Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
counting stars.
here. I am chained and shackled to the walls of reality.
the only way to tell i'm alive is by the
tears that roll down my cheecks.
I thought I was free, free from problems and society
But was caught by time itself.
To understand would take me years for me to explain,
But only a week to realize.
Each star I count only leads me to nothing
Nothing, that place where my faith is/
But only when the shackles come off,
and I am free from reality,
Will I'll be truely happy,
and faith has a place in my heart.
Hear my battle cry , the battle cry
of me.
the only way to tell i'm alive is by the
tears that roll down my cheecks.
I thought I was free, free from problems and society
But was caught by time itself.
To understand would take me years for me to explain,
But only a week to realize.
Each star I count only leads me to nothing
Nothing, that place where my faith is/
But only when the shackles come off,
and I am free from reality,
Will I'll be truely happy,
and faith has a place in my heart.
Hear my battle cry , the battle cry
of me.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
ahah
damn , you think it might be fake
but to me , it's real.
all this , this blog comes from what i am.
the only place where i can review what i've done , and how to fix.
and mix it together.
so i can create a new.
i still can't solve my rubix cube mind.
but to me , it's real.
all this , this blog comes from what i am.
the only place where i can review what i've done , and how to fix.
and mix it together.
so i can create a new.
i still can't solve my rubix cube mind.
i really wanna just like , understand.
i still wonder , if people open up arms.
increase the peace , screw the mainstream.
ahah , my hand is still here , to help you whenever you need it.
like a statue , waiting.
waiting for you to accept me.
increase the peace , screw the mainstream.
ahah , my hand is still here , to help you whenever you need it.
like a statue , waiting.
waiting for you to accept me.
a tinted window , only to be seen through the eyes of the wandered.
it's amazing how one song can change a mood ,
a sad one to a happy one .
i really like those kinds of songs.
they pull me through.
i can hear the sad memories,
still haunting me.
but only to run towards the light.
where i can find happiness.
it's amazing , still.
how people don't really understand me still.
a sad one to a happy one .
i really like those kinds of songs.
they pull me through.
i can hear the sad memories,
still haunting me.
but only to run towards the light.
where i can find happiness.
it's amazing , still.
how people don't really understand me still.
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