Saturday, March 28, 2009
Graciously Beautiful
But it was never like this,
Where my body inhales you
And quivers with bliss,
From the strength of desire,
And if I can’t have you soon,
I’ll be consumed by the fire.
About what I feel in my heart;
Butterflies can't find nectar
Whenever we're apart.
In the dark, in the gloom,
It's you who brightens my day.
How many ways do I need you?
Every day, every way, come what may.
Your radiant smile is as bright as the sun;
You're smart and caring and have many great charms,
And my heart really sings when you're in my arms.
And I'm proud 'cause I know that I got the best.
You're so cute and so sweet, and you glow like a pearl;
I just love you so much, my most wonderful girl!
And pick me all apart and criticize,
You love me, sweetheart, just the way I am;
I only see affection in your eyes.
Your perfect mate is what you choose to see;
I love you for a multitude of reasons;
And most of all 'cause you let me be me.
Acceptance is the greatest gift you give;
I appreciate you for your sweet devotion,
And I’ll love you for as long as we shall live.
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I want to know you;
But right now I don't have a clue what to do;
I am stick on my chair like a glue;
I so want you to be my boo.
Let me hold you and dance;
Looking at your beautiful eyes glance;
Memorize and in trance,
Open your heart and lets start our romance.
By NuTzuTzo =P
Labels: art, Entertainments, poems
Signed off @ 11:32:00 PM
Monday, March 23, 2009
dancingisnotacrime
A video clip i made. Enjoy! ;)
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Labels: art, bising, dancing, Entertainments
Signed off @ 11:23:00 PM
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Apart of Life's End
COME here, rekindle the old fire,
This last night leave no lamp unlit!
In later days we twain shall sit,
Remembering the joys of it,--
The warmth and sweetness of desire.
Here, ere we part, again live o'er
The way we went,--the hour,--the kiss;
Let Love with magic hand of his
Rebuild the mirage of our bliss
In desert days that wend before.
Joy through our hand like water runs!
Ah! dearest, could we keep those hours
As some divine unfading flowers,
Renewed by the eternal showers,
And lit by everlasting suns!
To-night the world is stunned with gloom,
The trees shake in a sudden fright,
Wincing against the hailstones' spite,
And the crape curtains of the night
Hang heavy on the unfinished loom.
Fit hour for parting! Say 'farewell,'
Clasp me no closer, ask no more!
What word can ease--what kiss restore?
The thunder's hearse is on the shore,
And the sea tolls a passing bell.
This last night leave no lamp unlit!
In later days we twain shall sit,
Remembering the joys of it,--
The warmth and sweetness of desire.
Here, ere we part, again live o'er
The way we went,--the hour,--the kiss;
Let Love with magic hand of his
Rebuild the mirage of our bliss
In desert days that wend before.
Joy through our hand like water runs!
Ah! dearest, could we keep those hours
As some divine unfading flowers,
Renewed by the eternal showers,
And lit by everlasting suns!
To-night the world is stunned with gloom,
The trees shake in a sudden fright,
Wincing against the hailstones' spite,
And the crape curtains of the night
Hang heavy on the unfinished loom.
Fit hour for parting! Say 'farewell,'
Clasp me no closer, ask no more!
What word can ease--what kiss restore?
The thunder's hearse is on the shore,
And the sea tolls a passing bell.
Signed off @ 6:09:00 PM
Ophelia. Her heart is a clock.
I am Ophelia. She who the river could not hold. The woman on the gallows The woman with the slashed arteries The woman with the overdose ON THE LIPS SNOW The woman with the head in the gas-oven. Yesterday I stopped killing myself. I am alone with my breasts my thighs my lap. I rip apart the instruments of my imprisonment the Stool the Table the Bed. I destroy the battlefield that was my Home. I tear the doors off their hinges to let the wind and the cry of the World inside. I smash the Window. With my bleeding hands I tear the photographs of the men who I loved and who used me on the Bed on the Table on the Chair on the Floor. I set fire to my prison. I throw my clothes into the fire. I dig the clock which was my heart out of my breast. I go onto the street, clothed in my blood.
Hamlet-Machine
by Heiner-Muller 1979
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Seriously this is very touching.
I felt something while reading.
Just wanna share a drip of my emotions.
Signed off @ 5:48:00 PM
Thursday, December 18, 2008
You-Force Dota Team
Here is something i made while waiting for my internet to stop its crazy laggingnesses~ More improvement soon maybe if i can master how to do this stuff hehe ;)Labels: art, computer, dota, Entertainments, pictures, Uggedness
Signed off @ 8:53:00 PM
