I won't say much.
1. Didn't post for a long time, don't care, not sorry, don't care
2. Probably won't post for a while, not sorry, don't care
4. I just missed 3, worth it
5. You're checking whether this is 5 or not
6. Don't worry, I'm using the right numbers
7. You're still checking
8. You just checked again
9. And again
3. Here's your 3, happy now?
10. Ok, what was i saying? meh, don't remember, not sorry, don't care
Have a nice day
12. I just missed 11 ;)
Life Slackers
The Laziest Blog There Is!
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
Life
There is no Life in souless beings
there is no Life in what we call a stone
But is there something beyond our seeings
Is there something beyond solid domes?
There is no hope for those who cannot Live
there is no mercy in the hearts of the cold
I wonder, what if we are our whole to give
So that we loose ourselves and be tagged as sold.
Sold my soul to the devil
In exchange for some rhymes.
Now I am beyond your level
And all i hear is the heaven's chymes
Sold my soul to some angel
For the fountain of youth
Just an old archangel
Searching for the truth.
there is no Life in what we call a stone
But is there something beyond our seeings
Is there something beyond solid domes?
There is no hope for those who cannot Live
there is no mercy in the hearts of the cold
I wonder, what if we are our whole to give
So that we loose ourselves and be tagged as sold.
Sold my soul to the devil
In exchange for some rhymes.
Now I am beyond your level
And all i hear is the heaven's chymes
Sold my soul to some angel
For the fountain of youth
Just an old archangel
Searching for the truth.
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Saturday, September 11, 2010
inspired by Linkin park - the requiem
I see distortioned realities through the fires of hell
and the smoke of the sun. Reality is vague, everything is abyss,
what this reality that I truly miss.
Do I live in a stone, do I live in a leaf,
do I live the passions of a kiss.
Is it sincere whats there, the illusion of sin, I
s it really what was, is it real what will be.
Perhaps a adream is a way that we follow blindly,
perhaps the road that leads to nowhere, sadly.
Nowhere is here, everywhere is home,
I am nowhere and I want to go home.
For the sins of our father, for the sins of our sons.
May we burn in the fires of our lovely suns.
and the smoke of the sun. Reality is vague, everything is abyss,
what this reality that I truly miss.
Do I live in a stone, do I live in a leaf,
do I live the passions of a kiss.
Is it sincere whats there, the illusion of sin, I
s it really what was, is it real what will be.
Perhaps a adream is a way that we follow blindly,
perhaps the road that leads to nowhere, sadly.
Nowhere is here, everywhere is home,
I am nowhere and I want to go home.
For the sins of our father, for the sins of our sons.
May we burn in the fires of our lovely suns.
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Thursday, July 15, 2010
GOOD vs G[O]D and EVIL vs [D]EVIL
Who ever said that Gods are immortals?
That they live forever in a reign between portals
They are human, like any of us
They are history, they also turn to dust
Who ever said that God is only one?
That one is supreme and it has become
Absolute value above misconceptions
Perhaps the answer is within deceptions
There is an answer to all of these questions
One good answer, no more suggestions
The answers lie somewhere on the shelf
For we are the mortal Gods of the universe within oneself.
That they live forever in a reign between portals
They are human, like any of us
They are history, they also turn to dust
Who ever said that God is only one?
That one is supreme and it has become
Absolute value above misconceptions
Perhaps the answer is within deceptions
There is an answer to all of these questions
One good answer, no more suggestions
The answers lie somewhere on the shelf
For we are the mortal Gods of the universe within oneself.
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Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Imi place sa visez
Imi place sa visez
Pentru ca in vis sunt liber
Imi place sa visez
Pentru ca in vis sunt eu
Pentru ca in viata e prea greu
Pentru ca in vis pot sa zbor
Pentru ca in viata imi e dor
Pentru ca in vis pot sa iubesc
Pentru ca in viata, clipe cersesc
Imi place sa visez
Pentru ca in vis sunt fericit
Imi place sa visez
Pentru ca in vis pot sa imbratisez
Pentru ca in viata, prea des sfidez
Pentru ca in vis pot necontenit sa zambesc
Pentru ca in viata, incet,incet tampesc
Pentru ca in vis, eu pot sa visez
Pentru ca in viata, nu pot sa traiesc
IliketoDream because in my dreams I'm with you
Pentru ca in vis sunt liber
Imi place sa visez
Pentru ca in vis sunt eu
Pentru ca in viata e prea greu
Pentru ca in vis pot sa zbor
Pentru ca in viata imi e dor
Pentru ca in vis pot sa iubesc
Pentru ca in viata, clipe cersesc
Imi place sa visez
Pentru ca in vis sunt fericit
Imi place sa visez
Pentru ca in vis pot sa imbratisez
Pentru ca in viata, prea des sfidez
Pentru ca in vis pot necontenit sa zambesc
Pentru ca in viata, incet,incet tampesc
Pentru ca in vis, eu pot sa visez
Pentru ca in viata, nu pot sa traiesc
IliketoDream because in my dreams I'm with you
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Sunday, April 11, 2010
I hate pens
I hate pens
I never liked pens
And never did pens like me
I always befriended pencils
Charcoal, as grey as it must be
I never understood pens
With their short-life ink
I always prefered pencils
With them I color life... white;blue;pink
I never was a pen
With just one continuous thought
I always lose pencils
I wonder what's for dinner
I like pencils
I never liked pens
And never did pens like me
I always befriended pencils
Charcoal, as grey as it must be
I never understood pens
With their short-life ink
I always prefered pencils
With them I color life... white;blue;pink
I never was a pen
With just one continuous thought
I always lose pencils
I wonder what's for dinner
I like pencils
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Monday, February 8, 2010
For The Angel :x
LOVE IS MORE THAN JUST A DREAM
Instant, that’s how love appears
Perhaps randomly from soul to soul.
It’s the entity of being selfish,
Desireful, dreamy, although nothingness.
Feeling the lost of eternal love calls fears…
Instant, that’s how feelings control.
Lean to the side of one’s mind, to discover the wish:
An ordeal of feelings that only souls caress.
I feel victory, at the sight of reject,
It sets me free endlessly, I vow to protect
Yet the number of loved ones falls
But only to show how much we miss
How to understand that love calls,
To all those forever lost in abyss.
Love is so much
More than just
a
. . . .
Dream
It’s hidden so such
One’s mind must
Say:
. . . .
Or so may it seem…
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