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posted on Friday, October 15, 2010 @ 10/15/2010 08:05:00 PM | back to the top.
A bundle love chucked aside
dumped with dirt, lies, and deceit
torn, broke, and burned

Betrayal was just the beginning
broke me open pulled my heart out
took it and ripped it apart

Of the things I saw and heard
nothing...nothing I believed
was trusting you not right?

What you told me everyday
"I miss you...I love you..."
I fell for your little act

I didn't do anything bad
yet I'm the one going through hell
the biggest joke pulled on me...

I feel broken
but where's that broken heart?
burned and dumped with dirt for no one to see

I will love you till the end
but we will never be the same
...no, not ever at all

to you...

...it was just a game

posted on Thursday, October 07, 2010 @ 10/07/2010 10:58:00 PM | back to the top.
Another attempt at tilt-shift...seems like I'm getting a bit better...


posted on Monday, October 04, 2010 @ 10/04/2010 10:00:00 PM | back to the top.
In the beginning, it was only my sleeve that got wet. I thought I'd just wait for the sleeve to dry, stood up a while and then walked away. But after a bigger and stronger wind with heavier rain pouring down, it stopped me from moving forward. If I get blocked by this unavoidable rain..I would lose the path that I have to walk, even though I want to run far away, I keep holding back. If only the skies would clear up much faster, then I'd be able to walk away from this storm.

posted on @ 10/04/2010 01:18:00 AM | back to the top.
My shot at tilt-shift photography again, not exactly a wonderful photograph to work with but I tried.




In the midst of the night
Staring into the dark sky
A full moon shines
It's my only source of light
Emitting a spiritual beauty
I feel its enchanting glory
A howl I let go
Through the realms it echoes
Lonely and sad I seem
A longing for someone
A love that has no end...

posted on Sunday, October 03, 2010 @ 10/03/2010 05:48:00 PM | back to the top.



posted on Saturday, October 02, 2010 @ 10/02/2010 12:25:00 AM | back to the top.
Whispering winds talk to me at night
Cruel temptations awaken the satan in me
Bliss, a feeling long lost, long forgotten
Envy me, hate me, curse me

Sitting through the night in a lost garden of eden
Looking at withered fallen petals
I stumble upon a lone blooming flower
Like the rising sun, it illuminates the dark

True despair transformed to new born hope
A cardinal angel spreads it's wings around me
Warmth and belief embezzles me from within
The beauty of life stiffens me up

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