Just Floo

My heart rips out of my chest when I see your smile Then it burns with agony as it plum its into the poison from my brain I take a knife & cut it out to release my from its pain Covered with blood my black heart does beat Why won't it stop? Why the refusal of it's defeat? To let it live would be a nightmare in all my confusion, yet it still beats strong Why does my love feel so wrong? So... here I sit, black heart in hand Still living, yet dead & damned

If I had you in my arms right now, I would love you- With my clammy hand curled round your mouth, And a rusty knife pressed between your thighs, You'd have no choice but to love me back. If you don't like blue, I can beat you black. Just unlock your doors and surrender your jaws, Let me drill holes in your system. I have cutlery, I have nail files and butcher's knives. I'm dying for you to love me back.

Somewhere over the rainbow.......

fight against a darkness that I fear. My body is no more than a host for others who are lost inside of me. There are many lives here… but I know them not. I can’t control their actions for they are their own persons. I only know of the things they do and say through what others have experienced with me. They tell of behaviors and forms of speech that are not me at all. They fear the unpredictable behaviors they have witnessed. Some behaviors are reckless… drinking and self injury destroying who I really am. Then there are the innocents… the behaviors where children appear. There are also the fearless and angry ones who practice promiscuous behaviors. They all have names… but often they choose who they reveal themselves to and who they allow to believe that I am still who I am…. the real me… the real mentally disabled me. I would love to escape from this darkness of fear… this darkness that I often awake to only to find myself in some strange place or listen to s...

I I'll find you... In your last hour... I'll find you... Don't worry, i won't get lost... I know the way... I always know the way... I'll save you... Through pain and suffering... I'll save you... You're asking for what and why? It's pointless... There is no answer... I'm the eternal judge... I'm your destiny... I'm Death...

No one sees me. No one knows who I really am. You think you do, but all you see are the parts I have chosen for you. I redefine myself for each and every one of you. I modify and tweak and adjust to satisfy whatever lens it is I have molded for you. Or you have molded for me. By now, I have long forgotten. Nonetheless, I am more than happy to oblige you all.

Dear Myself It’s cold over here you know, did you know? It’s cold and I’m scared. very scared Somehow I can’t see myself in you anymore, did you know? I could before, my reflection was clear but now it’s not, now it’s clouded, now it’s distorted. It’s not me anymore. And it’s defiantly not you. Can you remember when the sun came out to play and we would sit out on the porch and watch? Do you remember? i don’t Can you remember when we would lay in bad at night and curl into the blankets together? Do you remember? i don’t Do you know how warm everything was then? How cozy I felt inside? It was because of you, mostly because of me, but because of you. Could I tell you one more time why I left? Why you left? why did you leave? It was those men. Those women. Those people. All watching. All scornful. All hateful. All cruel. Never understanding. Never seeing but never blind. i understand Those people who that couldn’t ignore me but could so gracefully ignore you. It was only when they stopped...

Here I sit with a blank sheet of paper infront of me. I can't think My mind is clouded with the painful thoughts of you. I can't see tears welled up in my eyes impair my vision. I can't hear my quick heart beats drum loudly in my ear. I can't breathe my lungs strain for air when I see you. I can't live because the thought that I hurt you is killing me. So I die with the memory of how you affect me filling my blank sheet of paper.

You're tattooed on my arm so that I won't forget your name. You're tattooed on my soul therefore life will never be the same. How could I ever focus with your memory in my head? how could I sleep at night with your scent upon my bed? How did I ever trap myself inside such a dream. Though this is all reality, nothing is as it would seem. You're tattooed on my arm to show I belong to you, and tattooed in my mind with everything you do. What is it that you do that gets me this way? What is it that you do? What is it that you say? Why do you do this to me? Why can't I just shrug you off? You take away my self control, and conquer my every thought. You're Tattooed on my arm, my mind, soul, and heart, to show that my love for you was pure right from the start.

When the one thing you’re looking for Is nowhere to be found And you back stepping all of your moves Trying to figure it out You wanna reach out You wanna give in Your head’s wrapped around what’s around the next bend You wish you could find something warm 'Cause you’re shivering cold It’s the first thing you see as you open your eyes The last thing you say as your saying goodbye Something inside you is crying and driving you on It’s the first thing you see as you open your eyes The last thing you say as your saying goodbye Something inside you is crying and driving you on 'Cause if you hadn't found me I would have found you I would have found you So long you’ve been running in circles 'Round what’s at stake But now the times come for your feet to stand still in one place You wanna reach out You wanna give in Your head’s wrapped around what’s around the next bend You wish you could find something warm 'Cause you’re shivering cold Bridge It was your first taste of lo...

Have you ever sick of Lesbian world? Sick with all of this rubbish. Such full of drama... I've done baby...

Seorang pria menduga istrinya berbuat serong. Suatu hari dia menelepon ke rumahnya dan mendengar orang asing yang mengangkat teleponnya : Pria : Siapa ini ? Pembantu : Pembantu pak... Pria : Kami tak punya pembantu... Pembantu : Sekarang anda punya, baru tadi pagi saya di terima ibu yang punya rumah. Pria : Oke, ini adalah suaminya. Apa ibu ada di sana? Pembantu : Dia sedang di kamar bersama seorang pria, saya pikir itu suaminya. Dan ibu bilang tidak boleh di ganggu... Pria : Sialan...! Dengar. Maukah kamu uang sebesar $ 50.000.- dalam satu menit ? Pembantu : Apa yang harus saya kerjakan? Pria : Ambilah pistol di meja saya dan tembaklah wanita itu dengan lelakinya! Kemudian lelaki itu mendengar pembantunya meletakan gagang telepon dan tak lama kemudian terdengar dua tembakan... kemudian pembantu mengangkat lagi gagang telepon... Pe...

Kenapa begitu susah mengatakan "maaf", "kangen", "sayang", "tidak suka", "mau"... atau "tidak mau!" pada seseorang... Pada seseorang yang (pernah) menjadi cermin dan tempat refleksi bagaimana hebatnya diri kita menjadi orang yang mau berkorban untuk sebuah rasa, pada seseorang yang membuat kita belajar menghargai waktu... bahwa sehari bersama adalah bahagia, semenit bisa membangun surga... dan sedetik bak neraka bila rindu sedang bertamu. Pada seseorang yang membentuk indera perasa ini lebih peka... hingga tak jarang hanya dengan tatapan, kita berfikir bahwa telepati itu benar adanya... pada seseorang yang mampu mengenalkan kita dengan diri kita sendiri... bahwa kita terlalu bersahabat dengan ego... dan berteman dekat dengan ketakutan. Hmmm... Tidak pernah menyesal mengenal orang yang menjadikan kita pribadi yang jauh lebih super daripada seorang mario teguh, hehe.... Mereka selalu menjadi epidose, jembatan, anak tangga...atau...

Somewhere over the rainbow Way up high, There's a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow Skies are blue, And the dreams that you dare to dream Really do come true. Someday I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are far Behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me. Somewhere over the rainbow Bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow. Why then, oh why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly Beyond the rainbow Why, oh why can't I?

Scars and markings, held as taboo. Burns and cuts, a worthless tattoo. Symbols of cults, of dreams and stories. All shall halt, no scars are drawings. Religious and worshipped, by the ones who are masked. Each symbol, a prayer, through skin that will rust. Through wounds, red bleeds, from veins of blue. To deform a story, create a tattoo.

Lenganku terbuka, menyambutmu dalam pelukan merasakan detak jantungmu. Berbaringlah di pelukanku. Biarkan aku membebaskanmu sejenak dari dunia ini hingga kamu merasa aman dan dicintai. Ceritakan tentang hari-harimu, aku ingin mendengar semua frustrasi dari rutinitas yang kamu sebut sebagai kehidupan, berbagi setiap detail, jelaskan bagaimana kamu melewati setiap jam saat kita berpisah, ceritakan tentang kisah-kisah karena kau tahu aku selalu ingin tahu. Biarkan aku menjadi temanmu. Aku akan membantumu tumbuh dan aku akan menerimamu apa adanya. Biarkan aku menjadi bayanganmu, mengikutimu dalam setiap langkah, aku ingin kau tahu bahwa kamu dapat bergantung padaku. Biarkan aku mendukungmu saat langitmu abu-abu dan saat semuanya tidak berjalan dengan baik. Aku akan menghiburmu, mencium pergi rasa sakitmu, memberikan saran dan menjadi petunjuk arah ketika kamu tersesat. Aku ingin kau tahu bahwa aku akan selalu berada di sana untukmu. Lihat mataku, biarkan aku membaca pikiranmu, menghapus s...

Me : Don't Disturb Me! You : But your toplessness is disturbing me¿¡ Me : Fine Honey, I'll bath in 5 minutes time, just let me have my sleep first ok... ! Tambahkan keterangan gambar alright Honey, I'll bath in 5 minutes time, just let me have my sleep first ok...

I came across this grief poem and thought that I would share it with you all, it is written by David Romano . I know that it is sad but I think it also gives hope and also helps us realise that we have never truly lost our loved one When tomorrow starts without me, and I’m not there to see; If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me; I wish so much you wouldn’t cry, the way you did today, while thinking of the many things, we didn’t get to say. I know how much you love me, as much as I love you, and each time that you think of me, I know you’ll miss me too; But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand, that an Angel came and called my name, and took me by the hand, and said my place was ready, in heaven far above, and that I’d have to leave behind, all those I dearly love. But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye, for all life, I’d always thought, I didn’t want to die. I had so much to live for, so much yet to do, it seemed a...

Once upon a time, there was a large mountainside, where an eagle's nest rested. The eagle's nest contained four large eagle eggs. One day an earthquake rocked the mountain, causing one of the eggs to roll down the mountain to a chicken farm located in the valley below. The chickens knew that they must protect and care for the eagle's egg, so an old hen volunteered to nurture and raise the large egg. One day, the egg hatched and a beautiful eagle was born. Sadly, however, the eagle was raised to be a chicken. Soon, the eagle believed he was nothing more than a chicken. The eagle loved his home and family, but his spirit cried out for more. While playing a game on the farm one day, the eagle looked to the skies above and noticed a group of mighty eagles soaring in the skies. "Oh," the eagle cried, "I wish I could soar like those birds." The chickens roared with lau...

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper . Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, Daddy." The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness. Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box...