Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Never could to describe the passion within the sphere and the roses that has grabbed me for so long. It tears, allures and lingers the shadow that fades the evil inside. Love the way it holds my heart, stands on my sight and gives me loves when i need them. Five in the morning, i hear you with silence along the words that we wrote. Even you are million miles away, we could still touch the dreams that we have upon the hill and mountain. I would make love to the missing heart which endeavor its existence since the moon brights its shield to my lone night stand. Waiting for it to discover the jovial shape in my ruthless sky of love. For the tiny tempestuous and luxuriate world that we in now, trying our best to become the solemn folk with a joyful pain in gaining the vision of laden love. Spreading the wing within the clover wynd, never stops me from getting an absolute inane conforming to the stupidity street of society. Fills my soul with despair and tantalizing in-vibrant cynical words of fey. It is so like a river that flows between our feet and wave its back at us.
Monday, November 29, 2010
It is absolutely abnormal, in having those trouble, listening to those devour hiss and whispering that always haunt us in doing a seraphic moment of our life. It is over our head. Prevails us from enjoy and attach our side to the other. A disturbance, completely has driven us inane.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
It really lives among us, which collapses all the trust and truthful soul. What makes a lie become alive? it is so arduous that its like the soul complication in getting a breath. We do lie sometimes to save a soul peacefulness, we do lie sometimes to save our soul from getting to be used by a blind's man overreaction. But it is true when people say that lie is not easy that we could imagine of. Telling a lie completely will drown your tongue and soul and at the same time ablaze your utterances into something undesirable state > the unemotional speak. we speak as it comes from our heart and mind, but lie is a rattling shun the seraphic and upraise the ail, atrocious mediocre upon our shining complexion.
A lie allures its gentle sway beyond our ruthless mind. But White lie has a different story to tell. It could educate, nurture and detach the devour behavior to be a fresh avid sight. A lie may be portentous for some souls, but not for others if this kind of mindless code is not purported and streamed to the right lane.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Open minded? well, not all people can really have that typical character, trust me! they are just claimed to be like that, in the end, when any bad or rebellious story burst at them face, they just turn back on us and crack the relationship so hideously. What the heck??? i do have friends to share loads of things but not all, that is the first reason that i do not care to have a best friend because i know someday somehow no one can ever accept the real us (its a fact). its really arduous. The most portentous is that be as what we are.
Friday, November 26, 2010
I can tell you, cats really keen and lingers around human and they never got offended with us.. but sometimes, we just dun realize that we may harm cat's feelings sometimes huhu... anyway, its really sweet coz our prophet Muhammad had so much love about cats 2 :)
Thursday, November 25, 2010
As a benlian, what i can say is that there are so many ways that literature can be an interesting rather than a boredom piece - novel. Make it into movies, people will watch and absorb the visual ability of this kind of media, whilst a piece of novel has a different tale to tell, its more about driving one's conscious mind into a journey of ceaseless expression of laconic language.
Writers for certain, find their satisfaction through the expressive language and hoping that their pieces are to be shared through writing with their readers' unspoken mind... well, i got to say it frankly, i rather watch than read, and as a price for that, I have to write ! :)
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
It grows with vein and ruthless care…
I stood among the bushes of sleepless night,
Not my world to hurt you as well as mine.
It takes all obstacle and drops of evil…
I stare at the window waiting for you to come back,
Return at my shadow being during the stormy days.
It soaks all tears and sadness of craving earth…
I have love that is uneasy to describe like a rain drop,
Indeed your armor shows how much you love and care.
It yearns all gracious of every hope in this world…
I feel you in my bed and wishing night dream,
So beautiful and so helpless beneath by breathless heath.
Indeed it’s symbol the jovial shape of a being…
love to you like a froths that shiver within the killing heat,
Your love is like an empty frame that fills those roses thorns.
You make the sun drop its shine through my body,
Leave me a way,
Abloom in those tiny spaces of lush vista,
With these bleeding roses. The laden love.
Love that is count
I love you as I spend the rest of my keenness life.
You are what you are…
Being fragile in every step that takes us off.
I love as much as the confession of the lovers’ infinite desire.
I am what I am…
Love you so as the bouquet of roses petals.
In the gallery of your untie soul,
Seeking you within me, the inexplicable beauty…
Searching the love in you, the unfathomable feels that I have,
Is the Love that counts…
The friendship roots
Dear love dear unbreakable soul,
Rare but different that solemnly thoughtless,
Why would you wish if the sun has meets us both?
What would you do if the mist breaks the soul?
When would you think before we meant for each other?
How would you grasp the love between days and nights that evolve?
Dear love dear untouchable heart,
I would have known you if I wish it was true,
Soul that laughs, smiles and weeps…
We are stick in one root of soul --- the friendship tie.
Dear love dear fragile soul,
Forgive me if I done so much flaw in the reluctance tingle.
Love me as you could, love you as I would.
hold the sturdy lines that will never break the hours…
Of you and me, as one for all.
The friendship roots thus behold us from fell apart,
Where we are what the nature calls – the ardor bond.
One of the nights that I have with you
Love of the night… that is what I call you,
The rapturous beauty of you,
Makes me grow in the wild-flowed river.
Love of my life, perhaps it could be…
No farewell would I say to u,
The lips of the angel… that is what u were made of,
Fills my love in the voluptuous chaotic raging mind.
But no more baby… you are all yet a part of what I have.
I love you for what your soul is.
Come into me and lies your love between and beneath me and you,
When the sky high could witness the scalp of the hornet petals.
One of the nights that I have with you,
You shelter me within the unbreakable imagery of my homeless soul.
One of the nights that I spent with you,
You rupture my raging thought and break the silent of my solemnly soul.
One of the nights that I love you,
It is when I awake the dreams of breathing within the veils of your door.