I woke up today
With a silenced mind
Looked in the mirror and
And realized that
I am not me anymore ( )
Who am I?
The bitter? The wanted?
The liar? The lover?
The crazy? The happy?
The evil? The angel?
Identity is falling off
I can’t remember who we are
Why we’re here ?
Or what is all about?
Give me a reason?
She wrote a selfbiography
Contained many words
But all lies or hopes
She believes
To be the truth (but they’re not)
Who is she?
The mad one? The teaser?
The light? The dark?
The lonely? The lovely?
The depressed? The angst one?
Identity is falling off
I can’t remember who we are
Why were here ?
O
Madness and insanity #01 by EgoRequiem, literature
Literature
Madness and insanity #01
She opens up her eyes
And Texts me a kiss
A smile and a hug
Good ways to wake up
Then she went to eat
With the family
She got in a fight
Now she’s disturbed
Drove around inside her car
Music turned up
Singing her heart out
Music therapy
Some hate tweets on her TL
I think they are about me
Her mask is back on
To fight the world
I know you’re insane
But you know I don’t care
I don’t want you…. to end up all alone……..
End up in pain
And I know you’re gone
I still want you home
I love you
Then she calls me
And desperately says
She needs me with her
To ease up her pain
She says that
candles
I lit a candle and pray for hope
I knelt down and bowed down
Said a little mumbling prayer
no one understands
A cold wind blew the candle shut
a tear came down here eye
Ash and dusk to carry on
She sighs
He put a hoodie over his head
and pretend to be alone
searching for a presence
feeling lost
a Shot man from the corner
stares at a crucifix
wondering if to believe
while he bleeds and cries
47 hours ago all was fine
she was at the top
but rarely do they know
all changes
He stared with weary eyes
all swallowed from tears
Exhausted from the pain
now sleep
My faith is running low
My heart is almost gone
my soul is elsewher
Another corny love song
And when you gave me your hugs
you took your time made them good
Hold in tight afraid to let go
I think I want to keep you
here and there, besides
With every single brush or touch
with skin or clothes I get aroused
It's so good to be around you
feeling like there's no one
else around, because I
I promised I won't kiss you
But I failed and because I miss you
and then you breathe into my neck
while I held you close
And I felt no remorse, because I
Love you
and everysingle touch
feels like It
ought to
And then you fell sleep
I couldn't help but watch you still
in perfect peace without disturb
and then I close
"Rain, I hate rain" He complained how could a beautiful day turn so sour so fast. He knew that his expensive clothes are not tailored to withstand the harsh rain. He looked at 5th Avenue and there was a very long way home. But the rain kept pouring down. All he could do is either take a taxi or a subway. The taxi would take ages but he could take his weapons the metro didn't have that advantage. The sky was thick and grey; this rain would not stop for hours.
"Fine, I'll take a fucking Cab" the yellow cab showed up in no time, he got inside and the driver was a black woman with a southern accent. She asked where should she go, he reply his lo
Subway light tunnel
7:45 am (Going outside the subway)
It´s a sunny day here at NYC, the sun in blinding but there is a nice cold temperature (10°C). I walk down this dark alley, time to go to work. Suddenly the light glares at my face, revealing a Carnival at the end of the alley. I hate carrying this suitcase. The people, the crowds they definitely overwhelm me, walking through crowds with the big suitcase it´s not really my idea of fun. You get bumped, stepped on, pushed, etc. A little kind bumps the briefcase ¨Sorry Mister¨ I hate kids and I am not that old. Getting around crowds it never easy, but I manage OK
Finally out of the crowd
The limitless words within a language
constructs through literary forms on enlightment
the syllables forming images and emotions
building meaning with every simposium
The surreal nexus into the mind
extracting ideas that entwine
little by little making sense (given time)
of all of these words that may not rhyme
The lyrical longevity of Ideas
composing every single of the manias
reflecting fears and insanity
writing the language of spirit
The ideas and thoughts that remain
not right or wrong but entertain
The affectionous love that tempts
the tease of ideas of might have beens
The million possibilities that are
too many even t
And in this bitter night,
We come and wish upon that plight,
Have you forgotten what it's like?
To live with the judgment of a scythe
We all are but mortal men,
Looking for meaning upon sights,
But If we try to look behind,
These walls we may break and bend
And even if we try and pretend,
This reality will come and chase,
These dreams that should pursue,
Instead of living halved lives
And incomplete loves,
Of things we wish to say,
Bit your wall stands in the way,
Of all the things are may amend,
Can we just pretend?
You know all the things, I've left unsaid,
But show none the less,
To trial and error, upon w
I woke up today
With a silenced mind
Looked in the mirror and
And realized that
I am not me anymore ( )
Who am I?
The bitter? The wanted?
The liar? The lover?
The crazy? The happy?
The evil? The angel?
Identity is falling off
I can’t remember who we are
Why we’re here ?
Or what is all about?
Give me a reason?
She wrote a selfbiography
Contained many words
But all lies or hopes
She believes
To be the truth (but they’re not)
Who is she?
The mad one? The teaser?
The light? The dark?
The lonely? The lovely?
The depressed? The angst one?
Identity is falling off
I can’t remember who we are
Why were here ?
O
Madness and insanity #01 by EgoRequiem, literature
Literature
Madness and insanity #01
She opens up her eyes
And Texts me a kiss
A smile and a hug
Good ways to wake up
Then she went to eat
With the family
She got in a fight
Now she’s disturbed
Drove around inside her car
Music turned up
Singing her heart out
Music therapy
Some hate tweets on her TL
I think they are about me
Her mask is back on
To fight the world
I know you’re insane
But you know I don’t care
I don’t want you…. to end up all alone……..
End up in pain
And I know you’re gone
I still want you home
I love you
Then she calls me
And desperately says
She needs me with her
To ease up her pain
She says that
candles
I lit a candle and pray for hope
I knelt down and bowed down
Said a little mumbling prayer
no one understands
A cold wind blew the candle shut
a tear came down here eye
Ash and dusk to carry on
She sighs
He put a hoodie over his head
and pretend to be alone
searching for a presence
feeling lost
a Shot man from the corner
stares at a crucifix
wondering if to believe
while he bleeds and cries
47 hours ago all was fine
she was at the top
but rarely do they know
all changes
He stared with weary eyes
all swallowed from tears
Exhausted from the pain
now sleep
My faith is running low
My heart is almost gone
my soul is elsewher
Another corny love song
And when you gave me your hugs
you took your time made them good
Hold in tight afraid to let go
I think I want to keep you
here and there, besides
With every single brush or touch
with skin or clothes I get aroused
It's so good to be around you
feeling like there's no one
else around, because I
I promised I won't kiss you
But I failed and because I miss you
and then you breathe into my neck
while I held you close
And I felt no remorse, because I
Love you
and everysingle touch
feels like It
ought to
And then you fell sleep
I couldn't help but watch you still
in perfect peace without disturb
and then I close
"Rain, I hate rain" He complained how could a beautiful day turn so sour so fast. He knew that his expensive clothes are not tailored to withstand the harsh rain. He looked at 5th Avenue and there was a very long way home. But the rain kept pouring down. All he could do is either take a taxi or a subway. The taxi would take ages but he could take his weapons the metro didn't have that advantage. The sky was thick and grey; this rain would not stop for hours.
"Fine, I'll take a fucking Cab" the yellow cab showed up in no time, he got inside and the driver was a black woman with a southern accent. She asked where should she go, he reply his lo
Subway light tunnel
7:45 am (Going outside the subway)
It´s a sunny day here at NYC, the sun in blinding but there is a nice cold temperature (10°C). I walk down this dark alley, time to go to work. Suddenly the light glares at my face, revealing a Carnival at the end of the alley. I hate carrying this suitcase. The people, the crowds they definitely overwhelm me, walking through crowds with the big suitcase it´s not really my idea of fun. You get bumped, stepped on, pushed, etc. A little kind bumps the briefcase ¨Sorry Mister¨ I hate kids and I am not that old. Getting around crowds it never easy, but I manage OK
Finally out of the crowd
The limitless words within a language
constructs through literary forms on enlightment
the syllables forming images and emotions
building meaning with every simposium
The surreal nexus into the mind
extracting ideas that entwine
little by little making sense (given time)
of all of these words that may not rhyme
The lyrical longevity of Ideas
composing every single of the manias
reflecting fears and insanity
writing the language of spirit
The ideas and thoughts that remain
not right or wrong but entertain
The affectionous love that tempts
the tease of ideas of might have beens
The million possibilities that are
too many even t
And in this bitter night,
We come and wish upon that plight,
Have you forgotten what it's like?
To live with the judgment of a scythe
We all are but mortal men,
Looking for meaning upon sights,
But If we try to look behind,
These walls we may break and bend
And even if we try and pretend,
This reality will come and chase,
These dreams that should pursue,
Instead of living halved lives
And incomplete loves,
Of things we wish to say,
Bit your wall stands in the way,
Of all the things are may amend,
Can we just pretend?
You know all the things, I've left unsaid,
But show none the less,
To trial and error, upon w
I love it when you wake in the morning, sleepy-faced, eyes unadjusted. How not every hair is always in place. The way your eyes crinkle, opening wide and then squinting again, as you try to focus. How you still have this dreamy expression on if you're still tired. When you try hard not to yawn in front of me, and then when you do, you smile guiltily.
I love spending the whole day with you. How your face becomes so animated in conversation. When you get excited over something your whole face lights up. How I can make you smile so much. Your lips seeming to curl up on their own. When I can say the corniest o
Heartbeat To Heartbeat by OctoberAzriel, literature
Literature
Heartbeat To Heartbeat
Palm to palm...
The rain washed over us. The kind of rain that soaks through all the layers. Settling deep within you. Cleanses the soul. And here we are, in nothing more than night clothes, fingers laced, eyes closed, standing in the rain.
Body to body...
Every sense was attuned to the growing proximity. Drunk off the very nearness of you. Aware of the building heat between us as we huddled closer for warmth. Arms tangled around eachother, cheeks pink, grinning. Not needing to speak. Content.
Breath to breath...
Evidence of our laughter fogging the air between us. Wispy trails of steam in the cold night. So many breaths and yet my lungs
I can be the one to play the fool for you
So honey, no more crying, dry your tears
There's nothing at all that I wouldn't do
Hang in there it's just a few more years
I'd do anything for you, you know I would
And I'd play the fool if only for a smile
I'd move the earth for you, dear, if I could
Stay, here, in my arms now for a while
Let sweet slumber take you over, I am here
Darling, lay your head down, rest your eyes
I'll play the knight and chase away your fear
I'd be your angel watching til you rise
And I'll trek the many miles if you ask me
I'd take the pain and sorrow as my own
I'd make everything alright, as it should be
G
The Dance Of The Moth by OctoberAzriel, literature
Literature
The Dance Of The Moth
Few have ever witnessed the dancing of the moth
When he flits across the ceiling in the night
A most magical scene as he dances back and forth
And he's never lacking elegance in flight
As he swoops and twirls to a song all his own
A song, of which, us humans will never hear
And at first glance he appears to dance alone
A closer look reveals that something's there
Once he had a partner he loved with all his heart
And when she passed she left a piece behind
For their souls could not bear to ever have to part
So she left her shadow there for him to find
For this serenade's designed not for one but two
It's a tribute for the lovers o
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Matrix
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JRR Tolkien
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Metroid
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Wii360
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Hey dear friends:
I know I´ve been absent for a very long time, I´d like to hear from you, what have you been up to. There are several of you who were going through some tough times, I hope you worked everything out.
I leave you my twitter account : xamuzaran (I am there almost all the time)
My Facebook page: Animania https://www.facebook.com/ANIMAN1A
My blogs pages: LossOfSynchronicity http://lossofsinchronicity.wordpress.com/
and Mind Renaissance http://endlessnocturna.wordpress.com/
My soundcloud page : http://soundcloud.com/jorgeayau
Im still tryin to co
Day One:
Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Complete.
Day Two:
Nine things about yourself.
Complete.
Day Three:
Eight ways to win your heart.
Complete.
Day Four:
Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five:
Six things you wish you'd never done.
Day Six:
Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever).
Day Seven:
Four turn offs.
Day Eight:
Three turn ons.
Day Nine:
Two events/actions that describe your life right now.
Day Ten:
One confession.
I love the song and it means so much to me!
I´ve been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I�ve come to believe my souls on the other side.
Oh the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
To sharp to put back together.
To small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
If I try to touch her,
And I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no more.
Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well.
Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child.
Lie to me,
Convince me that I�ve been sick forever.
And all of this,
Will make sense when I get better.
I know the difference,
It's been really long, but the truth is part of me really needs this, so even though I'm not HERE all the time , you can talk to me!! I do check the messages and stuff
Sometimes i keep questioning my friendships, but i guess that is normal! I´m OK!! how you´ve been? seems you had a bad week or so? you ok? anything you want to talk about?
I'm doing alright. I actually only had a bad weekend but that's all straightened out. Feeling pretty good. And college is going well. All in all I'm pretty happy.