

Perception of LovePerception of LovePerception of Love
All my life I'd been convinced That love was a necessary emotion But now, I am willing to evince That love is not worthy of devotion
I need not tell myself to try, anymore I hate the thought of pretending, furthermore
I now refuse to believe, That love should own me
(Chorus) You made of these lies A convincing disguise
Of a hope I'm supposed
To aspire to You'd made me accept A life I'd regret
Just for the sake of Your perception of love
How could they've been so cynical To


StoneStoneStone
We all know Perfection is a fairytale It's so clear Reality Is something else
It's plain to see If you're not careful You get burned It's black and white If you're human
You get hurt
(Chorus) I'm just gonna say Maybe it's better that way And I'll just forget
That you were ever here Won't leave a trace Of your memory in my head And I will remain instead Stone
No nice dress No glass slippers Guess I missed out No magic spells In this story To help me out &


Cobwebs on the DoorCobwebs On The DoorCobwebs on the Door
It's been a while since I've left home I'm feeling cobwebs on the door
And lately I don't see you here And reminiscin' on our past Made me pray that this would last But lately I don't see you here
And maybe, maybe It's for the best But maybe, maybe You got lazy and just guessed That leaving was a good choice That breaking free was a good thing
(Chorus) Baby be well Baby be sure That when you get back You'll come home to me
Honey I cry Tears fill my eyes Just come home


GazaJanuary 5, 2009Gaza
Hold them little one, tightly wont you, my suffering fingers your breath so short, your pulse so faint, you are hardly here
with me and I have no time to explain it is not the shade of olive trees that streaks your sunless face; it is not the red poppies of Palestine I see blooming
there in your breast and I dont know how to speak what I wish that it stung you to feel my salt as I push my eyes against your ragged jaw, that youd
scream the agony of your torn body as I pull


UnseenUnseenUnseen
Under the paint is paint a portrait under a patch of grass, and under that an unfinished
commission perhaps: a banquet amid ruins or half a winged Shedu guarding an archway over which storm clouds
once lingered, pregnant with malice and lightning before the revolutions heroes gave their ground to baskets
standing lustrous in lamplight, presumably full of casabas cut to celebrate the suicide of a king.
And under each delicate stroke we are looking for hints of a mark or a line, looking for litt
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I love japanese's vampires! *-*
-Vampire Knight (by Hino Matsuri)
-Vampire Princess Miyu (by Narumi Kakinouchi)
-Vampire Game (by Judal)
-A thousand years of snow (by Hatori Bisuko)
-Amai Kamiato (by Sakura Tsukuba
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