Who was lovedThere was a hopeThere was a prayerAmong those who followed the Beloved -The Mother, The Father, the child.They had a name;A name never set in stone.Death was too easyLife, too mucilaginous.Some say she forsakes the BeingsBut she loved. For thatMedusa would neverTurn her to stone.Above all elseThe FearOf BeingForgottenThere was onceA hopeA prayerThe lost.
Somewhere in here, there's a songI'm staring at the screen wondering where my words are.They're here somewhere - or at least they once were.I wonder if someone could save me from this.Or if I was doomed to fall from the beginning.
Blood TiesThere was once a little girl, the most loved little girl in all existence. One day, someone killed her. And everyone was sad. Everyone was devastated. 'But how could she die,' they all wondered. She was their heart, their soul, and without her, how could they continue?But they did. Because they had to. And they kept on loving her. Until the day they all died.
What they feelLove was falling from the skylike shattered strays of glass
Story Time for the Wicked ThingsYou forget that her life is lost and too much blood has fallenAngels die but love lives onAnd a fairytale always ends
Frustration in Her VoiceShe's held her tongue for so longShe's forgotten what to sayWhen the words seem readyThey get lost along the wayAnd when the letters start to make a soundIt's been long gone, the end of the day
Witch-EyesDeath follows her Witch-Eyes everywhereYet so does life, in her presence of serenityHer eyes, for knowledge, leave your soul curious - yet bareSo that her voice could take away all inner acerbity
Because I love youIf you were the sun, then I'd be the sky So that I may show just how brilliant you areIf you were the clouds, then I'd be the wind So that I could show you off to the worldIf you were the moon, then I'd be the darkness So that you could shine beyond meIf you were the stars, then I'd be the galaxy So that you may have a home to call your own
Kill the Puppeti wonder if she knowsknows?hahahif she does...i'll bet she goes CRAZYhopefully she'll be stronghahahcrazy...if she snaps...we'll have to kill herwe'll have to try to save herto save ourselvesto save hergiggle
Simdi Bir Yerlerde"Gün günden odamın şeklini alıyorum"ŞİMDİ BİR YERLERDEŞimdi bir yerlerde topraklara su döküyor kadınlarŞimdi bir yerlerde ekinler tohumlanıyorSazlıkların orman orman diplerinde karıncalar sevişiyorKumsallarda toprağa değiyor ayGüneşin hatırasına sarılıyorDalgalanıyor kumsalÇoban yıldızı gözlerini yumuyorŞimdi bir yerlerde deniz kokuyorKimsesiz köpekler ayaklarını denize sokuyorMandıralarda peynire, yoğurda ölüyor ineklerÇeltikler, sulak ama yalnız güneş ülkesiDerinlerinde tane tane incilerDerinlerinde yeşillerDerinlerinde bir tok toprakÇeltiklere varamayan sularDoyuruyor karpuzları, buğdayları, günebakanlarıKovana dolar gibiŞehirlere doluşmuş et et kalabalıklarıBu
Through the Mind of a ChildLast Night 6/27/08They are fighting again.A pattern is forming.I'm seeing a trend.The signs are alarming.Very soon their voices will raise -I am only eight and I am afraid.In the kitchen the tempers are flaring.They don't realize the burden I'm bearing.Mommy has shattered a dish on the floor.Daddy's fist has gone through a door.My mind tries to drift to a place and a timewhen we all got along and everything was fine.It's really getting harder to find.Father is angry and Mother is not kind.She is screaming at the top of her lungs -something about money, women, and drugs.Now his violence will be aimed toward me.If I stay still and quiet maybe he won't see.My little sister is starting to cry -she doesn't understand, she doesn't know why.We should hide in our room and play a fun game.And try to block out our family's secret shame.Tonight will be filled with pain and with sorrow.Hopefully we'll get to see the light of tomorrow.
day eighti. let down your guard i must admit; there is nothing at all that i find more becoming than a subconscious smile, than a door into your thoughts, than a heart free of armour. ii. like what i like i seek a symphony-saturated soul; rasied upon nocturne lullabies i search in every ( suspended ) harmony for someone who's searching, too. i seek a writer, reader, poet; who bleeds in melifluous metaphor and i'll fall so quickly for the wordsmith who crafts his stanzas with an infinity of careiii. cherish love me deeply, hold me; make me believe there's nothing else in the world. let that be enough.
VIRTUAL INSANITYReality your concept,of cause and effectCommon to your belief,of order and disorderA world of regret,of chaos and introspection
WastelandI use to put humor in my poetry,But every drop of funny has since dried up,Now, this place is a wasteland of memoriesWhere I dump senseless thoughts to rot.Some nights, I hear them screaming,At which case it’s easy to cover it upBehind the sounds of sirens and razor-blades.
Prelude Nocturne;I conjure the moonas dusk crests, a wave across the sky I am lovely and lonely in the night, shadow- shackled to the mountainsideand the mothsunfurl their hamsa-wings asmama calls me in.
The friction's in the fictionSurprise! Surprise!The moving imagesyou didn't even think were connectedturned out to be your life.I can't find myselfin those flashing pictures,but sometimes I catch a glimpse of mein the spacesin between.I was the one holding the camera.I was the guest you forgot to invite.I was the one you left waiting at thedock, clutching a ticket for a shipthat never had any intentionof coming in.Congratulations!You've stopped me dead in my tracks,but so what?We both knowthere's a millionth time for everything.
Sea-Salt Ice Cream RecipeSea-Salt Ice Cream Wire whisk or fork Wooden spoon Medium sized saucepan Medium sized bowl 1 cup measure 1 teaspoon measure Ice-cream maker or ice-pop molds or a cooler of liquid nitrogen (optional) 1 heart (optional
get it)INGREDIENTS 2 eggs 1 cup milk 1 cup sugar 1 cup heavy cream 1 teaspoon of vanilla extract sea-salt blue and green food coloring (optional)INSTRUCTIONS1. Re-arrange the letters of your name and add an X somewhere.2. Crack 2 eggs into the bowl and whisk well for a few minutes. A wire whisk works best but a fork can do in a pinch.3. Add the cup of sugar into the eggs and continue to whisk well until creamy.4. Heat the milk in the saucepan over medium heat until warmish hot while constantly stirring with the wooden spoon (do not use a metal spoon it will scratch your pot and make the milk burn easier). The milk should be right before boiling, but do not
Useful skillIt is a useful skillTo fake a smileTo put on a maskGiving others the lieThe sweet delusionThat you're OKThat you're happyBut don't let that maskNo matter how usefulBecome your true faceFor it is betterTo face the hardshipsAnd conquer themThan to lose your identityOn behalf of a lieEven if it is temptingEven if it is seductiveIt's still a lie
White Ballet ShoesEveryone watchShe dances in the meadowsSweet, white ballet shoes