Posts Tagged: Toxic

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Bubble


I like the times when You pretend to be In the same floating Bubble as me. You raise your chin, And shine your eyes And don a soothing Filtered smile. I scan the bubble’s wall- It’s made of temporary films

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Bubble


I like the times when You pretend to be In the same floating Bubble as me. You raise your chin, And shine your eyes And don a soothing Filtered smile. I scan the bubble’s wall- It’s made of temporary films

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Searchings


On stars, colours and other little things…

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Searchings


On stars, colours and other little things…

Behind Machines


Amidst the roar of these machines And the fury of nature, There exist a trembling heart And shivering fingers, Pitting the roar Against the fury To create a melody of noise- A furore- For a few fleeting seconds: Few yet

Behind Machines


Amidst the roar of these machines And the fury of nature, There exist a trembling heart And shivering fingers, Pitting the roar Against the fury To create a melody of noise- A furore- For a few fleeting seconds: Few yet

Randomness


I feel alive even though it’s all dead,          Like thoughts streaming from a zombie’s head. I am a star without skies,                       I cry without tears, Cause once I was captivated by those black eyes,        But I still

Randomness


I feel alive even though it’s all dead,          Like thoughts streaming from a zombie’s head. I am a star without skies,                       I cry without tears, Cause once I was captivated by those black eyes,        But I still

Some Island


Suppose I met you on an island Full of flowers Daisies and daffodils all waving To your breath The wind blowing gently Through a drizzle And the waves crashing hard On the other side of the island And I find

Some Island


Suppose I met you on an island Full of flowers Daisies and daffodils all waving To your breath The wind blowing gently Through a drizzle And the waves crashing hard On the other side of the island And I find

The Accountant


It was the same dream. The same vague faces, the same cries and howls running amok, the same events unfolding like some natural routine and the same steel and iron gleaming with the arrogance of the same color, an insatiable red. It seems that some experiences of past never leave you, especially the ones you want to forget.

The Accountant


It was the same dream. The same vague faces, the same cries and howls running amok, the same events unfolding like some natural routine and the same steel and iron gleaming with the arrogance of the same color, an insatiable red. It seems that some experiences of past never leave you, especially the ones you want to forget.