it all ends here.all the years of dreaming and mourning loving and hating. it'll be bitter.forever. it's always how it is. but i won't say anything. not a word. :)

you are my DRIVE SO it WAS NICE TO KNOW YOU.you know i WISH YOU WERE HERE.i LOOK ALIVE with THE WARMTH you bring out of this SICK SAD LITTLE WORLD.LOVE HURTS i know,it's the CONSEQUENCE of wanting to be your ISADORE.I break like a GLASS on our TALK SHOWS ON MUTE.i am a MEGALOMANIAC ADOLESCENT in all of your ANAMOLY so don't give me your PROMISES,PROMISES because i'm tired of running around in CIRCLES.PARDON ME if I MISS YOU

so you had to stand for hours in the rain to get a ride home. you look back in the day and begins thinking its becoming one of those crappy compromises you've spent for a short deliverance. what the hell. it was well worth it.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days. -sylvia plath

I love you with a fire,
Ablazing till times end
But what good is a heart
When it shudders to speak....
-rico blanco (241)

but what good is a heart when it shudders to speak... -rivermaya (214)

we may not always be in tune,but we were hearing the same melody without the music.that's more than enough to make it through.

Elvis Presley - Love Me Tender (Lyrics)

The Seahorses - Love Me and Leave Me

the pupett

If for a moment God would forget that I am a rag doll and give me a scrap of life, possibly I would not say everything that I think, but I would definitely think everything that I say.

I would value things not for how much they are worth but rather for what they mean.

I would sleep little, dream more. I know that for each minute that we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.

I would walk when the others loiter; I would awaken when the others sleep.

I would listen when the others speak, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream.

If God would bestow on me a scrap of life, I would dress simply, I would throw myself flat under the sun, exposing not only my body but also my soul.

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hatred on ice and wait for the sun to come out. With a dream of Van Gogh I would paint on the stars a poem by Benedetti, and a song by Serrat would be my serenade to the moon.

With my tears I would water the roses, to feel the pain of their thorns and the incarnated kiss of their petals...My God, if I only had a scrap of life...

I wouldn't let a single day go by without saying to people I love, that I love them.

I would convince each woman or man that they are my favourites and I would live in love with love.

I would prove to the men how mistaken they are in thinking that they no longer fall in love when they grow old--not knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love. To a child I would give wings, but I would let him learn how to fly by himself. To the old I would teach that death comes not with old age but with forgetting. I have learned so much from you men....

I have learned that everybody wants to live at the top of the mountain without realizing that true happiness lies in the way we climb the slope.

I have learned that when a newborn first squeezes his father's finger in his tiny fist, he has caught him forever.

I have learned that a man only has the right to look down on another man when it is to help him to stand up. I have learned so many things from you, but in the end most of it will be no use because when they put me inside that suitcase, unfortunately I will be dying.

translated by Matthew Taylor and Rosa Arelis Taylor

all i want - staind (lyrics)

True love is not how you forgive, but how you forget, not what you see but what you feel, not how you listen but how you understand, and not how you let go but how you hold on.....-reposted from a facebook friends stat

people sell the drama while some flaunt it in sordid grace..others suffer in silent dignity and a whole lot hunt for divinity..we hunger for peace,yet were a cult for disturbance,we narrow down to being human, but we never add up to what we are

I HATE YOU!!!!!

judas

it's like taking the medicine for the wrong cure. or rather,it's taking the wrong drug for an aged prescription. either way, you still push yourself to suicide,though you've always known you're headed for the wrong turn.you know it's a crash. and definitely one which will declare you dead on arrival but what the heck,you've always waited for the collision.
it's a cancer.no,it doesn't grow on you.it's some sort of a scar the same pain had created and by some miracle, no it never was an accident thanks to fate and the willing you, the dull ache throbs, the scar comes to life, and the stubborn vein pulsates again-withered memories come to life,hopes of new beginning come creeping back..much worse than the memory of the promised puppy you never had..or the defunct amusement park you've never been to when you were a kid.
it's going over the same flagellation...with the faintest hope of salvation.and you hate yourself over and over again.
and you hate the person who brings back the same agony.the same salvation.you could hate the person like hell.they made you dead.ironically, only them could bring you back to life. you can,for several times, forsake what you had believed on. but the more you deny it, you're bound to condemn yourself to some measly amount of redemption. what with a few slivers of hope could contain you?nothing. in the end, we have to betray ourselves.