With the big day coming around, I guess it's time to answer the big question: What is love?
Love is giving up every ounce of happiness for the rest of your life.
Love is giving everything, and getting nothing.
Love is looking forward to something you know will bring you down
Love is peeling off your own skin
Love is every broken glass, every tightened noose
Love is that thing that's always there, but never mentioned.
Love is that way of life
love is the scent of her hair in the morning,
that smile that greets you
that warm feeling on my neck as time stands still
and then finding out she's in love with someone else
but never caring.
Love is all those wasted tears,
holes in walls,
dissipating effort.
because that's love.
Losing the battle for power
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
90210
Oceans roared,
the winds howled,
His great wings folded as he replaced his velvet robes with his tattered and torn ones.
All around, those who wailed and screamed were ripped apart,
limb for limb, they were descended upon,
curiously ripping through their insides as if searching.
They whispered amongst themselves,
like insects over the fresh corpse
When He walked through, no one dared to ask about it.
They knelt with their offerings,
each one was swatted aside,
with the price of failure being paid as they were ripped apart by the tides of the rapids
As he looked on, lightning bolts rained down and water came scarcely.
There was no water here. The only water was in the rapids, and everyone who came close was torn as water rammed through their brittle bones.
No one complained here.
Their teeth were red, for they drank the blood of others to quench their thirst.
No one spoke against the brutality of it, for anyone who didn't watch out fell victim to the ravenous swarm.
As He looked on, he let out a grin and strode off.
Losing the battle for power
the winds howled,
His great wings folded as he replaced his velvet robes with his tattered and torn ones.
All around, those who wailed and screamed were ripped apart,
limb for limb, they were descended upon,
curiously ripping through their insides as if searching.
They whispered amongst themselves,
like insects over the fresh corpse
When He walked through, no one dared to ask about it.
They knelt with their offerings,
each one was swatted aside,
with the price of failure being paid as they were ripped apart by the tides of the rapids
As he looked on, lightning bolts rained down and water came scarcely.
There was no water here. The only water was in the rapids, and everyone who came close was torn as water rammed through their brittle bones.
No one complained here.
Their teeth were red, for they drank the blood of others to quench their thirst.
No one spoke against the brutality of it, for anyone who didn't watch out fell victim to the ravenous swarm.
As He looked on, he let out a grin and strode off.
Losing the battle for power
Saturday, February 6, 2010
7/2/10
Valentines is comin up, and it's coming only marks another year of loneliness.
Dammit, i need something better to do.
Losing the battle for power
Dammit, i need something better to do.
Losing the battle for power
Friday, February 5, 2010
5/2/10
confession time. I feel lonely. i need to get out soon. regardless of the stares.
Losing the battle for power
Losing the battle for power
Thursday, February 4, 2010
4/2/9
I think clarity is needed for the present state of things. so here are the facts:
-No, it was not a suicide attempt. I may be self-loathing, but i'm narssicistic enough to not kill myself.
-No. it was not a dare or a competition. I was not trying to be 'heroic' or anything.
-The truth: Have you ever been tired of your life?
everything's exactly the same. same routine, until you can count the time until something happens. Well, that's how I feel, everyday. I'm sorry I worried you guys, but sometimes the only way out ofa routine is to break it
Gravity hurts
-No, it was not a suicide attempt. I may be self-loathing, but i'm narssicistic enough to not kill myself.
-No. it was not a dare or a competition. I was not trying to be 'heroic' or anything.
-The truth: Have you ever been tired of your life?
everything's exactly the same. same routine, until you can count the time until something happens. Well, that's how I feel, everyday. I'm sorry I worried you guys, but sometimes the only way out ofa routine is to break it
Gravity hurts
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
3/2/10
seriously guys, i freaking love you all right now. not only do you put up with my stupidity every day, you put up with my barking orders and verbal abuse.
<3
Amirul out
<3
Amirul out
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
2/2/10
Wow. The smart people have high standards.
Oh well, Amirul. MOVE LIKE YOU GOT A PURPOSE
Hmm. No poetic rant today. Stuck for ideas for the big Vday. Hrrrmm.
Losing the battle for power
Oh well, Amirul. MOVE LIKE YOU GOT A PURPOSE
Hmm. No poetic rant today. Stuck for ideas for the big Vday. Hrrrmm.
Losing the battle for power
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