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Wednesday, August 23, 2006


Even evening takes the place of morning . Seven either way .
A sleepwalk to the sink . A moment left to think . To say .
My only chance of wake-up drink to save me for today .
But it's no water less than words that I would need .
Thank you to the truth in the mirror . And what you say to me .
Don't blame dream . That mix-up takes my patience .
I'm a sudden superhero minus explanation . No birth or creation .
Random is king and this kingdom is mine . Scarce time . Sane delight .
Then that mirror checks me . Reminds me . I'm still me .
Can't skip that glance . Might leave the room thinking .
I can fly . I can spit flame . Expensive trouble for free .
Thank you to the truth in the mirror . And what you say to me .
I've spent an hour face to face with you .
Finding ways to chase your moves . I hate with you .
You always know my secret . And why I keep it .
Killing clock to make myself a spectacle . Yet you can tell .
Hope is placed so they won't read your face . And ask you why or what .
Instead they seem to ask you how or who or where to get that stuff .
Apologize to me for understanding what you see .
Thank you to the truth in the mirror . And what you say to me .
Easily shattered . Easily dropped . Invincible you are not .
Disguised so mistakenly . I'd take you and break you .
Your weakness is evident . Vengeance divine is mine . Heaven sent .
If you dare stare at me silently . Cross my eyes out violently . You rise .
Attempting to break me with only your gaze . Such truth in your ways .
I shatter inside . Facade exposed . You and I know how long I've tried .
To hide away the pain from you . The draining of life inside . Slain .
Everytime I'm on my way to find you . I hope I'll see you . Retrieve you .Deceive you .
And still you speak the truth for me to believe you . I don't need to .
Hidden behind my mind I need you .
To show me who I am today .
To show me that I'm still the same .
That I haven't changed .
Yet I've slowly become a man who hates the sight of me .
Forgive me for my insolence in future tense . I'll have no sense .
I will prevent you from fleeing intact . I swear you'll crack . I will .
Destroy you for the sake of me . Now break for me .Shatter . Scatter . Enemy .
Adore the days you once reflected me . Affected me .
When it was you I'd see . Rejecting me .We're always meant to be .
It's only you I'll see .But here lies broken glass in loving memory .
Thank you to the truth in the mirror . And what you said to me .
Everytime you die you're never truly dead to me .

9:33 AM

Anger

It's much easier to understand anger than to change it and reduce the behaviour that results from it.You are angry because you are.There are no ten steps to make your anger go away. Anger and agression can both destroy and create. Do not burden yourself with anger or try to walk the ungodly path of perfection.You will never make it.Your best lessons in life will not come from your great successes;they will come from making your mistakes and moving forward.

It's Me


well there's nothing much about me that i can say... two things people know bout me a good listener and observer...but they don really know who i really am... maybe i juz don wan them to know or i'm juz afraid to open up my heart to people... its hard for me to trust people...my nickname is nana.. nana is just my alterego... i think i have split personality ...i could be your worst nightmare or maybe the light of your life...you be the judge...all i can say is only GOD knows who i really am... obviously...

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