snow mixed with tender white roses, bright silversIt is cold, let's be close and feel our frosty breathWinter is here, its closeness can be felt with death.
Little Desert TownWelcome to our little town, in the desert deepWhere strange lights pass over us, while we all pretend to sleepWhere creeping dread and mystery is everything you feelWhere angels are like mountains - as in, they're both not realLet's first head to Big Rico's and have a slice to eatOr we have something else for lunch, if it doesn't contain wheatDo you see that helicopter? If it's black, then it's okayBut if it happens to be yellow, scream and run awayDo you see that house nearby, the one that isn't there?It once swallowed a scientist with perfect, perfect hairLet's visit Tamika Flynn, the bravest girl in townShe once vanquished a librarian, completely on her ownYou want to see the dog park? Good God, what's wrong with you?Nobody ever leaves alive, except maybe one or two.Our weather here's the best thing that you will ever hearIt has the finest melodies, so soothing for your earsLet's go visit Old Josie, and her friend Erika – with KHer cookies taste angelic, her s
I belongI am feeling love deep inside my core.Tenderness, compassion, what else could be more?All this makes me gentle yet strong,and believing here I rightfully belong.~Petra
Orange rosesThis nightI dreamedYou were thereYou left me two orange rosesTied with a velvet twine
The Haze Between UsFormless underneath that capeAll the scars I inflictWill you look at me?Take my hands with your blood uponOr hold me at the nape?So I can for one last timeLet you see meStains in rivulets you cleanedI can still rememberSo does the earth underneathMy nails cannot ever be pardonedCovered another themeThey clutch at piteous prideSlip as quick as I breatheI plead by eye to blinded cowlTake me back insideHave I not been punished?Drowned in the bone dust you criedWhen our romance went afoulAnd I took the part of youFrom my piece of mindSpectre of my sceneryTransparent as the rainsYet forthcoming the travails eschewDarling have I behaved so cruel?To make this existence drearyThat when I smileYou can only forget you knew?I write the testament and scribeWith those sins as ink and penTrying to atone this finger paintOn a canvas devoid of eleganceMake the colour grey sighInstead of tearilyReflect my longing visage of lateWitness by the passing daysCan you see m
BiblioclasmPeople burn like pagesBad memories with good.They ripTearRipTearRipTearRepeat.As ash covers their facesThey do what no one should.They ripTearRipTearRipTearRepeat.Like blank and blackened cornersWe never had a chance.And so we ripTearRipTearRipTearRepeat.This city fills with mournersWho shrivel at a glanceWhile they ripTearRipTearRipTearRepeat.Flaming books that once were vesselsBurning with them all our pasts.When they ripTearRipTearRipTearRepeat.
Your smileEverytime I see your serene face,Im a captive of your smile.That subtle, endearing smile uplifts me.
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