tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44563477765497691842012-02-16T19:15:06.209-08:00These pages ...are the summary of all the lies I have collected over the years in my life.Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-69602012763925637622009-07-22T19:16:00.001-07:002009-07-22T19:16:59.840-07:00<p>&#160;</p> <p align="justify">The following is a part of the past that’s long lost. You can say it’s akin to one of those faded photographs that pop out of a book when you clean your closet.</p> <p>………….. </p> <p>&#160;</p> <p>I am the sun, I am the shadow that is screaming to the air… <br />I am the fallen angel, the one who fell in love with you… <br />You shut your mouth and then you can perhaps say… <br />It seems I like doing the things the wrong way… <br />Incomplete as it may seem, I have nothing more to say…</p> <p>I go about looking for things, I know are not there… <br />I am the sun, I search my own shadow… <br />I am a shadow yet I look for my own halo… <br />In the end I give up, I go home… <br /></p> <br /> <p>How can you say, I do the things the wrong way… <br />Everything is just the way it should be… Why am I still hungry, still like water… <br />You shut your eyes and then you can perhaps see… <br />How it feels to know that you can never be free… <br /></p> <br /> <p>The music will die out soon, the winds will become still… <br />The mist will clear someday, the rains will cease… <br />Even then, the water shall flow… <br />Not within me, I am too cold, I will freeze it all… <br />Maybe it will flow along with time, without me… <br />..... ... </p> <p>Why, I wonder it cant take along with, me....</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-6960201276392563762?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-73512576575095706882008-06-18T20:48:00.000-07:002008-06-18T20:54:10.638-07:00.<br /><br />One day as I looked into my crystal ball,<br />I saw you and I found my beat to stall.<br /><br />With closed eyes I searched for the one face I found dear,<br />Hoping, in all its grace and innocence it was still there.<br /><br />So far away, no I could not see the face,<br />But I knew it had lost the innocent eyes.<br /><br />Something in me silently wept,<br />Seemed like someone close had left.<br /><br />I knew I had made a mistake again,<br />A part of me lay bleeding, another lay slain.<br /><br />It was then I wished, if I had not fell<br />Not to my nightmares, not to yours as well.<br /><br />I need rest, need to sleep, but<br />There are nightmares I still have to beat.<br /><br />I looked outside, at the sun and sighed,it wasnt night yet,<br />There was still distance I had to run before they met.<br /><br />As the day rises anew, and the dark night decided to stay,<br />I yearn for the grace of you, I ask the smile on lips to play.<br /><br />My time slips slowly as each breath assures what I feel<br />To entrust into me, just once, I pray I kneel.<br /><br />If there is a chance to turn back, turn away, turn<br />And try not to look as I smash my crystal ball, ...and let the world around me burn.<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-7351257657509570688?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-64642568677406698222007-10-17T02:05:00.000-07:002007-10-17T03:29:38.584-07:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">The sun called from the hills, it was day again...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Reminded me I was alive, breathing and still sane...<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">With my weakened limbs, and battered heart...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">I moved out , moved out from me into the sun...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">A new sun had come, it knew nothing of my sad past...<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Laughed, tried to make merry, make smiles, make love...<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">I forced a smile back, thus lied to the bright sun...<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">The stars knew I was untrue, a liar, a heathen...<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">The stars were too shy, they never faced the sun...<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">My lie remained hidden in me, my untrue smile...</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><br />In me for a hundred years, and </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">a hundred years more ...<br />Until...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">My eyes betrayed me, they spoke of false me...<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Revealed my smile false, and the pain I hid in me...<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">They looked up to the sun and showed no fear...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">The Sun was furious, it blinded my eyes, blinded me...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WWFi0gcKxnQ/RxXjz8aJPqI/AAAAAAAAABo/koWNDzZERMI/s1600-h/in_a_manner_of_speaking__yes__by_spacesuitcatalyst.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 274px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WWFi0gcKxnQ/RxXjz8aJPqI/AAAAAAAAABo/koWNDzZERMI/s320/in_a_manner_of_speaking__yes__by_spacesuitcatalyst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122250632732425890" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br />The clouds called from the hills, it was raining again...</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Reminded me I was blind, calm, silent and in slight pain...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I could see nothing, Not the drops from heaven...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Neither the drenched forests, nor the wet plains...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">A face hovered in front, a face wet with rain and tears...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Eyes closed or open, the face refused to dissolve, it cried...<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">A face I had betrayed, a face I tried to forget, a face...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">From my yesterday, it found its way following a golden trace...<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">My limbs took charge, they ran a wild race..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Above the mountains, across the valleys...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Tried to get away from the crying face in vain...</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br />The Sun was a stranger now, the rain my enemy...</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /><br /><br />On a hanging cliff, I sat down to rest, to realize...</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br />From years till date, I hated the crying face...<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I learned to love a sad face, to make it my own...for..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">The face was now the map of the world for blind me...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-6464256867740669822?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-38872598995615013492007-09-03T07:53:00.000-07:002007-09-03T07:56:07.095-07:00<span style="color:#3333ff;"><i>Sighing gently,Walking down the silent hill..Thanking the Gods for the world around was still..<br />The morning mist clouded the air, was hazy..But the path was downhill, life seemed easy..<br />Conifers strewn, all over the mountain side...The squirrels take notice, run to hide..<br />A silent chaos ensued, I smiled...Hands in pocket, I still walked downhill...<br /><br /><br />The sky rumbled somewhere far away...A light drizzle began to follow me...<br />A light sob, somewhere in the woods...No,not again, I tried to run away...<br />A great conifer I could see...I ran from the rain, from the sob...<br />Under the tree I waited for both to end..Neither ceased, thus I ceased to wait...<br /><br /><br />The rain lashed on my face...As I moved out of the conifer...<br />I could still hear the sob...Why should She only suffer?<br /><br /><br />I found her sitting, head on knees...Her hair played in the wind...<br />The skies grew angry still...Showed no mercy, not to me nor to her...<br />She looked up, looked past me ...Rain drops pricked her face....she looked away...<br />Rain washed away her precious tears...but still neither ceased,nor her tears nor the rain...<br /><br /><br />Her helpless hands searched aimlessly for someone...Once I had held someone's hands...<br />I was afraid, too afraid to hold them again..."Sire", she called,I tried not to listen...<br />The pain still afresh in me, the rain made me cold..."Please" she said, I turned away...<br />Her blind eyes, searched endlessly.... I moved back..back away from her, back into time past...<br /><br /><br />She was lost outside, I on the inside...Her tears had ceased, the sobs in my ears had not...<br />I wished to run away, her eyes will haunt me forever...She will never forgive me, I know..<br />The rain still lashed me hard...I ran faster, the growing distance made me look back once...<br />But that was all, I cursed myself "why did you...", I knew the answer, yet chose not to answer...<br /><br /><br />A monster I had become...<br />why, no one knew</i></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-3887259899561501349?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-61086739985483220902007-07-21T00:02:00.000-07:002007-07-21T01:01:06.456-07:00<span style="color: rgb(132, 132, 0);"><i><br />Night after night, hours by the hour...<br />A swimming vision, fills my dreams...<br />A distant light, in the darker night..<br />Comes forth to my mind's eye.<br /><br /><br />A wary traveller, an unwary host...<br />Trapped by the moonlight outside...<br />In an inn, all by themselves...<br />Try to make the night memorable.<br /><br /><br />A foreigner he was, a local lass was she...<br />Undeterred in determination, he...<br />Unmatched in rustic beauty, she...<br />Sitting together, stealing slight glances.<br /><br /><br />She spoke, he listened, he spoke she didn't...<br />Nay, she was not rude, for she cared...<br />Nay, he was not shy, just scared...<br />Scared of falling in love once again.<br /><br /><br />His fears came true, he fell again...<br />She could hear him fall, she just smiled...<br />He spoke to her, she listened now...<br />To him, to his delightful words of adoration.<br /><br /><br />The night grew old, the moments passed swiftly..<br />The day marched on, 'twas his time for his daily victory...<br />She looked outside, the dark was almost out...<br />He looked outside, the day was almost in...<br /><br /><br /><br />Stealing a few glances of his new beloved..<br />Was just not enough, he wished to steal more..<br />A parting gift, a memorable kiss maybe...<br />She hesitated, he did not, he kissed she did not.<br /><br /><br />He stepped out into the day...<br />Bidding her a tearful adieu, he trudged on...<br />The journey was not yet half done...<br />He awaited for the night wistfully.<br /><br /><br />To rest again at an inn...<br />To have some good wine..<br />To warm his heart near the fireplace...<br />And to fall in love for the night again.</i></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-6108673998548322090?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-21742795289217834782007-07-17T11:43:00.001-07:002007-07-17T12:12:17.199-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WWFi0gcKxnQ/Rp0S_HjdTBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4SoaM33LkG0/s1600-h/wrain02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WWFi0gcKxnQ/Rp0S_HjdTBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4SoaM33LkG0/s320/wrain02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088244029567355922" border="0" /></a><br />Hmm, let's see this one is dedicated to the lady who makes cute things in doodle,teddies, rakhis, and a whole lot of other things.<br />This day has come for you once this year, shall come once again next year. Dumb, ne?<br />Wellz not really.<br /><br />You must celebrate today, resurrect the party whatever, princesses, frogs, devils all thrown in. Novel lines seem to come to me though, not chic enough. Just remember that this is day is yours, for tomorrow you will have year less to live.<br /><br />Yeah yeah blah blah whateva!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">bE ThE vERy BeSt... rebEL</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Walking on the pebbled path, she looks back once...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Looks back again, she smirks, she smiles,never cries...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Leaving a thunderstorm in her wake, she walks on...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">A little jump, a small hop, a tiny skip and she turns...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">She picks her fights, her moments, her glories...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Forgiving always, when I err, she cares for all...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Laughing out loud, she banishes the blues...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Stutters sometimes, mumbles to herself, for all she cares...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Words of wisdom she spills often, I just smile then...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Sometimes she plays, sometimes she seems broken...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Not yet a complete woman, a kid at times...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">"whateva" she almost always chimes...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Have never set sights on her...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Dont know if I ever will...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">A dear she is,</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> a coconut, a pumpkin for me<br />Just another rebel for you!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-2174279528921783478?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-1481317823422490432007-07-13T07:38:00.001-07:002007-07-13T07:38:49.712-07:00<i><span style="color:#848400;"><br /><br /><br />Meadows grow lovely, in the moonlit night...<br />The shadows grow friendly, when you rhyme...<br />I hear a longing guitar somewhere, it is crying...<br />A sorrowful tune, a smoother song, all lay there sighing...<br /><br /><br />As I rest in the meadow for the night, a party went on nearby...<br />A band of gypsies play their merry tunes, dance to them with joy...<br />I was gazing, gazing up at the sky, kissing the bright moon...<br />Unaware of someone, someone sighing at my love of the silvery orb...<br /><br /><br />Looking away from the shying moon, I found my stranger...<br />Bright jewels of eyes under a veil, filled with jealousy and anger...<br />I was not afraid, just a little surprised, slightly overwhelmed...<br />She covered her eyes, with her hands, dainty little things..<br /><br /><br />I was mesmerized, mesmerized by those beautiful eyes...<br />The jewels behind the veil, I tried to remove the hands...<br />I failed, I begged of her, Please let me see thee...<br />My eyes long for yours, please I beg of thee...<br /><br /><br />The veil fell to the ground, burst into a flame...<br />So did the hands, yet the eyes remained closed...<br />They were driving me mad, I fell to my knees...<br />Let me have your eyes, those jewels of the night...<br /><br /><br />She gave me a mirthful laugh, and said...<br />These jewels are blind, you foolish traveller...<br />Return to your moonlight, she is worth more, forget me, let me return...<br />And she opened her eyes once last time, turned and broke into a run...</span></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-148131782342249043?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-78271403283634348772007-07-02T13:41:00.000-07:002007-07-02T13:42:54.426-07:00<span style="color:#0000ff;"><span style="color:#008484;"><br /><br /><i>Smiling like a ripe sun, you seem to shine...<br />Crying like the monsoons, you seem to pour...<br />Floating like the wind, you seem to fly...<br />Is it just me or are you really nature's daughter...<br /><br /><br />Your fame spreads far and wide, my dear child...<br />Fear the world, it claims your songs now...<br />For your voice is too clear, seems near and is dear...<br />Don't stop singing my child, sing your heart out today....<br /><br /><br />Today is the day, tonight shall be the night ...<br />The only day, the only night you shall ever have ...<br />Waste no time in waiting my lovely child, sing now...<br />My ears grow old and feeble in search for your phoenix song...<br /><br /><br />I wish to stay with you, my child, my love...<br />To grow old, listening to your sweet voice...<br />Your songs so vibrant, so novel, I never get bored...<br />Your never ending songs, dear nature's daughter...<br /><br /><br />The sound of the raindrops, the whistle of the forest gale...<br />The lullaby of a young mother, the laughter of a couple in love...<br />The moan of a waiting wife, the chuckles of a new born...<br />The silent smile of a dreaming child, the smooth song of the rough waves...</i></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-7827140328363434877?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-60874858953069414182007-06-30T22:02:00.000-07:002007-06-30T22:03:32.241-07:00<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"><tbody><tr><td colspan="2"><table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"><tbody><tr class="row0"><td valign="top" width="100%"><span style="color:#0000ff;"><br /><br /><i><span style="color:#848400;"><br />Coming to me, the distance seems to grow...<br />Going to thee, the roads becomes narrow..<br />With an arrow in my chest, a bullet in my pocket...<br />I have come to wish you, wish you goodbye...<br /><br /><br />Swimming through the pouring rain, I have come...<br />Braving the dancing shadows of the night...<br />Driving all day long, I am tired now, I cant fight...<br />I need some rest, before I return, I need your lap...<br /><br /><br />Now it's down to this, I fear to ask more...<br />Alone in the heartbreak world, am ...<br />Am fearless, am heartless, It's time...<br />Time to castaway, I find my feet in the air...<br /><br /><br />I took an oath, I regret it now, I know i should not...<br />All the songs have been sung, they still ring in my ears..<br />I see a door now, for once it is not locked...<br />Yet, it seems I forgot something, I turn back...<br /><br /><br />I search for a locked door now, locked away from me..<br />It must contain the prize I seek...<br />Some good luck for my return journey...<br />Some sandwiches to eat....<br /><br /><span style="color:#c6c6c6;"> and a goodbye kiss</span></span></i></span> </td> <td align="right" valign="top"> <form method="post"> <input name="POST_TOKEN" value="E3ACE9A32D9EFCCAB0E60CEDF59B8268" type="hidden"><input name="signature" value="1R3dNi1yxzKVhqtczGc6zuXTb1M=" 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/>A wavering love, a wandering thought...<br />Plague me today, blind me, talk to me, numb me...<br />A voyage into the rough seas is called for...<br />Just you, me and the waves together...<br /><br /><br />Do you know how to love, I ask?<br />She looks into the blue sea, at the setting sun...<br />She smiles, looks at me, into the ocean deep inside me...<br />She dives, comes out with an answer, I already knew...<br /><br /><br />A silent storm creeps up behind us, was uncalled for...<br />But she was the ocean's love, the storm must meet her love...<br />A challenge she threw at me, to prove if my love was stronger...<br />I accepted, she flared up and tossed ,me into the sea...<br /><br /><br />Finding myself amongst unwary waves, running away...<br />Everyone was afraid, running for cover, diving into the sea...<br />Pulling me down with them, I knew not how to swim...<br />I knew not how to breathe underwater, I knew only how to dream...<br /><br /><br />Sinking beneath the furious sea, I closed my eyes, opened myself up...<br />I saw a smiling face, looking down on me, I smiled in my dream...<br />I was relieved of my uneasiness, felt light, began to rise again...<br />Began to rise in love again, and found myself flying into the sky...</i></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-7566100356651318692?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-80242742571136491162007-06-09T01:34:00.000-07:002007-06-09T01:35:01.877-07:00<i><span style="color:#848400;"><br />Ah, the sun is up again, time for me to retire...<br />For centuries, I have lived alone, fearing the fire...<br />This crystal castle being my home, my prison...<br />The fear trapping me in myself, it is my poison...<br /><br /><br />Lo, there is someone, someone at my gate...<br />Who is it, a traveller maybe, maybe a slayer...<br />My doubts never leave me, my doubts save me...<br />I had dreamt of this but, it was a nightmare...<br /><br /><br />Of a saviour to save me, to purge me of my sins...<br />A monster like me, cannot be saved, can only be slayed...<br />Slay me to purge my sins, slay me to make me human...<br />You who have trespassed on my castle, slay me today...<br /><br /><br />My slayer, my lover, my master, my saviour...<br />I cry again, pray why wont you touch me...<br />I am vile, I know, but your sword must kiss my neck...<br />For my sake, my love, slay me today, wont you...<br /><br /><br />Leaving me behind thus, with thy love...<br />you did not slay me, I await again for a fateful day...<br />When you love me more, love me enough...<br />To free me from my castle, my fears, my love...<br /><br />Someday again.</span></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-8024274257113649116?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-31660084893212622232007-06-06T09:01:00.001-07:002007-06-06T09:01:21.157-07:00<i><br /><br /><span style="color:#008484;"><br />It is raining once again, my lord...<br />It is raining...<br />Why is it that you are never here...<br />Why is it so?<br /><br /><br />Pitter patter they come down on me...<br />They wet me all over, I feel so wet outside...<br />I close my eyes, seems like you are here now...<br />I feel all wet inside now, why is it so?<br /><br /><br />A promise I meant to keep, I could not...<br />A word I gave, it was never meant to break...<br />Wise men have said, to find what your heart seeks...<br />Journey to the horizon, see the sun and land kiss...<br /><br /><br />I have started my journey, my lord...<br />My journey to meet the horizon...<br />But I have no heart to desire with...<br />None to love you with, pity me...<br /><br /><br />All I wish for, is to pray for you...<br />To pray you find your heart's desire...<br />Yes, I am in love, but I have no heart to love you with...<br />Forgive me this once, forgive me.<br /><br /><br />It is raining again, I feel wet all over...<br />Wet even inside, are you there my lord...<br />I can , I can feel you near...<br />What is the divine music that plays...<br /><br /><br />Before slipping into a dream again, I ask again..<br />Are you there my lord?<br />Why is that you are never there....<br />Why is it so?</span></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-3166008489321262223?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-78056083139167032802007-06-06T08:59:00.000-07:002007-06-06T09:00:15.219-07:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Trudging down the memory lane...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I searched for the last smile I remembered...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I watched it all unwind, unfold again, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">All through the night...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The smile was hidden beneath the debris...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Of tears, of broken hearts, of untold misery.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Digging into the lost days, the sun lit months...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I find myself back again, back at home...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I see an insect trapped in amber, I burn in envy...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I see in the mirror, the insect is there again...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I smile again.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The summer melts the amber, frees the insect...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Traps me again in the dark chamber...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Opening my eyes I find the dawn had cracked...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Yet once again, to darken my memory lane...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Yes it was morning again.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Buenos Dias again.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-7805608313916703280?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-69291821183671768642007-06-02T18:47:00.001-07:002007-06-02T18:47:52.676-07:00I think I now know, its time to flow...<br />To wait and watch would be too slow...<br />If you think I do not know, say it to me...<br />It is time already, To save me from me...<br /><br /><br />Voices voices all around, inside of me, outside of me...<br />To hold myself within would be a sin...<br />To be free is a long lost dream...<br />Help me if you can, save me from me...<br /><br /><br />I have been around for long now...<br />A homeless not knowing a home...<br />A nomad not knowing his destiny...<br />Not knowing, not sure, if you can save me from me...<br /><br /><br />When you are not, I chase after you...<br />When you are around, I chase your shadow...<br />Remind me again to plead guilty, when my time comes...<br />Until then will you just,<br /><br /><span style="color:#9c9c9c;"> save me from me...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-6929182118367176864?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-41311248400968532692007-05-14T03:11:00.000-07:002007-05-14T03:13:53.994-07:00<p class="MsoNormal">The night sky makes me wander, the highway calls…<br />The moonlight burns the road, sets it ablaze…<br />My steed looks at me and at the road it gazes…<br />I sigh slightly, as it neighs lightly, lest the world wake up…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The time for my conquest is at hand…<br />No time to stare at the barren land…<br />I dress for the journey, I undress…<br />Set aside my fear, my doubts on the ground…<br />Wearing only a robe of desire I mount…<br />For my next invasion, I have lost count…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Night after night, this druid awakens…<br />From its century old slumber, for a little while…<br />Seeking the pleasure of plundering…<br />Of marauding, of robbing the night…<br />Of its calm, of its simple rest.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Whispering, the gale sings of my crimes…<br />I mock them, ‘tis my revenge, I say…<br />My vengeance for my eternal curse…<br />That I shall not see the face of the day again…<br />The face of light, never again…<br />The face of my love in plain sight…<br />Never, never again.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-4131124840096853269?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-43728974688909614032007-04-19T09:19:00.000-07:002007-04-19T09:22:26.194-07:00<p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Never had I felt, the shiver of the cold…<br />Icy winds sang to me, made me feel numb….<br />Yet I never had known pain any…<br />My insides froze upon me…</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal">I dreaded the day when I would, begin to feel again…<br />It would chaff my lips, would hurt my thawed soul, it will….<br />I know not, if I shall survive the cold, the fimbul winters…<br />Without kissing my love, the lovely minstrel again….</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Yes, the day came and went, gave way to eternal night…<br />The cold never hurt me it never did….<br />But this friendly warmth gives me the frights…<br />Comrades, my people, I ask for forgiveness, I am no friend…<br />Never was never will be, for a small time I tried to be…</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal">The time has passed…I regret it maybe…<br /><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->For now…. I am no more than an evil fiend to thee…<br />Forgive me, I implore, before thee I kneel…</p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">I have yes… I have begun to now feel…</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-4372897468890961403?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-38322886143213106332007-04-03T03:15:00.000-07:002007-04-03T03:31:42.661-07:00<p class="MsoNormal">Shaping up to the world, I had tried to live in joy...<br />I don’t know somewhere along the path...<br />I made a mistake, one beyond compare...<br />I thought I knew how to save a life, but I was so wrong...<br /><br /><br />I saw something was broken, I tried to fix it...<br />I felt I had the love the care to mend it…<br />It’s ruined now, I sit and cry in vain...<br />I had not seen such despair earlier, never such pain...</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">You seek to look up to me, ask me something…<br /><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->I am not deaf, yet I cannot listen…<br />Perhaps I am running away from you…<br />Perhaps I am closing my eyes to the truth…<br />The tears are heavy, they don’t stop…<br />They tear my eyelids apart…<br /><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->The caress my cheek and kiss my feet…<br />I say please stop, no more of this pain can I take…<br />They don’t listen, don’t stop, don’t heed my plead…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ah, must I be so weak, as to spill my heart on the ground…<br />If you could se you could understand…<br />The feelings are too many, too mixed up…<br />I am confused, some call me out some trap me in…<br />I don’t know if I could ever stand up again…<br />The world won’t let me…I have fallen…<br />I just wanted to show you…how it all began..</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-3832288614321310633?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-70873656070984545862007-03-28T04:46:00.000-07:002007-03-28T04:47:56.958-07:00<p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Eyes eyes everywhere, looking seeking peeking…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am afraid sometimes, they are just too many…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Do they think I am lost, why do they look for me?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So many eyes, so much concern I see in them…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Why do they wish to see into me? </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Come in closer they say, let me see you…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Am I not to be forgotten, nor forgiven? I ask…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">My eyes are filled with dew drops they call tears…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">No one seems to leave me alone, I smile…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I feel lonely with you…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I feel together when with me…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The winds, the waters have joined in too…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">They look they speak, they even sing…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Of my scars to the world outside…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">How am I to hide those, they haven’t healed yet…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">No matter what I do, they open up again and again…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now I too am branded as myriad as any…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Take everyday from me, a tale…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A tale of dark deceit, trust me…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">This is no flicker play…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Is as true as thee as the ocean and the sun might be….</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-7087365607098454586?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-17667898984397492082007-03-23T07:22:00.000-07:002007-03-23T07:25:15.955-07:00<p>Sigint says: Happy B'day to Nimmy<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>You surprise me, you make me smile...<br />Try not to blame me for this deceit...<br />It's isn't real, but I wish to make you day...<br />Though I may cry inside...<br /><br /></p> <p>Break the shell, the day is too bright...<br />To revel inside the dark...<br />Try not to hide your joy in thee...<br />Shower it in the world outside...<br /><br /></p><p>This day calls for celebration..<br />It's your birthday, isnt it?<br />To take all the sorrows from your eyes ...<br /><!-- PProtector -->Is what I wish to do for you...<br />Wouldn't you let me do that.at least...<br />I ask nothing more...<br /><br /></p> <p>Maybe when you will find that special thing...<br />You will forget me..<br />Dont worry I wont feel bad...<br />Cause then you will be complete...<br />I wish for all the happiness...<br /><br /></p> <p>For all the joys to fill your life...<br />Not just Mine...<br /><!-- PProtector --> The world's and the remaining ones too...<br />There is something for everyone out there...<br /><br /></p><p> At the end, one last song...<br />Happy birthday to thee...<br />You are an angel...<br />May you live long...<br />So that the fairy tale lives on too.............................<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-1766789898439749208?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-19045819689243081232007-03-18T07:21:00.001-07:002007-03-18T07:21:11.849-07:00<p class="MsoNormal">I am the sun, I am the shadow that is screaming to the air…<br/> I am the fallen angel, the one who fell in love with you…<br/> You shut your mouth and then you can perhaps say…<br/> It seems I like doing the things the wrong way…<br/> <!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->Incomplete as it may seem, I have nothing more to say…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br/> <!--[endif]--><O:P _moz-userdefined="" /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><O:P _moz-userdefined="" /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I go about looking for things, I know are not there….<br/> I am the sun, I search my own shadow…<br/> I am a shadow yet I look for my own halo…<br/> In the end I give up, I go home…<br/> And I cry…<br/> <!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->I want to die…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br/> <!--[endif]--><O:P _moz-userdefined="" /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><O:P _moz-userdefined="" /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">How can you say, I do the things the wrong way…<br/> Everything is just the way it should be…<br/> Why am I still hungry, still like water…<br/> You shut your eyes and then you can perhaps see…<br/> How it feels to know that you can never be free…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br/> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><O:P _moz-userdefined="" /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <O:P _moz-userdefined="" /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The music will die out soon, the winds will become still…<br/> The mist will clear someday, the rains will cease…<br/> Even then, the water shall flow…<br/> Not within me, I am too cold, I will freeze it all…<br/> Maybe it will flow along with time, without me…</p> ...<!-- technorati tags begin --><p style="font-size:10px;text-align:right;">technorati tags:<a href="http://technorati.com/tag/shadow" rel="tag">shadow</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/water" rel="tag">water</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sun" rel="tag">sun</a></p><!-- technorati tags end --><p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px">Blogged with <a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new">Flock</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-1904581968924308123?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-33407703545394666332007-03-04T02:58:00.001-08:002007-03-04T02:58:21.180-08:00<p>The thunder screams, the rain wets the freeway...<br/> I don't know where she goes, where she leads...<br/> But I can feel her coming closer, all the time...<br/> All the while, the road beckons and shines...</p> <p>The moon is hiding, the clouds rumble above...<br/> I thought I was riding alone, but now i am not sure...<br/> I hear a call, someone calls me, pleads me to stop...<br/> I can't, I don't stop, am too far away along...</p> <p>The rain stops, it heeds the call of fate...<br/> I don't, am I making a mistake...<br/> Should I not choose my own path, my destiny...<br/> A second later, the moon smiles again and says...<br/> My child, the road you take is your destiny...<br/> It's coming closer, your fate...<br/> Welcome it, it is here to stay...</p> <p>I hear the voice behind me again...<br/> All lies, all tis false, the moon is naive...<br/> I am your fate, and I am always behind you...<br/> Come here boy, come near, kiss me...<br/> I am here for you, always...<br/> Am not so kind,but I love you all the same..<br/> </p> <p><br/> </p> <p><br/> </p> <p><br/> </p> <p><br/> </p> <p><br/> </p> <p><br/> </p> <p><br/> </p> <p><br/> </p> <p><br/> </p> <p><br/> </p> <p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px">Blogged with <a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new">Flock</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-3340770354539466633?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-29477793773798784612007-02-28T04:04:00.000-08:002007-02-28T04:31:49.892-08:00<p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">The dewdrops fall on my face, I feel them melt into the sands…<br />How I try to catch them, how I long to hold them in my hand….<br />All those lights all those sounds, prick me, I am the nimble kind...<br />All the time I just wanted for a song to play…on and on…</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">You don’t have to be alone, I got that message long ago…<br />Now I tell others, come here listen one and all…<br />Don’t stand there, alone in the rain, there is lot of room for all…<br /><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->The world is not closed to anyone, everyone is full of life…<br /> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">The colours are not only black and white…<br />The sky could fall, so can I , but I will stand again…<br />About the sky, it might fly up there never again…<br /><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->You should try, you should try to live once more time…<br /> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">All you ever want is to leave, rest in a cold cemetery…<br />It is strange to see, to stare at you who live to die unfound….<br />I live in a cloud of happiness, can’t you live here too…<br />Maybe you are afraid to fall, worry not…<br />I am here to fall with you, for ever I shall be here…<br />As long you wish to live, I shall help you live along…</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">But if I have to leave, don’t mistake me my friend…<br />I shall be back again…just with a new name…<br />I shall be among your friends…I wonder if you will recognise me…<br />When I return with a smile, are you still looking for me?</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">My name is nothing unknown to thee…<br />I am just someone you have known all your life…<br />I have been there by your side all the time…<br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">I am no one but your best friend…</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-2947779377379878461?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-69295850286707054542007-02-28T03:39:00.000-08:002007-02-28T04:04:33.876-08:00<p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal">When I want to feel myself, I listen…<br />When I want to see myself, I breathe in…<br />Little while ago, a shadow shimmered into me…<br />The moonlight glistened on it, it shined…</p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Maybe everything you ever wanted, you could find it…<br />Maybe everything you never wanted will find me…<br />Answer me, see if I can break upon the horizon…<br />I just ask you all to stay with me…pity it is dark already….<br />Fear not it, it has come to stay for a few seconds…<br />It will go away pave the way for light, soon it will be sunny again …</p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal">My shadow is lost again, in the darkness it dies again…<br />I do not miss it’s kissing, I can listen it’s breathing…<br />Forget your promises never, when I tried to break one…<br /><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->I lost my faith in me, still am trying to look for it, my faith…</p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal">High up the perch, or down below wherever you go…<br />Until you reach there you never know…<br />Where the grass is greener and where the sun is kind…<br />Is it there somewhere outside…or is it there in your mind...</p><p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-6929585028670705454?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-79573703001199700122007-02-28T03:19:00.001-08:002007-02-28T03:35:57.716-08:00<p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Shaping up to the world, I had tried to live in joy...<br />I don’t know somewhere along the path...<br />I made a mistake, one beyond compare...<br />I thought I knew how to save a life, but I was so wrong...<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><br />I saw something was broken, I tried to fix it...<br />I felt I had the love the care to mend it…<br />It’s ruined now, I sit and cry in vain...<br /><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> I had not seen such despair ealier, never such pain...<br />You seek to look up to me, ask me something…<br />I am not deaf, yet I cannot listen…</p><p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Perhaps I am running away from you…<br />Perhaps I am closing my eyes to the truth…<br />The tears are heavy, they don’t stop…<br />They tear my eyelids apart…<br /><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->The caress my cheek and kiss my feet…<br />I say please stop, no more of this pain can I take…<br />They don’t listen, don’t stop, don’t heed my plead…<br />Ah, must I be so weak, as to spill my heart on the ground…<br />If you could se you could understand…</p><p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal">The feelings are too many, too mixed up…<br />I am confused, some call me out some trap me in…<br />I don’t know if I could ever stand up again…<br />The world won’t let me…I have fallen…<br />I just wanted to show you…how it all began..</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-7957370300119970012?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456347776549769184.post-2789788527773697392007-02-28T03:16:00.000-08:002007-02-28T03:19:18.230-08:00<tt><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> The world is <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">colourless</span>...or am i blind in my sights...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> For I see only the blacks...filling in the whites...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> The world is so large...so colourful they tell me...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> Yet..I have nowhere to run...perhaps I am just <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">colourblind</span>....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> The road I took is the road less taken...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> The path I seek is unclear...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> I proceed but with no fear...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> My spirits have left me...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Time and again...I have been shaken...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Stirred and broken...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> I have lost my path you say...you amaze me...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> You make me smile...innocent stranger...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> No, I have been this way for centuries..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> I am not blind trust me...just <span style="font-weight: bold;">colourblind</span>...</span></tt><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456347776549769184-278978852777369739?l=avonthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Avon *Colourless*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318493531806441662noreply@blogger.com0