Nobody understands the way I feel
I wish it would all go away and it just wasn't real
I don't want to wake up everyday feeling sad and angry
cause i've made myself the enemy
I've started hating myself and everyone around me
I can't talk to my family without starting a fight
I can't go a whole day without crying at night
Satan has given me a different state of mind
he's made me feel lonely and he's made me hate life
Satan has drained out my spirit
he's wiped away the smile on my face
and he's made me wonder in this big world if i really have a place
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
our friend
In life there are always many people coming and going, as we walk the road of those visitors back with us in the opposite direction, while others are with us to the same direction.
With us back in the opposite direction, perhaps a flash we forget, the winds come, they will be blown to the edge of our memory, and even beyond our memory. Perhaps, in life one day, we will also occasionally reminds me of some vague shadow of the past, but only occasionally to think about it, they are behind us, have been getting farther and farther away from us. For some reason even if they are folded back again, because we have to go too far apart, it has long been unable to catch up.
Who walks with us, and some we missed, and some may be with us for some distance. But time will not be too long, life on the road too much at a crossroads, at every intersection, our choice will be different. You chose this path, he chose that road, so that only separation. New road, of course, there will be a new peer may also be a new fork in the road.
It is because of friendship, we can feel the warmth between people. As if our heart is a frequently flooded because of worry and helplessness and felt a heavy glass, and only those who give us friendship and hands stretched before they are willing in good faith for us this empty cup, but also she be happy and relaxed.
It is because of friendship, we can feel more human dignity and honor. Our heart is like a very thick very thick book, and only those collision of our hearts the fire of friendship of the soul, and to be willing to open the thick book and read the commentary in good faith. Through his commentary, we understand what is the deletion of the text; through his commentary, we know how to use the life of their own pen to create enduring masterpiece.
In this world, I think apart from their loved ones in addition to our concern for the soul, how can our hearts not burning? In addition to the thought of their loved ones in addition to our concern about the spiritual world, which could not allow us happy and well-being? I think there are people outside the family in addition to our achievements and failures and sighs and prayers, which could not make us proud and excited? family is from the blood, and the friendship is from the vast A wonderful crowd of opportunity, from each other, honor and disgrace of the share and share, from the personality of each other on the other side of the heart of respect and understanding.
Friendship is the root explants in the noble spirit, and not rooted in the taste of Money; friendship is a mutual encouragement to each other sounded the clarion call to move forward, rather than a tool; friendship is a mutual feeling for each other and sing better the songs, rather than to deceive each other and boast; friendship is between friends in order to become each other's pure character of a mirror, rather than each other in order to become an accomplice of the other evil ... ...
With us back in the opposite direction, perhaps a flash we forget, the winds come, they will be blown to the edge of our memory, and even beyond our memory. Perhaps, in life one day, we will also occasionally reminds me of some vague shadow of the past, but only occasionally to think about it, they are behind us, have been getting farther and farther away from us. For some reason even if they are folded back again, because we have to go too far apart, it has long been unable to catch up.
Who walks with us, and some we missed, and some may be with us for some distance. But time will not be too long, life on the road too much at a crossroads, at every intersection, our choice will be different. You chose this path, he chose that road, so that only separation. New road, of course, there will be a new peer may also be a new fork in the road.
It is because of friendship, we can feel the warmth between people. As if our heart is a frequently flooded because of worry and helplessness and felt a heavy glass, and only those who give us friendship and hands stretched before they are willing in good faith for us this empty cup, but also she be happy and relaxed.
It is because of friendship, we can feel more human dignity and honor. Our heart is like a very thick very thick book, and only those collision of our hearts the fire of friendship of the soul, and to be willing to open the thick book and read the commentary in good faith. Through his commentary, we understand what is the deletion of the text; through his commentary, we know how to use the life of their own pen to create enduring masterpiece.
In this world, I think apart from their loved ones in addition to our concern for the soul, how can our hearts not burning? In addition to the thought of their loved ones in addition to our concern about the spiritual world, which could not allow us happy and well-being? I think there are people outside the family in addition to our achievements and failures and sighs and prayers, which could not make us proud and excited? family is from the blood, and the friendship is from the vast A wonderful crowd of opportunity, from each other, honor and disgrace of the share and share, from the personality of each other on the other side of the heart of respect and understanding.
Friendship is the root explants in the noble spirit, and not rooted in the taste of Money; friendship is a mutual encouragement to each other sounded the clarion call to move forward, rather than a tool; friendship is a mutual feeling for each other and sing better the songs, rather than to deceive each other and boast; friendship is between friends in order to become each other's pure character of a mirror, rather than each other in order to become an accomplice of the other evil ... ...
Keep Your Direction
What would you do if you failed? Many people may choose to give up. However, the surest way to success is to keep your direction and stick to your goal.
On your way to success, you must keep your direction. It is just like a lamp, guiding you in darkness and helping you overcome obstacles on your way. Otherwise, you will easily get lost or hesitate to go ahead.
Direction means objectives. You can get nowhere without an objective in life.
You can try to write your objective on paper and make some plans to achieve it. In this way, you will know how to arrange your time and to spend your time properly. And you should also have a belief that you are sure to succeed as long as you keep your direction all the time.
On your way to success, you must keep your direction. It is just like a lamp, guiding you in darkness and helping you overcome obstacles on your way. Otherwise, you will easily get lost or hesitate to go ahead.
Direction means objectives. You can get nowhere without an objective in life.
You can try to write your objective on paper and make some plans to achieve it. In this way, you will know how to arrange your time and to spend your time properly. And you should also have a belief that you are sure to succeed as long as you keep your direction all the time.
My rolemodel or my rival?
My rolemodel or my rival?
you devised me such a way.
So imperious yet so caring,
but you the reason why i breathe today.
Such decency, such selfishness,
but only for my impending lifestyle.
Every lecture every wound,
yet it would still be worth that tormentful while.
But somehow i feel ruined by you,
although it isn't that way.
But one thing im certain for sure,
is that impressionism you want from me will come some day.
But not it will not stay,
for i a who i am born and felt to be,
living life the way i wish it to be.
You'll know i'll always love you,
even thought i do not reveal.
Cause i know you just want the best for me,
that love from you i feel.
But sometimes i try to tell you,
how i feel about the past.
I find it difficult to even bring up,
cause my hiding tears will fall down fast.
The only reason i want out,
is cause it clears up all my past.
I have fun dance around,
It flies out of my mind fast.
But just the littliest things that you may or may not mention,
the shameful past before.
The more you keep me locked in the house,
The tormentful memories just build up more.
you devised me such a way.
So imperious yet so caring,
but you the reason why i breathe today.
Such decency, such selfishness,
but only for my impending lifestyle.
Every lecture every wound,
yet it would still be worth that tormentful while.
But somehow i feel ruined by you,
although it isn't that way.
But one thing im certain for sure,
is that impressionism you want from me will come some day.
But not it will not stay,
for i a who i am born and felt to be,
living life the way i wish it to be.
You'll know i'll always love you,
even thought i do not reveal.
Cause i know you just want the best for me,
that love from you i feel.
But sometimes i try to tell you,
how i feel about the past.
I find it difficult to even bring up,
cause my hiding tears will fall down fast.
The only reason i want out,
is cause it clears up all my past.
I have fun dance around,
It flies out of my mind fast.
But just the littliest things that you may or may not mention,
the shameful past before.
The more you keep me locked in the house,
The tormentful memories just build up more.
The mysterious waters……
The mysterious
Waters of Umardashi (a small virgin river in Gujarat, India)
Had long ceased to sparkle
With the kisses of sunlight,
But some old fishes of that nectar
Still breathe the spirit of that virgin soul….
They still wait for someone
Like a country waits for his warrior hero,
Basking on the heaps of sand
Pierced by the thorns of the babul trees
That grew from her grave,
Crying with a hope
They weep at night
And try to find him among the twinkling stars.
That one day
Their loved one would come again
And make them bloom….
With clouds, wind and rain
And
Umardashi
Would wake up from her sandy grave
Like a barren mother with a fertile dream….
And they would cherish
His jumping into her throbbing lap
With a splash
From an aged cliff
The mute victim of their love
like the Kadamba tree on Yamuna bank
Who eroded much, years ago,
through the collisions
of his paper boats........
Waters of Umardashi (a small virgin river in Gujarat, India)
Had long ceased to sparkle
With the kisses of sunlight,
But some old fishes of that nectar
Still breathe the spirit of that virgin soul….
They still wait for someone
Like a country waits for his warrior hero,
Basking on the heaps of sand
Pierced by the thorns of the babul trees
That grew from her grave,
Crying with a hope
They weep at night
And try to find him among the twinkling stars.
That one day
Their loved one would come again
And make them bloom….
With clouds, wind and rain
And
Umardashi
Would wake up from her sandy grave
Like a barren mother with a fertile dream….
And they would cherish
His jumping into her throbbing lap
With a splash
From an aged cliff
The mute victim of their love
like the Kadamba tree on Yamuna bank
Who eroded much, years ago,
through the collisions
of his paper boats........
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