tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299167972011-04-21T18:30:49.642-07:00Inuman Tayo!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828982839522674795noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29916797.post-1151295185056052482006-06-25T21:11:00.000-07:002006-06-25T21:13:05.063-07:00I share my fate to those who hate<br />The colored lights of a Friday night<br />Where people meet to crowd the streets<br />And cover the darkness with booze and madness<br /><br />Sweep away O clouds of death<br />Unleash thy sheath and expose thy blade<br />Swarm the night with all might<br />And take away the air the they breathe<br /><br />Without a fight destroy their sight<br />So blackness rule their broad day light<br />And forever they will remember this night<br />And ease their pain with a sweet refrain<br /><br />Envelope them O sweet death<br />And may this night be a lesson to them<br />On life and all their plight<br />For in their midst will rise the chosen<br />With a deadly kiss of one who’s proven<br /><br />I share my fate to those who break<br />The piousness of humanity<br />For they shall spread the hate they bred<br />Within their hearts and with eyes of larks<br /><br />Destroy this night<br />O dark knight<br />For in them<br />I sing a hymn<br />To which I belong<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29916797-115129518505605248?l=spellbound-macoy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Inuman Tayo!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828982839522674795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29916797.post-1150690809621596582006-06-18T21:03:00.000-07:002006-06-18T21:20:09.630-07:00for a while now, i have been trying to write. i guess i shoud have tried harder... for so many times i wanted to create something that can be read and appreciated by others. but each time i start to tinker on my keyboard, i slowly drift into a world of nothingness... i place where emptyness fills a four-cornered room and i the center of it. this could have been a picture of by brain everytym i start to write. i end up staring at the computer monitor with nothing to express. yet, i continue to type the words, but it all comes out gibberish and out of context...<br /><br />well i gues words are not just words. they can mean a lot of things and they can bring out the best and worst a person a could write. writing without thinking could only mean one thing - emotions slowly overcome the writer's being. ahhhhhh, i wish i was that kind of writer. heck, i can write a lot of things when i'm intoxicated. alcohol seems to be my literary fuel. a nitrous injection through my brain that speeds up my fingers as they punch the characters of the keyboard. although it what i write is not always readable when im intoxicated, but i write the wildest ideas i could never think of when im sober...<br /><br />i guess that's it... im sober for almost 24hrs now... im sober while im writing this right now...<br /><br />well, i know there will be more of this stupid things that i write. and the next time, i won't be sober anymore....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29916797-115069080962159658?l=spellbound-macoy13.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Inuman Tayo!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828982839522674795noreply@blogger.com1