Burning Among The Stars

You’re the magnet,
I’m the ground;
[So walk all over me].
Emotions, unsound.
Hanging by a thread,
Our relationship is the metal.
Baby it’s a war with gravity.
The stars were never too easy to reach,
But they’re now burning in the palm of my hand.
You were the magnet,
I was the ground.
You walked all over me.
Emotions, unsound.
Hanging by a thread,
Our relationship was the metal.
Baby ‘twas a war with gravity.

2/10/09
Friday

Worldwide Moment-- 9/9/09, GMT+9

Here's my pic =D
Dubai time was 4:09 a.m.

Worldwide Moment For Peace

If I haven't already told you all before on THIS blog, I'm telling you all now!
Check out Worldwide Moment for Peace



It's a photography for peace project, where you have to take a picture at a specified moment [Check your moment here

The dates are 8th and 9th September so PLEASE PLEASE! Invite and join people!

This is whatchu call luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurve <3

Courtesy her awesomeness Miss Rabie <3 <3 <3
GO READ HER BLOG..err..yeah..I..if she wants? Yus.

Whattayn idea SAR JEE!

"If you have an apple and I have an apple and we exchange these apples then you and I will still each have one apple. But if you have an idea and I have an idea and we exchange these ideas, then each of us will have two ideas." George Bernard Shaw

Countdown To The BreakDown

Climb the pedestal,
Oh so high!
1, 2, 3!
Lights, camera, action!

What?! Broken already?!
But the show must go on!
4, 5, 6!
Well go on! Play this part with a broken heart.

7, 8, 9!
No time to take off the mask yet.
Go on! Recite the lines!
Stand high with your broken pride!

10, 12, 15! You lost the count and you lost your soul!
So just go on!
Play along.
Recite the lines to your rehearsed role.

Oh, the fall!
The fall from grace.
Pull the trigger-
Save face!

Beauty in the breakdown,
Fashion magazines.
Cigarettes and cocktails and cocaine!
Oh darling!
You’re spiraling down the staircase to fame!

Shattered dreams,
Forgotten trophies.
Framed glossy covers-
An ode to callous beauty!

Six feet under,
Cold, still and desolate.
Forgotten, really
Flames to dust.

Climb the pedestal,
Oh so high!
3, 2, 1!
Embrace the fall.

Monday, 24th August, 2009

Freakin' Fabulous Award

So Rabi over here has tagged me with a freakin' fabulous award.
Thank you love!

The rules for this award:
* List 5 obsessions
* Pass the award to 5 other blogs, with their links
* Make sure you leave a comment on their blog, so they know about it
* Link to the person that gave you the award.

Before starting I'd like to mention, I don't really have obsessions. I'm not really obsessive, but I tend to have these phases where I really like something for a while so I'll collect it. And that's what we shall assume as obsessions. Okay? Okay! Let's go!

1. Skulls [Rabi and Chayon SO saw that coming =D]
I love to collect anything with skulls on them. And I have no freakin' idea why! No I'm not some Anti-God, blood-lusting, cult-following, hair-dying goth-fantisizing phenomenon, mind you >.>


2. Monsters [Oh for crying out loud!]


3. Cute notebooks and diaries :] Even regular blue registers that I like to decorate myself. Yeah I've been doing this for like..years now. And manages to collect very few, sadly enough :/


4. Foreign films. I like 'em all-- German, Korean, Japanese, Afghani, Persian, Turkish, Indonesian-- give me them all! I'd watch them anytime, anywhere!


5. My solitude? 'nuf said ._.


I tag- Randomness Infinite, Nabblogger, DannyBoyLove, Ugly aaaaaand Rabie! =D

Pay Heed To This Verse...

"...then is it only a part of the Book that ye believe in, and do ye reject the rest? but what is the reward for those among you who behave like this but disgrace in this life?- and on the Day of Judgment they shall be consigned to the most grievou......s penalty. For Allah is not unmindful of what ye do."- Qur'an, Surah Baqarah, 2:85

Moonlight Is Bleeding From Out Of Your Soul

Entranced by the bleeding moon,
The traveller stands bewitched.
Crimson moonlight beams
Seeping through a valley of sins.
As the zephyr blows,
The traveller stares
Chill piercing to the bone.
And he stares...
Frozen in a bewildering muse
Entranced by the bleeding moon.

18th August, 2009.
Tuesday.

The title is taken from the song "Lazarus" by Porcupine Tree.
The poem is in no way inspired by that song, only the title was [taken from it]

The Mirage

Waiting...
As the moon falls to glory.
Bright, sparkling...piercing.
Mighty, fierce, Royal.

Waiting...
As the fall blooms to spring.
Colourful, cheery...austentatious.
Fragrant, breezy, addictive.

Waiting,
As the love turns to hate...
Fast, easy...salvation.
A coveted fragment of your imagination.

Waiting,
As the tears turn to laughter.
Hopeless, futile...impossible.
Fireflies burn not sans flame.

18th August, 2009.
Tuesday.