Mushroom Clouds

Mushroom clouds are forming

And the sky is dark and grey

Little children dying

In an age of hate and war

We can love again

Only God knows when

Help us with our problems

Mushroom clouds are forming

And the sky is dark and grey

Mushroom Clouds

Love

Days Off

Days Off

Friends

Hard times, for me, are a real proof that my best friends are a vital thing in my life. I really can't imagine my world without them, and i consider myself a lucky perosn for having such wonderful friends. I want to thank them for being, here for me whenever i'm feeling down or depressed. I want to thank them for bearing my shitty gloomy character, my stubborn mind and my crazy behaviour. Hehe, I know i can be a real pain in the ass, however, they have never complained about that. I want to thank them for all the good times we enjoyed together, all the best times yet to come. Your presence is like a tender tiptoe in my heart, a ray of sunshine crossing my obscure sky. Without you, i couldn't have been here, by now.

Special thx, as well, for all those who comment on this blog. Sorry about this gloomy atmosphere. But, that's me. And as Vladimir says in Waiting For Godot, a book by Samuel Beckett, "nothing to be done" lolz

PS: I will never forget Friday's chocolat ;D

My Vision And Me

From my window

I see moons

Weeping in tunes

Flowers poisoned

Stars in doom

I see dark skies

Embracing my muse

I see

An extention of sadness

Despair

Suffering and fear

A sore heart

A diseased mind

Begging for a cure

I see

A downpour of tears

Rolling down my cheeks

Tears

Like butts of cigarettes

Spreading the void

Consuming my will

I see

Self-mutilated tears

Trying in vain

To douse the flames

Begging for liberation

for self-purification

From my window

I see

Forces of chaos

Calling my name

I should not

let them wait

I'll give them

My psyche

All my memories

All my painful pains

I see

A girl

Standing alone

Wrapped in the dimness

Of her moan

Dressed in self-loathing

Plagued by self-destruction

Haunted by remorse

Meaninglessness

Shattering her bones

I see

No dreams

Hanged hope

And i forgot

What happiness means

I'm a shrinking soul

In an emotional free fall

Perishing for real

From my window

I see

No use

In shooting away the pain

It's an emotional abuse

Taking hold of me

I'm an incurable damned

In extinction

Meeting my own doom

From my window

I see dark skies

Embracing my muse

I want to

Run, run, run

Leaving everything behind

I want to

Run, run, run

Till i faint and die

Life is a long trip for me

Where ghosts of happiness

Freely flee

Life is a depravity

A sickness

A venom

Slowly, circulating in me

Hey, you!

Don't bother your mind

Tempting to understand

I need nobody by my side

Nobody to sympathize

Stay away

It's all doom and gloom

In my room

I'll pray

For my doomsday

Melancholy is my hymn

And i'm the tragic Queen

January 13th, 2008

Seasons

Autumn in me

Winter outside there

I am Autumn's gloominess

You are Winter's chilliness

And between you and me

A whole helplessness

Between you and me

A spring of uneasiness

Between you and me

Dying roses

A path of thorns

Between you and me

Unspoken words

Buried in bitterness

A persistent sickness

Between you and me

Summer won't be near

To heat up

Cold fears

Autumn in me

The wind blows my tears

Like yellow leaves

On my bleeding heart

You are Winter

Carelssly, showering my veins

With spleen

And between you and me

A Spring of routine

Between you and me

Laws of indifference

A poigant scream

Between you and me

Summer won't be near

To heat up

Cold fears

Between you and me

A depressive madness

A powerful darkness

A desert of loneliness

Lamentable dreams

Between you and me

Dying illusions

Hidden sunsets

Untouched skies

Uncrossed horizons

Dashed hopes

Wishes that won't come real

Autumn in me

Stifling my soul

You are Winter

Smothering my world

Between you and me

A Spring of sadness

And Summer won't be near

To heat up

Cold fears

Between you and me

An unbridgeable gulf of love

An unbridgeable gulf of hate

A holocaust of emotions

Between you and me

Closed doors

A twisted fate

A heart of stone

January 10th, 2008

Free

"Free at last. Free at last. Thank God Almighty, we are free at last"

M.L.K

Exams

Exams

08

"Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it's a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."

Macbeth

Shakespeare