Saturday, December 22, 2007


خون تازه ای به این کره زمین می پیوندد
و به سرعت مطیع می شود
از میان رسوایی دردآور همیشگی
این پسر جوان، قوانین آنها را می آموزد
به محض اینکه بچه مشغول کشیدن برنامه می شود
این پسر کتک خور، کاری رو غلط کرده
محروم از همه افکارش
این پسر جوان، به کشمکش ادامه می دهد. اون می داند)
عهدی که با خودش داره
که هرگز پس از این
اراده و خواستش رو از بین می برند



آنچه احساس کرده ام
آنچه فهمیده ام
هرگز از طریق آنچه نشان داده ام، ندرخشیده ام
هرگز نبودم
هرگز نبین
آنچه بوده، نمی بینم
آنچه احساس کرده ام
آنچه فهمیده ام
هرگز از طریق آنچه نشان داده ام، ندرخشیده ام
هرگز آزاد نبودم
هرگز خودم نبودم
پس به تو لقب فراموش نشدنی می دم


آنها زندگیشون رو اختصاص می دن
تا فرار کنن از تمام مال او
او سعی می کنه تا از همهشون خواهش کنه
این مرد تلخ، اونه
تمام زندگی یکنواختش
او همواره جنگیده
این جنگی که نمی تونه برنده بشه
یه مرد خسته که اونا می بینن، دیگه اهمییت نمی ده
سپس اون مرد پیر آماده می شه
تا با پشیمانی بمیره
اون مرد پیر، منم اینجا


تو به من برچسب زدی
من به تو برچسب می زنم
پس من به تو لقب فراموش نشدنی می دم

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Here I stand looking, looking around me
While all around me what do I see
Unhappy faces behind a painted smile
Heartache and loneliness dressed up in modern style
Unhappy people living in sin and shame
Reflections of myself, life is no easy game

Sunday, December 09, 2007


Take me out, take me out
Far into the deeper water
Show me how, show me how
For I have longed to love deep water

I was washed up on the shore
You take me out in the water once more

Why you blue, why you blue
Did she bring you out here too
Wait and see, wait and see
The tide might bring you here to me

I was washed up on the shore
You take me out in the water once more

Slowly, I cannot swim fast
And I know, neither can you
We'll float, let all the clouds pass by
You and I, you and I

Take me out, take me out
Far into the deeper water
Show me how, show me how
For I have longed to love deep water

I was washed up on the shore
You take me out in the water once more

Slowly, I cannot swim fast
And I know, neither can you
We'll float, let all the clouds pass by
You and I, you and I

You and I, you and I

Sunday, December 02, 2007

“V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate.This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.”
Phew…you wanna give a shot at this?

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

my heart feels so heavy. there is so much pain. longing for something i know will never be mine.

Sunday, October 21, 2007


Dream, dream dream dream, dream, dream dream dream

When I want you in my arms, when I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is

Dream, dream dream dream

When I feel blue in the night, and I need you to hold me tight
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is

I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, any time, night or day
Only trouble is, gee wiz, I'm dreamin' my life away

I need you so that I could die, I love you so, and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is

Dream, dream dream dream, dream

I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, any time, night or day
Only trouble is, gee wiz, I'm dreamin' my life away

I need you so that I could die, I love you so, and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is

Dream, dream dream dream

Wednesday, October 17, 2007


just because my eyes dont water doesnt mean my heart doesnt cry...
its just that smiling has always been easier than explaining why youre sad...

Saturday, October 13, 2007

This is an open letter to all the girls (specifically the one a grocery store today) with the great boobs on display.

When you got up this morning and dressed for the day, I'm sure you knew that your little top put focus on your clevage. In my 29 years I've never been in a house that didn't have a mirror, so I'm guessing you checked one before you went out for the day. Even I look in the mirror every morning. That being said you had to know that your t!ts were going to be noticed. You have NO reason to act shocked when someone like me looks at them.

I will give you this, you are hot....like supermodel hot. But, that doesn't make you invisible to us normal folks. Your hottness does not make you superhuman, you were buying groceries just like us regular people do. The difference is, your boobs were on display for everyone to see. Once again, you had to know this. You had to realize that us lowly average guys were going to look at your clevage. When you dress to be gawked at, you have to accept that you will be noticed. Not just by Alpha Gamma Douche frat boys either. I promise that every guy who saw you today looked at your t!ts. The fat guys, the scuzzy guys, the gym rats, your boss, that drunk indian at the grocery store, all of us looked!

Now, don't take this the wrong way. I don't want you to start wearing XL Nascar t-shirts. You paid good money for those t!its and you should show them off like a shiny new Benz. Be damn proud of those sweater puppies! But, just like a new Benz, don't be offended when we stare in adoration or jelousy, be proud of what you bought!

You certainly can't be creeped out when someone like me hopes for a nipple slip. I know I'm not Justin Timberlake, but I'm not a fu(kin bridge troll either. Us Average Joe's want you to dress like you're mad at your dad. But, we'd also like you to realize that your great t!its (and tight ass) don't make you any better than us, just more fun to look at!

Here's where I get personal. Lean in close and listen up hot chicks. Every straight guy would like to fu(k you, but 99.99% of us won't rape you. That one out of a thousand is probably the frat boy you have a crush on...after all, he's the one with easy access to roofies. If you're going to dress like a piece of meat, expect to be drooled over. Your sneers just make you look like an unattractive cun+. When you give off that "better than the world" vibe, we all want you to get herpes of the AIDS and suffer a slow, ugly death. That goes for Paris Hilton as well.

Hopefully this has been a wake up call. If not, fu(k it, I'm still gonna look at your boobs when you put them out there!

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Love

We cannot live, except thus mutually
We alternate, aware or unaware,
The reflex act of life: and when we bear
Our virtue onward most impulsively,
Most full of invocation, and to be
Most instantly compellant, certes, there
We live most life, whoever breathes most air
And counts his dying years by sun and sea.
But when a soul, by choice and conscience, doth
Throw out her full force on another soul,
The conscience and the concentration both make
mere life, Love. For Life in perfect whole
And aim consummated, is Love in sooth,
As nature’s magnet-heat rounds pole with pole.

-Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Saturday, September 15, 2007

It all comes back down to the girl who sits with a pure heart burning with intention. She sighs deeply for all the love she received yet hadn't at the time really understood it's worth; for all the misunderstood good intentions of others and the bad; for those countless moments spent in self turmoil when a moment passed meant an intensity decreased and last but not least, for all those who felt like her, at the mercy of her doings.
You have to let go of the happiness when it still is happiness; that is the only way to preserve it. Sometimes we hold on to little bits of life hoping it would never change but the more we hold on the more it changes, and then it turns into something which is exactly the opposite to what we had. But we still hold on, and that is the memory and pain we are left with

From The Depths Of My Heart
To the queen of the art
To whom her Passion takes my mind
To hear her fantasy be my last
To see her wings that sparkle love
With her simple & clean i started love
With that first love i regained my light
With the colors i started to have sence
With keep tryin i made my ultimate love
From it i got all the favor of life
From it i were like in deep river fly
From it i joined the devil inside
From it i will reach heavens sky

This if for my favourite & ultimate
the special & miracle of our time
this is your songs in my words
the best regards of mine to you

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Seems like once you're strange, always you're strange.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

My love for you is a journey,
Starting at forever,
And ending at never.
"They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never ever the same."

Wednesday, July 11, 2007