tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930338702360896872011-04-21T12:41:20.630-07:00leihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17832960237650046974noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293033870236089687.post-87767392540885554202008-07-25T08:25:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:36:21.727-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIVU9FDtkcc/SInxZ2XW_kI/AAAAAAAAAAY/d6Was2TtI1s/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226974268932685378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIVU9FDtkcc/SInxZ2XW_kI/AAAAAAAAAAY/d6Was2TtI1s/s400/Image039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>sometimes its good not to sleep and face everything.. dumb dumb..</div><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293033870236089687-8776739254088555420?l=psychospot-lei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17832960237650046974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293033870236089687.post-67961581606991977322008-06-02T08:04:00.000-07:002008-06-02T08:17:34.642-07:00what is happening? Ive been seeking for happiness but it is nowhere to be found. Or if not all for a price. And the price is too great, too painfull. No kidding, happiness never gets tired of running away from me. Stupid!<br />Everyone in this mystic world is in search for this element, this treasure that is said to be free.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293033870236089687-6796158160699197732?l=psychospot-lei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17832960237650046974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293033870236089687.post-36904924251785509492008-04-30T21:37:00.000-07:002008-04-30T21:42:55.040-07:00well i am a lover. a lover of so many things. i am not to be considered a polygamous person for loving to many things for in the first place those that i love are inanimate objects. I do love my friends and that would not be counted foul. Why? who could tell me not to love your peers? Who in this world would not do such.<br />They make my vain world colorful and pulls me from bitterness. Refuge. That why i AM A LOVER.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293033870236089687-3690492425178550949?l=psychospot-lei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17832960237650046974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293033870236089687.post-62022667363033543022008-04-08T01:49:00.000-07:002008-04-08T01:54:06.925-07:00i'll forever be alone. got to watch the sunset on my own. things never came colorful. black and white, hues of grey. emblem of sorrows. marks of insanity.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293033870236089687-6202266736303354302?l=psychospot-lei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17832960237650046974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293033870236089687.post-46230208478632805642008-03-16T18:55:00.000-07:002008-03-16T19:02:26.387-07:00<span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">jealousy is as cruel as the grave</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">piercing to the crippled soul</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">separates you from life's sea</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">a spring of sorrow</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">in that depression have bee my sanctuary</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">in there the grey side of me is the safe side</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">i'm living in hollowed things</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">no sense a great waste</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">grief had been my heart's countenance</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">memoirs became cure</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">look beyond my misery</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">laugh over pain</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">the heart brats in anguish</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">emotions of mist</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293033870236089687-4623020847863280564?l=psychospot-lei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17832960237650046974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293033870236089687.post-26123831917139034162008-01-22T02:21:00.000-08:002008-01-22T02:24:38.104-08:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"> <strong>love grey</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"><strong> Shadowy yet Faint</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293033870236089687-2612383191713903416?l=psychospot-lei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17832960237650046974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293033870236089687.post-89525659120868630142008-01-22T02:14:00.000-08:002008-01-22T02:21:00.018-08:00the rain pours<br />the wind proves its strength<br />a great calm was felt thereafter<br />faintly the moon shines<br />dark clods in array conquer the night sky<br />no single cricket made a sound<br />neither i heared a bark of a hound<br />only dtroplets of water touched my sense<br />a sunder in my soul<br />this is the world of worlds<br />where man keeps silent as the grave<br />yet, peace have been so elusive<br />man like puppets, deaf and mute<br />justice a history<br />until eyes are opened<br />no grace for humanity<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293033870236089687-8952565912086863014?l=psychospot-lei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17832960237650046974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293033870236089687.post-30214063173350224492008-01-22T02:05:00.000-08:002008-01-22T02:14:05.057-08:00Making a mistake is inevitable<br />pros and cons, inseparable<br />Hell moments and downfall<br />intensifying superb mad call<br />You become a simpleton<br />Soliloquy had been your solution<br />digged yourself, thoughts you ponder<br />but vagrancy remained<br />You're a numb wanderer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293033870236089687-3021406317335022449?l=psychospot-lei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17832960237650046974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293033870236089687.post-22736549474180269822008-01-22T02:00:00.000-08:002008-01-22T02:05:12.251-08:00i caught myself looking at the mirror.<br />Seeing my reflection-my true self<br />i was filled with scars<br />These I know are marks of the past<br />once let me bleed furiously<br />pillars of foolishness and stupidity<br />Here remained with me<br />things once carved me so painfully<br />deceit and infamy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293033870236089687-2273654947418026982?l=psychospot-lei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17832960237650046974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293033870236089687.post-21203333978028634472008-01-16T02:06:00.000-08:002008-01-16T02:12:57.391-08:00I cant believe that after all what life thought me, it still found its way to let me experience pain. Too much pain that causeed my spirit to lose hope and even faith. No silver lining, all in shade of black and tyhen goes faint... now in Grey.<br />Everydy things get worse, it all makes me sick. In each area doom is present and working dominantly.<br />Loneliness, silence, indept cry had been my song. they took away the life, corrupted my fetal mind, broked my hearth. now all left is ME just me there crying in the dark. Trying to FORGET everything...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293033870236089687-2120333397802863447?l=psychospot-lei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17832960237650046974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293033870236089687.post-82602089985286027652008-01-16T01:50:00.000-08:002008-01-16T02:01:41.713-08:00the place is so wonderful<br />The aura and ambiance so cool<br />violets there abound<br />a paradise on eathly grounds<br />I was dancing to my hearth's desire<br />the joy I felt was an unquenchable fire<br />You and me, the most perfect thing<br />You and me, i have everything<br />Then i felt hostility<br />broked my silence and tranquillity<br />suddenly you were no longer there<br />Im losing you, its too unfair<br />You're so far, I cant reach<br />between you and me, a great ditch<br />a rear mirror of truth<br />a deafening mute<br />They took me away from you<br />put me into a elancholic mood of blue<br />seeing you afar multiplies the pain<br />i just can't untie from this chain<br />I can't stand it<br />life is ruthless<br />happiness vagueness<br />all seem to be a phantom<br />Why cant I be with you<br />why cant i be there<br />why cant i love you<br />why cant i care<br />love is obsurity<br />binds people so mighty<br />blinding them from reality<br />too BAD it is ALL but a FANTACY.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293033870236089687-8260208998528602765?l=psychospot-lei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17832960237650046974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293033870236089687.post-30846442489530992142008-01-16T01:46:00.000-08:002008-01-16T01:50:41.547-08:00I know when to aceept, I know when to let go and I know just when to HANG ON....<br /><br />Yes I am dying. I am now becoming a living corpse. Walking, talking cadaver. I should be past visited by my distant friends and relatives. Being apreciated over a pack of bisquits and a cup of coffee... or just maybe some sugar-coated candy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293033870236089687-3084644248953099214?l=psychospot-lei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17832960237650046974noreply@blogger.com0