blindfold her eyes

touch her creamy skin
tell her tomorrow’s anguish
can dispense with a smile on her lips

bind her hands
grip her wrist
touch her fingernails
and whisper this

‘your bound to my illusion’
this is your conclusion

yet now
he’s her disgrace
she spits blindly at his face
he holds on to her tighter

this image ripes from intensity
their souls are chained physically
one fights fiercely to be released
the other ferociously holds on aggravated to his knees

disaster will strike their chaotic bliss
they both end
before anything begins

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everything is going forward, but i cant seem to walk straight…i need a relaxation week to move away from the stress of school and other …. and everything was meant to be for those sweet and sour moments that unmask your emotions and test your skin….about week six into the year…i’m fused waiting to explode…

well then i better get going enjoy the poetry i wrote which sedates my nerves ;]

no picture cuz me and blogger are hating each other it refuses to load any of my pictures so we are on a break ;P

a book i checked out plan to schedule a day soon to get lost into it

my thingies that store my books…i love to put brochures of musuems and etc my pops gives me…it makes me experience beauty without taking a step…

i am mulling over many ideas, many concepts, many everythings…but no outcome is present, no pamphlet of accomplishments was published…i see a detour coming up ahead…should i take a turn or just crash into the construction sign…

life would be meaningless without the struggles so life give me more struggles and flavor these days cause last month you seasoned me all over with much tooo many burdens..this month i am the one begging for your miserable glory…

btw it sucks when you make the girge3an you get snipped by the cutter trying to flair that string into a ribbon without a good result ending up needing to redo everything to square one…

You made me wait so long, so long that
I got used to missing you
You came back after a long time
I now love longing for you more than I love you
—poem by Aziz Nesin

you picture me, i picture you
we tear apart
from our core to the edges
putting the pieces back together
with my tears and the waxing residue from the candle we left lit near the frame
for dying happiness and our intricate chaos
we are in bliss of ending without a begining to start
we just tore apart…

dont put me back together

click…dont pause.
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fyi: ;{ hope you like that short piece…. :}

i love this painting, love it – love it
just so serene, calm and soothing to look upon
dont recall the painters name but nonetheless, a work of art.

Staring Back at Me
…..
why cant i just forward this week and come to that night of seeming of nothing left

why???

physics,astronomy,toefl all of that bogus tomorrow
god save me

….

week three:

saturday: i dont remember you or me.
sunday: i’ll walk for your dawn but you settle at mine.
monday: in between days waiting for two weeks to go by without a touch of the next
tuesday: too much plans for a journey of tests next week..
wednesday: i cried you a river and you …

i dont give a damn anymore….so just leave me “out with the waste”

oh what fun last to be, september of all years no coming back to high school…senior steps getting closer to graduation… whatever.

week two of … nothing much

saturday– surreal moments without troubles & birth of my cousin 😉
sunday– dont leave me alone saturday, at least delay tomorrow
monday– a wrinkled sheet of loose leaf paper with ink stains
tuesday– your true colors penetrate your fake self..
wednesday– i’m too old for your s***t – so grow up!

week two of senior year oh what fun i’m filled with glee and disappointment!

bunch of tests for next weeks forecast
maybe i’m overstating things but thats how they seem to me this instant of a second

i try to mend the broken pieces that scored your eyes and tensed your smile but the glue isnt strong enough to mask your true emotions – you disregard my efforts and completely shatter……

till the next post …

**** ***!

i dont care if this offends you
i dont give a damn anymore
do you really blame me
just look around this world
no one gives a ****
people just walk all over you easily
but i stood up and
i’ll do it again
i’m a battlefield
i’ve earned my name
so **** off and do the same
*****