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20 August 2010 @ 11:17
What it is to lose,
to feel empty and hollow,
you'll never understand.
Nobody here to listen
Nobody here to tell.

In this crystallized city,
whose pain fills me, till the brim
all the world is turning.
But I don't care
I can not care.

Unabashedly, I stand.
This dark, odd dream
I've been trying to live
won't leave me alone,
staring at every step.

My mind is pulling me
to the left or right,
she doesn't know yet.
How am I to decide
while shattering to pieces.

While I feel empty inside
I have His weight on me
and it's becoming trying,
to just stand on this beam
while I see nothing all around.

While I'm staying in this vault,
under a silky veil.
I can't be true-blue to myself
because of this venom
running through my veins.

Here where I am, breathing
-this run of the mill act-
feels like an old mission, I
don't know if want to accomplish.
So unabashedly, I stay like a silky.
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Mood's flow: artisticartistic
20 August 2010 @ 11:15
How did this two souls
so much alike in heart
drift far apart so fast,
in the blink of an eye.

One could answer it was:
'cause you denied ourselves.

One could answer it was:
'cause you were deviating us.

One could answer it was:
'cause you lied to ourselves.

And now we're We no more,
lost in a lonely, eternal I.
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Mood's flow: creativecreative
28 April 2010 @ 12:42
 They will laugh at my moves
that seem  clumsy and goofy.
It will bring tears to their eyes,
tears so different from mine,
this pain that eat at me.
When the circus come to town
their prying eyes will be searching me.
While I'll open my heart
they will laugh at my hairs.
While my smile break into sobs
they will eat candy floss.
While I walk through the end
they will search a new freak.
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Mood's flow: exhaustedexhausted
03 April 2010 @ 16:34
I live my day
with this loathsome feeling
in the pit of my stomach.
I breath every day
this toxic air
coming from the Factories of hate,
all around me.
I talk with you every day,
but my words are muffled 
by the acid in my mouth.
I wake up every morning
and nothing change.
Everything stays still.
Nothing disobeys the Law of Hate.

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Mood's flow: thoughtfulthoughtful
19 March 2010 @ 20:30

 I'm called an asocial
and I'm grateful to be one.
I can't stand to be among them,
but I understand what it is 
that goes through their minds.
All the pain they wanna give.
I see it all, even when they don't.
I can see their real soul
and wish I never tried to.
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Mood's flow: calmcalm
19 March 2010 @ 20:29
What's changed in yours eyes?
           -They had to see the world that mows.
What happened to yours ears?
  -They had to learn who's to trust.
What's different in your mouth?
  -She had to survive through lies.
                                    What happened to the you I knew
          -She's met the world
              (and she ain't liking it). 
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Mood's flow: thoughtfulthoughtful
02 March 2010 @ 20:39

In a crashed world,
would you believe?
Would you believe
that water that flows
is your own blood.
Would you believe
that shadow you see
is your own reflex.
Would you believe
that hivering dummy
is your own self.
Would you believe
in your crashed world.
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02 March 2010 @ 20:27
Feeling the ache,
from this cold sword
while I walk among the crowd.

I'm watching them laugh,
hearing their sick brains work
while all in my soul's dying.

I keep staring, in trouble
While everybody moves
in their smiling bubble.

I'm not in my world,
I'm not in my soul.
Floating, still I stand.
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23 February 2010 @ 20:39
I will Take you away,
when the time come.
I will listen to your plea
as the world end.


No explanation can be found in what is RANDOM. That's why I love it. Science is only another human attempt to understand the almighty Nature. The wrost we can do is try to bend Her to our will. The best and only thing we can do is live Her, understand Her, listen to Her.
23 February 2010 @ 20:31

If you could chose
what you'd became
in your next life,
would you go back
to the mankind
and keep beliving
you're Nature's lord,
till she prove you wrong
once agian,
for what it's worth.
Or would you join Her
and laugh in the face
of those useless, walking
flesh's bags.

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Mood's flow: indescribableindescribable