tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-101093382011-07-31T14:43:08.288+08:00crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1091100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-81377263202719080282009-12-22T14:21:00.001+08:002009-12-22T14:22:53.515+08:00All we ever needed was a vaccine against the temptations of the designer skyline.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-8137726320271908028?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-54140677053352918022009-11-15T23:46:00.000+08:002009-11-15T23:47:20.161+08:00<div>in the desolate streets</div><div>of blinding blur city lights</div><div>are lanes burdened with sorrow</div><div>and the setting sun in mind</div><div>is shaped in her smile</div><div>filching sips from the Devil's arm</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-5414067705335291802?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-36955764151531142022009-11-05T13:07:00.000+08:002009-11-05T13:09:01.384+08:00for the daylight drown even stars that burn bright.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-3695576415153114202?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-77162734402613782962009-10-04T11:50:00.001+08:002009-10-04T11:53:26.508+08:00<div>now despised </div><div>he spites the light</div><div>his solace is respite</div><div>in time, colder ice</div><div>frozen, his hands are tried</div><div>fastening the haste of time</div><div>fortunes he blamed</div><div>soon enough</div><div>tokens claimed </div><div>from the Devil who threads </div><div>Calamity...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-7716273440261378296?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-75450975668385091872009-08-19T23:21:00.000+08:002009-08-19T23:23:05.198+08:00start a spark of doubt against your fear<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-7545097566838509187?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-13862558565335741042009-08-11T01:47:00.004+08:002009-08-12T21:18:36.823+08:00<div>reiterates</div><div>retaliate!</div><div>up against the wall</div><div>moulded by fear</div><div>bitter</div><div><br /></div><div>better!</div><div>death by the sword</div><div>than be weary</div><div>deaf are you?</div><div>to hear them, </div><div>those who have triumphed!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-1386255856533574104?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-29357152284130515592009-07-28T01:34:00.000+08:002009-07-28T01:35:22.901+08:00<div>when love, </div><div>you draw nigh</div><div>slay me not with goodbye</div><div><br /></div><div>your beauty, </div><div>no tongue can speak</div><div>for even the winds have stuttered</div><div><br /></div><div>your skin,</div><div>is gold</div><div>like smooth wine at night</div><div>sunlight's pleasure and delight</div><div><br /></div><div>for your eyes,</div><div>has had the moon weep</div><div>a wish if he could make, </div><div>to keep them awake </div><div>each and every night..</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-2935715228413051559?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-70500462479519075812009-07-18T17:54:00.001+08:002009-07-18T17:54:42.884+08:00<div>Inch sized smile</div><div>Razor blades</div><div>Severed heart</div><div>Rose petals marred by perpetual tears</div><div>Slapped me with thy void</div><div><br /></div><div>To stitch up our past</div><div>I drape thy memories of bliss with lust</div><div>The unrequited love,</div><div>once again triumph</div><div><br /></div><div>The poet then last wrote:</div><div><br /></div><div>a man so capable in love</div><div>now liveth through gin </div><div>and soulless bosoms</div><div>for love is blind</div><div>to see the dangers and misfortunes</div><div>like razor blades,</div><div>my careless eye can stand witness</div><div>to cuts, blood and bruises</div><div><br /></div><div>For love, frail yet severing</div><div>and to believe in love,</div><div>ever since her after</div><div>would be a shameful burden </div><div>upon this forsaken soul</div><div><br /></div><div>I will not falter.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-7050046247951907581?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-67631199119796428162009-07-18T17:52:00.000+08:002009-07-18T17:53:37.216+08:00<div>in demise when love denied</div><div>this, her heart despised</div><div>with hope no longer in sight</div><div>yes, she died that night</div><div><br /></div><div>to disguise her despair, </div><div>phantoms she burned with time</div><div>...but time proved </div><div>and deprived her of a life</div><div><br /></div><div>sure her heart would delight </div><div>if love reprised at first sight</div><div>if spite she had not</div><div>the world outside</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-6763119911979642816?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-55703267088382875192009-06-24T17:59:00.001+08:002009-06-24T17:59:46.590+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; ">Searching my memory<br />Rummaging through the past<br />for the moment you bade farewell<br />I must have had it misplaced<br />or it would have lingered on in my head<br />This abandonment perforates my heart each day<br />now i can only mourn<br />for this plight i face<br />each time i die and awake<br /><br />Where then do i get an embrace such as yours<br />much gentler than the breeze i once felt?<br />Death, a thief who steals from one<br />and leaves the rest of us victims<br />Victims of loss and loneliness<br />Victims of life when the void one then left is too much<br />for your heart to bear</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-5570326708838287519?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-37629150025023586882009-06-16T02:05:00.003+08:002009-06-16T02:19:20.450+08:00<div>Good night dear friend</div><div>Soon this bitter will end</div><div>Capsules of freedom in my hands</div><div><br /></div><div>Gentle waves, softly sang</div><div>Her sublime aura, </div><div>an alcoholic's slake</div><div>Each sip unveil her seductive dance</div><div><br /></div><div>Lady Quietus, so close to my breath</div><div>A passionate strife for life i then bear</div><div>Too long my heart been wilt</div><div><br /></div><div>Abashed i took my stand, robed in despair</div><div>my head frailly tilt in thirst for her lips</div><div><br /></div><div>Armed with supreme inebriety, </div><div>in surrendered stance i succumb to her glare</div><div>And into the perpetual bliss i then evanesced</div><div>when we at long last kissed..</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-3762915002502358688?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-72086863781757227522009-06-10T02:01:00.001+08:002009-06-10T02:01:49.657+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "><b>With sedulous conviction i set sail<br />as the gentle breeze erase<br />her memories began to fade..<br /><br />Nay! Halt i say!<br />bring forth the euthanasia for this state<br />read no more the epitaph of my fate!<br /><br />Damn ye not my heart!<br />for love is pain she hath forewarned<br />Her rapture, too soon become a woe<br /><br />I damn ye not O heart!<br />even as you wander in quest for her warmth<br /><br />I damn thee not O heart!<br />for we are all fools who drown in yearn for her love..</b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-7208686378175722752?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-974640670444672402009-06-02T23:05:00.000+08:002009-06-02T23:06:24.379+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; ">Even if i bore brunt of thy brute<br />and you left my side bearing me with incongruous life, <br />thou art my trestle.<br /><br />O how with such deft you encroached my skies!<br /><br />Always blind to your meritorious display of your plots <br />when you add semblance of saccharine in thy verses<br />Thou art my trestle.<br /><br />Lock me up in thy gaol<br />So i could live off knowing I'm your own <br />Thou art my trestle.<br /><br />Perturb me not no more, <br />my voice quavers<br />Love, thou art my trestle..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-97464067044467240?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-53823194274786081142009-05-31T14:24:00.001+08:002009-05-31T14:38:08.842+08:00<div>Lest do clash O troubled heart and murdered soul</div><div>Friends appear with resonance of hope, one thousand fold</div><div>Suicide a glamour to the ones felt hollow</div><div>Death, her beauty seldom foretold</div><div>Her strangles, mere nonchalance so graceful</div><div>Yet i bespeak to be wrapped in her bosom</div><div>Warn me not of her augur </div><div>Selfish and foolish I, they may argue</div><div>For only She would claim my undying sorrow,</div><div>chase away the ghosts of slain fiends, I'm sure....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-5382319427478608114?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-13093113338625448712009-05-22T00:59:00.001+08:002009-05-22T01:01:11.286+08:00True Love, 'twas really most a mere illusion of fools.<div>This sweet folly, no youth escape.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-1309311333862544871?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-21896243584310056932009-05-21T13:52:00.004+08:002009-05-21T20:09:50.265+08:00I need a gun to keep myself from harm<div>Can't even trust the air i breathe these days<br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-2189624358431005693?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-76634806195744164052009-05-18T00:23:00.000+08:002009-05-18T00:24:13.284+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; ">For if in those dreams you come, <br />no longer should i be awake</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-7663480619574416405?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-29407780941564673912009-05-16T05:10:00.000+08:002009-05-16T05:11:14.096+08:00<div>Shed your sorrows my dear</div><div>Mourn no more </div><div>for death of another morrow</div><div>Sleep.. </div><div>This vow i take..</div><div>though Sea's tide down</div><div>The Owl's hoots drown</div><div>Great Black of the night lose his crown</div><div>The blinding Stars fade, nowhere to be found</div><div>The alluring Moon, lose her shine</div><div>For all give in to the break of dawn</div><div>But for you my darling, i will be around</div><div>Sleep my love..</div><div>Cast worries aside</div><div>For I'll be here</div><div>to greet you with kisses </div><div>to morrow's infinite rebirth...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-2940778094156467391?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-64760278372981592572009-05-15T01:06:00.002+08:002009-05-15T01:29:31.445+08:00<div>No cure for your sadness </div><div>You defied even stars</div><div>Spent your days in exile</div><div>Only to arrive at her rest</div><div>Her slumber was a wake</div><div>Oh how you had wept</div><div>remembering those days you held her close to your chest</div><div>trying days, oh trying days </div><div>when she was not by your side</div><div>Oh Romeo, i feel as thou hath felt</div><div>for one who left a void so hard to bear</div><div>For lovers in love,</div><div>i pray that none succumb to eternal death</div><div>but live and love forever just like you and Juliet</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-6476027837298159257?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-42996320782538738262009-05-12T21:37:00.002+08:002009-05-12T21:42:54.872+08:00<div>To trespass your lips</div><div>My fingers, they traced</div><div>Your shivers unexplained</div><div>when warmth turn to trembles</div><div>Closer, </div><div>we edged closer</div><div>Our eyes met to a blur</div><div>so close till we blinded</div><div>For our fears had shyed</div><div>as our breath got louder</div><div>Reality, we murdered</div><div>Lovers we became</div><div>when we crashed into each other</div><div>Trespassers of our will..</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-4299632078253873826?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-59341358607749157562009-05-11T22:17:00.003+08:002009-05-11T22:22:45.058+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Your waves suck me in</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I won’t deny this strange</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Feel you in</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Arms across my frame</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Take me in</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Pull me under</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Save my soul</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Take me in under</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Let me in below</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Gently I’ll stroke your pain,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">away, away, all your pain away</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Build us a home at the bed</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For you I will go the distance</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Let me in</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Pull me under</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Swallow me whole</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Deeper</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Carry me in</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My hands for you</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My lips to yours</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My palms for your tears</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Made to strangle your fears</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Born to slay your pain,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To love you to death</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Never again will you need another</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Pull me in</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Take me below</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sinking into your veins,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I will taste your poison,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">spit it out on the fallen fates</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Drown together in each other’s embrace</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I take you in</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Feel you in</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Need you in</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Want you under</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Never again will you question love and it’s blunders</span></div></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-5934135860774915756?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-10515161221267360752009-05-11T19:13:00.007+08:002009-08-15T14:17:30.892+08:00There's something bout you boy.<div>And you've got me mesmerized.</div><div>Last night, looking into your eyes;</div><div>It was only then i realized,</div><div>How you're making me feel inside.</div><div>And i think i could live in your arms,</div><div>Stay up all night with the stars.</div><div>The moonlight provide the spark,</div><div>And i know you'd help me out of the dark.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-1051516122126736075?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-68799804557707736282009-05-03T12:17:00.000+08:002009-05-03T12:23:21.088+08:00I will..<br />Entice you..<br />Seduce you..<br />Embrace you..<br />Lift you...<br />You’d die for me..<br />Literally...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-6879980455770773628?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-50563832109825272482009-04-22T22:18:00.004+08:002009-04-23T16:42:18.423+08:00Got admitted to a hospital<div>For nearly used a gun on myself</div><div>For my suicidal thoughts</div><div>For my state of depression</div><div>For my sorrow</div><div>My heartache</div><div>My lack of sleep</div><div>My anger</div><div>and accumulated pain</div><div><br /></div><div>Given medication</div><div>and care</div><div>and dates with a psychiatrist</div><div><br /></div><div>Am i going crazy?</div><div>Is it worth saving myself...?</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-5056383210982527248?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-88053024588498040852009-04-21T18:20:00.004+08:002009-04-24T18:24:18.251+08:00<p class="MsoNormal">Well that is how it ends</p> <p class="MsoNormal">In red and blue flashing lights</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">"You really really broke my heart that night</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I wanted to break yours</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I wanted you to feel the same way</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">You let an outsider in</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Let him speak for you</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Speak ill of me</p> <p class="MsoNormal">How could you do this to me</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To us</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">You broke whatever that was left</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You broke it to dust</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You broke it by letting someone else in</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A nobody to tell us how to be</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A one who wouldn’t understand what we had</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Our beginning, our past, our pains and our times of happiness</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">With such disdain you treated me</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I hope you are happy and glad</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I hope that “nobody” can be half as good as I was for you</p> <p class="MsoNormal">For you, I hope, I really do</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I hope you are satisfied that I’m never coming back</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Why did you do that? </p><p class="MsoNormal">Why dear?" <br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-8805302458849804085?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-20248163449027686152009-04-20T22:16:00.002+08:002009-04-20T22:25:12.681+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">So long &amp; farewell<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Such harsh words to say<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What have i done to make you leave?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Disappearing off like a dream<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">At least a dream i'd know i soon awake<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This i was not prepared<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">For it never crossed my mind <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">that i'd be without you<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">END<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You hit my nerves too many times..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, all i've become is numb inside..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't feel a thing...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's all dead..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A zombie i've become<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and you are the only one i want to feed on...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">END<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You are my morphine <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and my cocaine<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I stick you in my veins<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and breathe you in <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm addicted to you my dear...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">END<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This horrid looking stone <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">becomes a gem and shines only when in your hands my love...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">END<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"you can ask me 3 days after forever and i'll still feel the same for you...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ever in love with you..always loving you.."<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">END<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">in a fright every night..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">closed my eyes and still i tried..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i can't...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">it never is the same without you by my side...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">END<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">then let this night never end..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">let our days be this night..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">let it be forever..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">so i can hear you say that you love me..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">over and over again..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">again... - My Birthday, 2004<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-2024816344902768615?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-83208725728769161222009-04-18T02:45:00.006+08:002009-04-19T10:54:23.476+08:00A beast i became<br />When he fanned my flame<br />White canvas Red, if your man born with pussy came<br />He spoke with an accent, he's so lame<br />Couldn't even pronounce the word "twat" the correct way<br />A left and a right hook i would have gave<br />That pussy man of yours was busy hiding in a cunt cave<br />Obviously masturbating to hard gay rave<br />Your dad's fuckin mouth just had to get in the way<br />A shovel you would have needed when i have him killed in haste<br />Face to face with the end of days<br />Fear crept in and dialed three nines, the cops came and flashed the scene blue and red<br />Your whole family brimming with hate<br />Never once in my head i thought this day would, will stain<br /><br />In my heart and my mind it started to rain<br />So heavily, it burst flames into waves<br />With a heavy heart and head faced down <br />my tears, each bore a forgotten past<br />our memories together flashed before my very sight<br />your voice i could hear<br />loud as thunder, so clear<br />as if you were near<br />gently whispering it in my ear<br /><br />a bow i take at this stage<br />no regrets or hate<br />as i said<br />and like i said<br />look at how our fates had steered us here<br />who do we blame?<br />now i know that's why i'm here<br />i step up to take the blame<br />to take the shame<br /><br />Deep down i love you dear<br />even now as i write<br />my emotions turn to fear<br />what have i done to deserve here<br /><br />i miss that girl...i so very do......<br />i wanna go back to the times<br />those better years<br />God what has happened here<br />are all our days meant to turn stale...<br />were we born to love, only to fail...<br />just let my soul rest in broken peace...<br />I'm sorry i was even born.<br /><br /><br /><br />end.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-8320872572876916122?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-85286263213613340242009-04-18T02:42:00.000+08:002009-04-18T02:43:11.363+08:00You say he makes you paper hearts <br />Perfect paper hearts <br />Your man, he calls you his <br />The woman with a broken heart <br />Forgets her broken half <br /><br />You say he makes you paper hearts<br />Perfect paper hearts <br />He's got chest hair <br />And he is big <br />He can cradle you in his arms to sleep<br /><br />You say he makes you paper hearts <br />Perfect paper hearts <br />He can tell you stories of where he's been <br />Forgotten are the places where we have been <br /><br />You say he makes you paper hearts <br />Perfect paper hearts <br />He's got facial hair, perfect trimmed <br />You say you'll marry him when he kneels <br /><br />You say he makes you paper hearts <br />Perfect paper hearts <br />You say he awaits you at your window at night <br />just to see your face <br />Before he heads home to bed<br /><br />You say he makes you paper hearts <br />Perfect paper hearts <br />Hope you have a perfect life <br />Hope you get along fine<br /><br />You say he makes you paper hearts<br />Perfect paper hearts<br />After all I’ve sung and been <br />Imperfect is all I could ever be<br /><br />if my heart was paper, it will have your name inked all over it. But my heart is tattered…, mistook for being torn… and already discarded...<br /><br />Imperfect is all I could ever be… can ever be.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-8528626321361334024?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-60317306397793378192009-04-11T02:06:00.001+08:002009-04-11T02:06:50.514+08:00A rare find<br />seldom<br />if yet<br />ye wait<br />if seen<br />ye yearn<br /><br />so when cometh a rare find<br />this once in life<br />what shall thee become of<br />a memory<br />a bruise<br />when ye stumbled<br />when ye moved<br /><br />though words are words<br />for the ones in love<br />precious<br />priceless jewels<br /><br />for love<br />ye not snooze<br />yet ye lose<br />drowned along with a pool of fools<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-6031730639779337819?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-10855437278401804332009-04-10T01:26:00.001+08:002009-04-21T16:07:57.144+08:00the cloud buried night sky<br />whose moon, nor stars be seen<br />catches a glimpse of day<br />when lightning sings<br /><br />twice shy<br />we become spies<br />ever certain of uncertain times<br /><br />the gift of life<br />when glazed with pride<br />the devils care to meet<br /><br />the black velvet<br />the wind her alibi<br />a silent rhyme<br />you hear her screams<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-1085543727840180433?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-55276930513432676952009-04-10T01:25:00.000+08:002009-04-10T01:26:36.545+08:00perishable by a say from thy lips..<br />my love for you in my heart, it burns eternally..<br />and in you i believe true love and ever afters..<br />in you i believe love can last forever...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-5527693051343267695?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-92084722518118287932009-04-10T01:24:00.000+08:002009-04-10T01:25:34.101+08:00Better the one whose blunders are seen than the ones unseen in need.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-9208472251811828793?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-84548270197735763212009-04-10T01:22:00.000+08:002009-04-10T01:24:02.383+08:00and then he tapped the surface of the water to ripple his reflection<br />his only proof of existence? <br />his state of depression<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-8454827019773576321?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-69794333173377474772009-03-17T00:36:00.000+08:002009-03-17T00:37:08.677+08:00Sweet dreams my love..you are in my thoughts as i lay myself to sleep..<br />Wishing and missing you in my arms, your smile so gentle and kind..<br />Your face, built like a shrine, my soul longs to dive in your eyes.<br />Your lips upon mine, that very moment if never to come, i'd wither and die..<br />I want to meet forever with you by my side..<br />These simple words i speak from my heart..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-6979433317337747477?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-62021006310768422102009-02-12T23:22:00.000+08:002009-02-12T23:23:39.992+08:00no greater pain felt where love once kept<br />all who hurt unseen refrain<br />in search of true love and ever afters<br />lest in time they felt disdain<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-6202100631076842210?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-71764057454368410272009-02-12T00:15:00.001+08:002009-02-12T00:20:31.269+08:00Life like the sea<br />some wallow to be<br />the shallow unafraid<br />the curious feel the curse<br />the deeper they dwelled<br />their breath they felt slain in dead pace<br />strangled they felt by echoes the light bore<br />those bullish hands<br />now gave in to black<br /><br />carried by waves<br />sure to shore<br />washed upon the lips of surrender<br />adorn in white <br />the bread of no soul<br />moulded to be placed between lumber<br />the bed of everlasting slumber<br />to be claimed by the cracks of the earth<br /><br />the mellow meadows<br />glazed by the morning glare<br />a silence i heard before birth<br />peace the word if yet found<br />all torn asunder from the world of blunders<br />the perished are calm<br />the beauty is no flounder<br />the wind, a seduction<br />flaunting the scars of burning time<br /><br />Why have you answers?<br />When the one in question has not been sown..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-7176405745436841027?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-9563094371227754142009-02-08T01:19:00.001+08:002009-02-08T01:22:39.498+08:00A year on and still tryin to get over your death...<br />i'd do anything to see you again my love...<br />at least to say goodbye..<br />let's at least pretend to make one up..<br />you left so suddenly..<br />leavin me alone and bare.. <br />my only plea, to hold you again..<br /><br />who do I share it with, <br />my gain and my pain? <br />Only sorrows echo through my smile and the cheers..<br /><br />Yours Truly<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-956309437122775414?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-48339876469300072582009-02-08T01:16:00.000+08:002009-02-08T01:18:36.606+08:00you look through me at the world<br /><br />so i cracked to get your attention<br /><br />in a milliion pieces though<br />my tears are shrapnels to your skin<br /><br />ever careful not to cut your surface<br />to cause you pain when i'm skin deep<br /><br />oh flesh i never wanted to make you bleed<br /><br />i still remember through cold nights and privacy<br />i've been there to suit your needs<br /><br />...now just a peril<br />...to be rid off<br />replaced and thrown away..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-4833987646930007258?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-15491948846898783522009-01-18T04:44:00.000+08:002009-01-18T04:45:03.079+08:00Undivine valentine<br />you cling on diamonds<br />take on the lips of a stranger<br />oh, sour heart<br />of hate<br />of regret<br />spite<br />why do you envy the one whose love age like wine?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-1549194884689878352?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-45292267661612666102009-01-15T01:28:00.001+08:002009-01-15T01:28:38.166+08:00how does one, who is blind visualize beauty?<br />speak of it<br />sing of it<br />how does one, who sees, go blind?<br /><br />if love is blind?<br />the sightless had seen<br />to live in love<br />is to be forever blind<br />how does he speak of beauty<br />not even seen<br /><br />how does one, who is blind<br />see sparks<br />speaks of it<br />how does he....<br />oh, how does he......<br /><br />love is sound<br />i say....<br />love is sound<br />gentle melodies<br />gashing chords<br />gargantuan drums<br />all felt<br />when love pulled your heart strings<br />love lurks unseen...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-4529226766161266610?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-19212548252019922012009-01-02T01:42:00.000+08:002009-01-02T01:43:21.917+08:00THEY STARTED<br />with eyes closed<br />stepping through their fears<br />ever zealous<br />the young hearts set adrift<br />into the surreal forever<br /><br />WHEN IT ENDS<br />shower me<br />with fragments of memories<br />of piercing past<br />the pain, a pleasure<br />the pain<br />my pleasure<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-1921254825201992201?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-65548414006944415252009-01-01T14:26:00.004+08:002009-01-01T14:41:20.295+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SVxkkgELmcI/AAAAAAAAAVs/TsMiDPeZ8pQ/s1600-h/IMG_8335.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SVxkkgELmcI/AAAAAAAAAVs/TsMiDPeZ8pQ/s400/IMG_8335.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286210640871659970" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-6554841400694441525?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-15511032286093720312008-12-30T01:06:00.000+08:002008-12-30T01:07:33.344+08:00look up at the sky<br />the word a waste<br /><br />the air i breathe<br />to utter<br /><br />it's nothing you don't know<br />and then i wrote it<br /><br />the open sky<br />before it closes<br />take in as much<br />no one to stop you<br />how you may<br /><br />the sky<br />of whom<br />colours felt your eyes<br /><br />a simple tilt<br />does so<br />oh idle heart<br />sound mind<br /><br />look into<br />and in there<br />look up<br />listen carefully<br />the idle sky...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-1551103228609372031?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-28337610606827576382008-12-29T01:29:00.000+08:002008-12-29T01:33:39.327+08:00A heathen<br />Bereft of sanity<br />Induced with alcohol<br />Sees everything as gold<br /><br />A clumsy fool<br />Trips <br />Falls<br /><br />A sense of déjà vu<br />like dew on the fields<br />of infinite mornings<br />each time he steals her glance<br /><br />Not among glitters and stars<br />kept just high enough<br />away from everyone<br /><br />Everyone else but him<br />to set free<br /><br /><br /><br />and i set free...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-2833761060682757638?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-92229498229190802572008-12-15T11:42:00.000+08:002008-12-15T11:43:06.175+08:00I'm falling<br />Falling<br />Destined to hit the ground hard<br />Tidal waves to slap me about<br />Yet in quiet dissent<br />a man's will it's called<br />I close my eyes<br />in hope and prayer<br />in amicable defeat<br />for one's palm i can rest on<br />forever and ever <br />Till wake do me part<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-9222949822919080257?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-66239484038203855962008-12-15T11:40:00.000+08:002008-12-15T11:41:35.297+08:00Love has no boundaries.<br />It pushes till it hurts.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-6623948403820385596?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-31254206150942835992008-12-15T11:36:00.000+08:002008-12-15T11:40:36.468+08:00stills in my mind<br />split by seconds<br />all scattered<br /><br />blossomed in hearts<br />tainted in mind<br />sadness and joy<br />and just<br /><br />farther than stars<br />as clear as sunrise<br />memories dim like sunset<br /><br />still..<br />memories...live on<br />and the last line will always<br />sound familiar..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-3125420615094283599?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-69299294975624421962008-12-10T00:01:00.000+08:002008-12-10T00:11:11.265+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/ST6XsRunZiI/AAAAAAAAAVA/qC8OYs1x-Ks/s1600-h/IMG_4656.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/ST6XsRunZiI/AAAAAAAAAVA/qC8OYs1x-Ks/s400/IMG_4656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277822600253761058" /></a><br /><br />It's December. So depressing. Living dualist.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-6929929497562442196?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-52937182598479602182008-10-30T23:55:00.000+08:002008-10-30T23:56:06.024+08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrowresurrect/2987080188/" title="Nap by James Kumar, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3193/2987080188_bbe039d9ba.jpg" width="334" height="500" alt="Nap" /></a><br /><br />I wanna nap too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-5293718259847960218?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-32848620438918925552008-10-23T03:00:00.000+08:002008-10-23T03:09:43.444+08:00Reminiscence of the coloured sky<br />When fireworks caught your eyes<br />In surrender, a certain calm<br />A thunder stolen<br />not for the first time<br /><br />A piece of a broken heart<br />to slit my blues<br />a deeper red, in bloom<br /><br />Death<br />Despair<br />Barren dreams<br />carved on my wounds<br />Repeatedly repeat repeatedly<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-3284862043891892555?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-47391905966114786482008-09-30T01:42:00.005+08:002009-04-14T13:07:05.230+08:00The look of love<br />What have you for me<br />Eyes rested <br />Upon infinite stars<br />Shooting yellow from the grey<br /><br />For tonight<br />If she was Juliet<br />Let me be Romeo<br />A gift i gave<br />To remember<br />moments we shared<br /><br />Oh, modern love <br />Numbers we exchanged<br />Figuring out<br />fairy tales with ever after<br />The start of any end<br /><br />An Israeli girl<br />Who carried guns<br />Fought wars<br />Proven by scars<br />Pierced a spear<br />Right through my heart<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-4739190596611478648?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-24435724981036494642008-09-29T01:52:00.001+08:002008-09-29T02:06:22.394+08:00In thy slumber perhaps<br />a knight shall arrive<br />He'll see the stars in your eyes<br />To you... <br />he'll be the sky.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-2443572498103649464?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-74291999610218674732008-09-26T13:19:00.000+08:002008-09-26T13:22:23.639+08:00Hearts engulfed<br />The smoke<br />a mist to unravel.<br />Neither blind<br />But deafened<br />to read the signs.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-7429199961021867473?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-61509718707618841412008-08-11T18:55:00.002+08:002008-08-11T19:18:25.528+08:00So after months of pondering what to do with the frame i bought from Ikea, i finally decided to do something with it/to it.<br />A creation i call "The Morose Message"<br />Made out of magazines and glue, an abstract of my sick sad little world.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SKAbBGbeGZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4rVpq2jzUUY/s1600-h/framedpoetry.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SKAbBGbeGZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4rVpq2jzUUY/s320/framedpoetry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233212472724167058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SKAbBZGatJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/J_9QA2CQr5c/s1600-h/DSC01590.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SKAbBZGatJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/J_9QA2CQr5c/s320/DSC01590.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233212477736137874" /></a><br /><br />One for One Love.<br />I am rare.<br />Shades.<br />Like what you see? See what you like?<br />The age of understatements.<br />Revolution wanted.<br />Living, haunts.<br />Black casuals live.<br />Hunting girls. Where?<br />Concealers speak rough.<br />Blood Massacre.<br />Dreamed of Imperia.<br />I want to believe.<br />Live fast therapy.<br />I'm listening, talking to the mirror.<br />Control interrupted.<br />Fierce glamour kills adventure.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-6150971870761884141?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-80897488267895745652008-08-10T00:51:00.000+08:002008-08-10T00:57:27.538+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SJ3LWk2bwXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jpayju6kjfQ/s1600-h/cutelyfreaky.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SJ3LWk2bwXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jpayju6kjfQ/s320/cutelyfreaky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232561930783932786" /></a><br /><br />Drop it on me, they plead.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-8089748826789574565?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-42031878685356668522008-08-05T23:51:00.000+08:002008-08-05T23:55:16.479+08:00Great love exists even in beasts<br />Hitler and Eva<br /><br />When all was lost<br />And men turned their backs on him<br />She stood by him<br /><br />When everyone fled<br />She ran to him<br /><br />Even through hell<br />A bit of heaven<br />When they tied the knot<br /><br />Found Forever hours later<br />Arm in arm<br /><br />Bullets and Cyanide capsules<br />Their freedom<br /><br />"from our first meeting i swore to follow you anywhere even unto death. I live only for your love." - Eva Braun<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-4203187868535666852?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-40357052560813671362008-08-05T02:50:00.001+08:002008-08-05T03:03:39.513+08:00Unseen by the naked eye<br />A certain shade that is love<br />A colour, definitely from above<br />Angels appear<br />Arrows all in gear<br />Instrumentals in your ears<br />All meant and sent to steer<br />True love in the atmosphere<br />Hearts pierced, eyes adhere<br />Fate, the angel<br />Who else is here?<br />Oh, there is Lust the devil, you and fear.<br /><br />Love them all...truly<br /><br />Love we met<br />Through darkness we felt<br />In light we saw<br />Lest we forget<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-4035705256081367136?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-85416815497438472662008-08-01T20:25:00.000+08:002008-08-01T20:30:50.095+08:00Tear drops<br />Like morning dew<br />Upon a face<br />So much adored<br />Looking blue<br />In search of rescue<br />For sunrise, she awaits<br /><br />He dries tears<br />Upon the cheeks<br />Of one loved<br />A soul that not knoweth<br />A sun<br />Always there<br /><br />Her love arrives<br />In shining armor<br />A rescue<br />Ever so deep in love<br />Beyond words of a poet<br />Her beauty<br />On the lips of the sky and the ocean<br /><br />And thus he fades<br />The sun<br />Into darkness<br />The coldness of the night<br /><br />In the warmth of one's arms<br />She dwells<br />A moment the sun would die for<br />To gaze upon her<br />While she slumbers<br /><br />A sadness<br />An ache<br />A burning desire<br />The sun breaks dawn<br />With dew on the fields<br />Subdued though <br />Before anyone awakes<br /><br />A love unspoken of<br />Each day the same<br />Ever there<br />Content just to see her<br /><br />Still the sun shines<br />Only for her<br />Hoping one day she might see him<br />The blinding sun<br />Blinded by love<br />Forgetting his worth<br />In love with her<br />Forever..<br /><br /> - For Jessica<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-8541681549743847266?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-12205236179607961952008-07-24T00:04:00.000+08:002008-07-24T00:15:18.237+08:00Dici che il fiume<br />Trova la via al mare<br />E come il fiume<br />Giungerai a me<br />Oltre i confini<br />E le terre assetate<br />Dici che come il fiume<br />Come il fiume...<br />L'amore giungerà<br />L'amore...<br />E non so più pregare<br />E nell'amore non so più sperare<br />E quell'amore non so più aspettare<br /><br /><br />You say that the river<br />finds the way to the sea<br />and like the river<br />you will come to me<br />beyond the borders<br />and the dry lands<br />You say that like a river<br />like a river...<br />the love will come<br />the love...<br />And i don't know how to pray anymore<br />and in love i don't know how to hope anymore<br />and for that love i don't know how to wait anymore<br /><br /> - Just remembering those who have passed on..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-1220523617960796195?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-50579693676188127762008-05-29T20:42:00.000+08:002008-12-10T08:11:46.742+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SD6msEPT9BI/AAAAAAAAALg/EOnJw5RCawA/s1600-h/IMG_0008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SD6msEPT9BI/AAAAAAAAALg/EOnJw5RCawA/s320/IMG_0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205781495269291026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SD6msUPT9CI/AAAAAAAAALo/-58CN7F98hg/s1600-h/IMG_0009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SD6msUPT9CI/AAAAAAAAALo/-58CN7F98hg/s320/IMG_0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205781499564258338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SD6ms0PT9DI/AAAAAAAAALw/dxg-VKtohUA/s1600-h/IMG_0010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SD6ms0PT9DI/AAAAAAAAALw/dxg-VKtohUA/s320/IMG_0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205781508154192946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SD6lw0PT87I/AAAAAAAAAKw/-bQ4Jve8Nos/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SD6lw0PT87I/AAAAAAAAAKw/-bQ4Jve8Nos/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205780477362041778" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SD6lxUPT88I/AAAAAAAAAK4/rRlNDND6Aek/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SD6lxUPT88I/AAAAAAAAAK4/rRlNDND6Aek/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205780485951976386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SD6lxkPT89I/AAAAAAAAALA/gUyQmRE6hR4/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SD6lxkPT89I/AAAAAAAAALA/gUyQmRE6hR4/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205780490246943698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SD6lx0PT8-I/AAAAAAAAALI/wZ3FWFkUgMU/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SD6lx0PT8-I/AAAAAAAAALI/wZ3FWFkUgMU/s320/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205780494541911010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SD6lyEPT8_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/DMx3NnqV7UA/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SD6lyEPT8_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/DMx3NnqV7UA/s320/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205780498836878322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SD6mrkPT9AI/AAAAAAAAALY/ufImBYCDcCU/s1600-h/IMG_0006+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SD6mrkPT9AI/AAAAAAAAALY/ufImBYCDcCU/s320/IMG_0006+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205781486679356418" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-5057969367618812776?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-61768246011274049342008-05-01T10:21:00.001+08:002008-12-10T08:11:47.690+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SBkpji634rI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nBTrzq_53jY/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SBkpji634rI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nBTrzq_53jY/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195229335794475698" /></a><br />Couple of edits i did by request.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SBkpjy634sI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LvlJpt8MRbo/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SBkpjy634sI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LvlJpt8MRbo/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195229340089443010" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-6176824601127404934?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-11624272446379995632008-04-27T11:12:00.000+08:002008-12-10T08:11:47.872+08:00<BR><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s297.photobucket.com/albums/mm224/jameskumar/?albumview=slideshow"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/SBPvZS634qI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FlBkXib8NK0/s400/funeralpics.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193758013142852258" /></a><br /><BR><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wKvO9SXv0k8&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wKvO9SXv0k8&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />There's a land that is fairer than day<br />And by faith we can see it afar<br />For the Father waits over the way<br />To prepare us a dwelling place there<br /><br />In the sweet by and by<br />We shall meet on that beautiful shore<br />In the sweet by and by<br />We shall meet on that beautiful shore<br /><br />We shall sing on that beautiful shore<br />The melodious songs of the blessed<br />And our spirits shall sorrow no more<br />Not a sigh for the blessing of rest<br /><br />To our bountiful Father above<br />We will offer our tribute of praise<br />For the glorious gift of His love<br />And the blessings that hallow our days<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-1162427244637999563?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-4953976526833438442008-04-19T11:53:00.000+08:002008-04-19T11:57:31.936+08:00<BR><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrowresurrect/2395959542/" title="Sun Conures by James Kumar, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2291/2395959542_8c548ffce1.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="Sun Conures" /></a><br /><BR><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrowresurrect/2398721202/" title="Shoebill by James Kumar, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3262/2398721202_519964da58.jpg" width="334" height="500" alt="Shoebill" /></a><br /><br><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrowresurrect/2395101527/" title="DSC00445 by James Kumar, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2378/2395101527_39069bb375.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="DSC00445" /></a><br /><br />More on my Flickr page...well not all. Will upload them all when i have the time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-495397652683343844?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-81769098477715812912008-04-08T23:14:00.000+08:002008-12-10T08:11:48.515+08:00<br><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/R_uM1IqOd0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/CuU2RdDp0uE/s1600-h/04+psp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/R_uM1IqOd0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/CuU2RdDp0uE/s320/04+psp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186894240332805954" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/R_uM1oqOd1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/YSSTiyHtw9g/s1600-h/wings.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/R_uM1oqOd1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/YSSTiyHtw9g/s320/wings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186894248922740562" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/R_uM1oqOd2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/aRJe3kPE-Ug/s1600-h/psp+ver.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/R_uM1oqOd2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/aRJe3kPE-Ug/s320/psp+ver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186894248922740578" /></a><br /><br /><em><strong>Even if the morrow is barren of promises<br />Nothing shall forestall my return</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><br />More Crisis Core influenced pictures i made for my PSP wallpaper.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-8176909847771581291?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-60909496372233089512008-04-05T14:55:00.000+08:002008-12-10T08:11:48.835+08:00<br><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/R_ciuIqOdyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FjZ-3c4eEvo/s1600-h/dreams.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/R_ciuIqOdyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FjZ-3c4eEvo/s400/dreams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185651671934334754" /></a><br /><br />Hadn't done this kinda thing for a very long time. Had a bit of time at hand and so i thought i do something inspired by the One Winged Angels of Crisis Core Final Fantasy VII. Greatest Game on PSP by the way.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/R_ckP4qOdzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fYjgJhu2LxU/s1600-h/ffvii_crisis_core_artwork.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/R_ckP4qOdzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fYjgJhu2LxU/s320/ffvii_crisis_core_artwork.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185653351266547506" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-6090949637223308951?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-60565810739481061972008-03-21T19:55:00.000+08:002008-12-10T08:11:49.072+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/R-OikIqOdxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/X2pFUjGI8I8/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/R-OikIqOdxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/X2pFUjGI8I8/s400/DSC00244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180162738089785106" /></a><br /><br />Won't blame you if you can't tell. Need tripod and lenses...and practice.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-6056581073948106197?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-89950929122947847972008-03-20T01:26:00.001+08:002008-12-10T08:11:49.181+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/R-FN0AEgHQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Y-v5MNFjMXc/s1600-h/raghuvaran200.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/R-FN0AEgHQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Y-v5MNFjMXc/s200/raghuvaran200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179506602220199170" /></a><br /><br />Raghuvaran's claim to fame was his stylized way of acting and his dialogue delivery. He had a huge following among the masses. He stole the thunder whenever he played the villain with the swagger and with the way he drawled on his dialogues. Right from his first film Ezhavathu Manithan(1982), he created his own acting style.<br /><br />Below is a video tribute i made in memory of the greatest villain actor ever.<br />I spent most of my childhood days watching him and it is a great loss for sure to the Indian Movie industry.<br />Rest in peace...<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9-GXV20pvk&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9-GXV20pvk&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Raghuvaran, the Greatest Villain of all time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-8995092912294784797?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-47786065997922444872008-03-11T00:31:00.000+08:002008-03-11T00:37:57.806+08:00<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TzNza21A2uo"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TzNza21A2uo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />I tried to be perfect<br />but nothing was worth it.<br />I don't believe it makes me real.<br />I thought it'd be easy<br />but no one believes me.<br />I meant all the things I said.<br />If you'd believe it's in my soul,I'd say all the words that I know<br />just to see if it would show<br />that I'm trying to let you know<br />that I'm better off on my own.<br /><br />This place is so empty.<br />My thoughts are so tempting.<br />I don't know how it got so bad.<br />Sometimes it's so crazy<br />but nothing can save me<br />but it's the only thing that I have.<br />If you'd believe it's in my soul,I'd say all the words that I know<br />just to see if it would show<br />that I'm trying to let you know<br />that I'm better off on my own.<br /><br />I tried to be perfect,it just wasn't worth it.<br />Nothing could ever be so wrong.<br />It's hard to believe me.<br />It never gets easy.<br />I guess I knew that all along.<br />If you'd believe it's in my soul,I'd say all the words that I know<br />just to see if it would show<br />that I'm trying to let you know<br />that I'm better off on my own.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-4778606599792244487?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-87239469511387435862007-04-20T00:24:00.000+08:002007-04-20T00:27:06.861+08:00Looks like everybody is in on it! There are actually people queing up to do this ad!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1Pb_81ZhqM"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1Pb_81ZhqM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-8723946951138743586?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-66008429778688545562007-03-21T12:30:00.000+08:002008-12-10T08:11:52.841+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/RgC1G0WCk6I/AAAAAAAAACY/4I6rmH73Bag/s1600-h/011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/RgC1G0WCk6I/AAAAAAAAACY/4I6rmH73Bag/s400/011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044230711389885346" /></a><br /><br />Again i dream of her. I don't even try to or plan to but i end up in that world.<br />This is something else altogether. The dreams are so real it haunts me.<br />Is it her hair or is it her face? Is it the fact that she was the hand i held first?<br />Or is it because i ran away.<br />I was young and it's not supposed to be this way. Way too young to understand anything.<br />Don't get me wrong i do enjoy my time there with her.<br />Don't get me wrong our relationship is not physical.<br />She is not real. <br />I've just been dreaming of her since i was seven...no big deal.<br />I'm not in love. I'm puzzled. Maybe she is the best dream my mind could ever have.<br />As for me, i need sleep.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-6600842977868854556?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-55457480258426524302007-03-10T02:00:00.000+08:002008-12-10T08:11:53.214+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/RfGhLq8A-8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BPrn4mUVi7M/s1600-h/llwsid.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/RfGhLq8A-8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BPrn4mUVi7M/s400/llwsid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039986679880940482" /></a><br /><br />Like a plague, even the youngest of lights creep in over darkness.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-5545748025842652430?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-67566772320253893472007-03-06T02:58:00.000+08:002008-12-10T08:11:53.432+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/Rexqgk5b1MI/AAAAAAAAABs/lkGTVXRIDos/s1600-h/quote.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5eSYwpfHa8/Rexqgk5b1MI/AAAAAAAAABs/lkGTVXRIDos/s400/quote.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038519191013676226" /></a><br /><br />Wow colours and words on my face.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-6756677232025389347?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1169550887716305412007-01-23T19:02:00.000+08:002007-01-23T19:26:37.706+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7793/766/1600/257592/gb.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7793/766/200/456595/gb.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />TITLE : GEORGE BEST (02:24)<br />GENRE : House<br /><br />Dreamy house sounds made for the silky skills of George Best. <br />Style. Class. Brilliance. Best. George Best that is. <br />Remembering the legend for his undoubted skills on the ball through house music.<br />My way of showing appreciation and admiration for the late Manchester United number 7.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-116955088771630541?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1169485970925962032007-01-23T00:56:00.000+08:002007-01-23T19:24:06.660+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7793/766/1600/106348/flight34.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7793/766/200/83194/flight34.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />TITLE : FLIGHT 34 (03:02)<br />GENRE : Ambient Chillout<br /><br /><br />Ahoy there! Been working on this track and it's finally done(i hope). Nonetheless(do they still use this word?) it's uploaded straight into the download <a href="http://www.box.net">box</a>. Titled, Flight 34, it's an ambient chillout track and seems like this sort of genre is popular at Tone Studios recently.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-116948597092596203?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1167234153885191812006-12-27T23:33:00.000+08:002006-12-27T23:48:51.576+08:00Abby's in her forties<br />and she's got dirty panties<br />covering her bounty brownies<br />it's more than just booties<br />c'mon off with those nighties<br />the junkie's such a tease flea<br /><br />when she's at the movies<br />she looks for men with herpes<br />Mondays that's when she plays her oldies<br />leaving out the pixies<br />Wednesdays she does her striptease<br />for her favorite rookies<br />pretending to hail a taxi amongst a group of rowdies<br /><br />born in the sixties<br />drinkin only Whiskey<br />done by many yuppies<br />who only bought her teddies<br />Abby in her eighties<br />was like a walking Emmy<br />loved daisies and dandies<br />She started drinking Brandy<br /><br />now she's just a zombie<br />this I'm sure she didn't for-see<br />how I'm worried about my high school cherry<br />whether a sleaze or just a softy<br />Abby is my sweetie<br />no worries my whimsy baby<br />there's no sad history<br />i'm just glad to be in her-story<br /><br />Lyrics to next song maybe? It's titled Abby and i'm still working on it. It'll be up on EXTRAS page when it's done. Sad is comic sometimes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-116723415388519181?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1160072736034998052006-10-06T02:21:00.000+08:002006-10-06T02:25:36.050+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/1600/D1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/400/D1.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-116007273603499805?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1159975895558674862006-10-04T23:20:00.001+08:002006-10-04T23:31:35.580+08:00One thing i don't like being is out of form at the sport i love. It's been such ever since recovering from my injury. Another thing i don't like is when people come up to me and say it. Well i'm done hiding and swaying away from it. Two years is a long time to be away from the sport and to come back is exciting but yet i have felt that my confidence has been shattered the day i got injured. Yes i am out of form and i am doing what i can to be back. Trying to be better than ever? No. I want to get to where i was then from there better than ever will come. I hope this confession leads to something. ...or maybe i should stop reading self help books.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-115997589555867486?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1156812673778642022006-08-29T08:46:00.000+08:002006-08-29T08:51:13.786+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/1600/bookmark.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/400/bookmark.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>So i had time to kill. Did a number on Zaki. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-115681267377864202?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1156424597893003542006-08-24T20:55:00.000+08:002006-08-24T21:03:17.893+08:00Hi i'm James. I'm at the point in my life where i'm guessing what do i do next now that i'm all adult by age that is. Oh i'm 23.<br />That could be the fastest speed dating ever if you were a woman.<br />Yes, sorry to disappoint you guys but i'm straight.<br />Ok now stop trying to find fault, i have nothing against gay people.<br />Really! Isn't it funny how we are told not to judge a book by it's cover and we always do it. I mean if it's new, it's new, if it's old, it's old.<br />Ok before you run to complain, i have nothing against old people.<br />Sometimes, correction, most times there is a misconception of old being wise, talking about people of course.<br />I think it's those quiet ones that are wise. I like to think i'm wise.<br />No! I'm not stupid.<br />Everyone feels like they are being watched. That is why we behave. Not to get laid, there are much more important things than that like get paid.<br />No! Not by whoring yourself! Well in a way, work is such.<br />Is that all we ever think about, money? Well i suppose so.<br />No money probably means no life.<br />Ok ok there are some going not everything is about money.<br />Yes you are right, unfortunately.<br />I hate being proved wrong. I'm a bad loser.<br />Sometimes you're right and sometimes you're not. Sometimes you shouldn't judge people and sometimes you should.<br />Come on this ain't the Bible or something. Just think straight and use common sense.<br />Straight has nothing to do with sexing an individual but of the mind. In other words think right!<br />Some of you are going hey i'm not stupid! You don't need to explain it or everything to me.<br />Well hey if it makes the book thick, why not!<br />If everybody had everything nobody can have nothing. Ooh ahh wow a quote or some sort.<br />Ever read a poem? I'm not talking about those long ones, they just make me dizzy and want to take a nap or something.<br />Poems are great. In fact, wonderful to read and if it does something for you or to you.<br />Everyone can write poems. I wonder what you have to do to be a poet or be called a poet.<br />Easy! Just think of the subject and beat about or around the subject, of course some rhyming wouldn't hurt and voila!<br />Poems i guess are hidden statements. Clues. Solve it!<br />Poets of those times would probably be called rappers now.<br />Nursery rhymes bought for a dime.<br />This is my time to rise as i edge closer to my kind.<br />Kings.<br />Queen, you know you like my style.<br />Grind, i know you know how.<br />Bow, i'll call you another time.<br /><br />Ok ok i'll stop!<br /><br />(I found this "article" i wrote lying around in my ebooks folder..I probably had too much time writing this then.. Someone throw a shoe at me.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-115642459789300354?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1153932199556270682006-07-27T00:35:00.000+08:002006-07-27T00:43:19.566+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/1600/nacho.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/320/nacho.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />If you didn't watch Nacho Libre, you suck. This is one of my favourite line he says in the movie. Another one,Oh yes, those eagle eggs....they were LIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lieeeess...!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-115393219955627068?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1153814018478880712006-07-25T15:43:00.000+08:002006-07-25T15:53:38.486+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/1600/zidane.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/320/zidane.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> Without a shout of a doubt, the best picture taken at the FIFA World Cup finals held in Germany 2006. Zinedine Zidane walking into the dark leaving behind a legacy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-115381401847888071?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1153721468774533382006-07-24T13:34:00.000+08:002006-07-24T14:17:36.136+08:00I saw red yet again. What makes one good he asked, a cool head he said. A fire that burns so cold. They tend to forget i burn when i get cold. It was not meant for the fallen. All meant for the ones standing and what may come. Enemies stood in awe watching their kind helpless. I was ready. Nobody else stepped forward. Fear crept into their eyes. Rooted to the ground which they were formed of by the creator. Sent out i'm sure from the heavens above, not for the first time i have stood fallen from my acts. What makes one good he asks, i wouldn't know..i'm the best.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-115372146877453338?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1153673483263529212006-07-24T00:49:00.001+08:002009-05-22T01:26:21.389+08:00He who becomes a beast gets rid of the pain of being a man.. - Just a quote i quote.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-115367348326352921?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1152966976358501192006-07-15T20:34:00.000+08:002006-07-15T20:36:16.660+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/1600/WTF.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/320/WTF.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-115296697635850119?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1145046870446338972006-04-15T04:22:00.000+08:002006-04-15T04:34:30.460+08:00Alright guys i'm migrating soon so i've got some stuff that i thought i might give away.<br />Mostly electronics and clothes and among other stuff so just <span style="color:#ff0000;">click on the link below</span> as i've made a list of things i'm giving away. (<strong>First ask first get basis</strong>.)<br /><a href="http://piv.pivpiv.dk/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y111/thecrowresurrect/neonhanger.gif" border="0" alt="ListOfThings" /></a><br /><br />God Bless.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-114504687044633897?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1140898435402441352006-02-26T04:11:00.000+08:002006-02-27T23:44:50.423+08:00<span style="color:#333333;">No use of being of use if you are being used.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-114089843540244135?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1136211174816728662006-01-02T21:55:00.002+08:002009-05-22T01:40:15.833+08:00Don't steal from me, <div>i will kill you eventually.<br />Just wait and i will take my time.<div>Don't lie to yourself,  </div><div>you are afraid.<br />Don't fool yourself, </div><div>it's not like in your dreams.</div><div>Once i arrive, </div><div>we leave.</div><div>Silently we can leave.</div><div>I will always keep you wondering.<br />I'm much deeper than life.</div><div>I'm neither heaven nor hell, </div><div>i'm a just a path.</div><div>Not of evil.<br />Not of good.<br />I'm disliked.<br />I'm hated.<br />I'm sorry....but I am death.</div><div>I've been around for very long but i'm still going strong.<br /></div><div>Long a life but even longer and eternal is death..<br />I can go on..and on..and even scare you to death</div><div>Not yet</div><div>Not now</div><div>Till we meet..I am Death</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-113621117481672866?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1131720593524591772005-11-11T22:46:00.000+08:002005-11-11T22:49:53.540+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/1600/isaidwhite.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/320/isaidwhite.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/1600/isaidbleed.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/320/isaidbleed.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/1600/isaidgreen.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/320/isaidgreen.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-113172059352459177?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1131717940211281742005-11-11T21:53:00.000+08:002005-11-11T22:10:18.050+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/1600/nuplan.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/320/nuplan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/1600/34.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/320/34.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/1600/nuplan2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/320/nuplan2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#666666;">THE PLAN Version:</span> <span style="color:#ffff66;">34</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffff66;">3</span> <span style="color:#333333;">representing</span> <span style="color:#ffff66;">THE</span> <span style="color:#666666;">and</span> <span style="color:#ffff66;">4</span> <span style="color:#666666;">representing</span> <span style="color:#ffff66;">PLAN.</span></span><span style="color:#666666;">. NUMBered.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-113171794021128174?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1125663068823251022005-09-02T20:01:00.000+08:002005-09-02T20:11:08.826+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/1600/letusgrow.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/320/letusgrow.jpg" border="0" /></a> Not so mere, it's happening. Inspired by a song i'm writing. Look at it this way, let your children grow. Look at this, look at this axe, look at how it destroys dreams and how a child indulges in the pursuit of freedom.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-112566306882325102?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1125461219933188892005-08-31T12:00:00.000+08:002005-08-31T12:06:59.946+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/1600/DarkPlan2.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/320/DarkPlan2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Scythe Dincht has a gift, he sees the future. He's version of THE PLAN in the year 2019. All because i was his 666th visitor. Thanks <a href="http://www.finaldincht.blogspot.com">Maniac</a>. As he said.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-112546121993318889?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1124383885932592922005-08-19T00:47:00.000+08:002005-08-19T00:51:25.943+08:00It's always cold at night isn't it...? I guess i'm used to it, it gets me all numb for the same tomorrow.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-112438388593259292?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1124080865377154002005-08-15T12:38:00.000+08:002005-08-15T12:52:27.326+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/1600/buckley2.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7793/766/320/buckley2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>Forget Her</strong><br />While this town is busy sleeping<br />All the noises died away<br />I walk the streets to stop my weeping<br />But she'll never change her ways<br />Don't fool yourself<br />She was heartache from the moment that you met her<br />My heart feels so still<br />As I try to find the will to forget her somehow<br />Oh I think I've forgotten her now<br />Her love is a rose pale and dying<br />Dropping her petals and man I know<br />All full of wine the world before her<br />But sober with no place to go<br />Don't fool yourself<br />She was heartache from the moment that you met her<br />My heart is frozen still<br />As I try to find the will to forget her somehow<br />She's somewhere out there now<br />Oh my tears folded down as I tried to forget<br />Her love was a joke from the day that we met<br />All of the words all of her men<br />All of my pain when I think back to when<br />Remember her hair as it shone in the sun<br />It was there on the bed when I knew what she'd done<br />Tell yourself over and over you wont ever need her again<br />But don't fool yourself<br />She was heartache from the moment that you met her<br />Oh my heart is frozen still<br />As I try to find the will to forget her somehow<br />She's out there somewhere now<br />Oh<br />She was heartache from the day that i first met her<br />My heart is frozen still<br />As I try to find the will to forget you somehow<br />'Cause I know you're somewhere out there right now<br /><br />One of my most favorite song in <a href="http://www.sonymusic.com/artists/JeffBuckley/Videos/JeffBuckley_ForgetHerVidFull.ram">video</a><br />This is why people fall in love with music..this song is just beautiful.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-112408086537715400?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1121879590356806792005-07-21T01:13:00.000+08:002005-07-21T01:13:10.383+08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/75/4235/1024/pain.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/75/4235/400/pain.jpg'></a><br />Heavy Rain... Rain, a weather you whether. Pain, a weather you wither. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-112187959035680679?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1121617798949174282005-07-18T00:26:00.000+08:002005-07-18T00:29:58.953+08:00Better late than never arrived, better late than never alive.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-112161779894917428?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1119369240447929642005-06-21T23:54:00.000+08:002005-06-21T23:54:00.463+08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/75/4235/1024/joseph..jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/75/4235/400/joseph..jpg'></a><br />He reached the finishing line with absolute perfection...into his father's arms..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-111936924044792964?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1114966622937311302005-05-02T00:57:00.000+08:002005-05-02T00:57:02.936+08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/75/4235/1024/rgdfgfdfd.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/75/4235/400/rgdfgfdfd.jpg'></a><br />THE PLAN: INVERTO<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-111496662293731130?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1114624166749017222005-04-28T01:49:00.000+08:002005-04-28T01:49:26.750+08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/75/4235/1024/jan.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/75/4235/400/jan.jpg'></a><br />Janis...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-111462416674901722?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1114196916826438642005-04-23T03:08:00.000+08:002005-04-23T03:08:36.826+08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/75/4235/1024/scythe%20graveyard%20copy.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/75/4235/400/scythe%20graveyard%20copy.jpg'></a><br />Scythe Dincht warns..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-111419691682643864?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109338.post-1113676737565010692005-04-17T02:38:00.000+08:002005-04-17T02:38:57.566+08:00<p><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">I've got so much ange<span style="color:#ff0000;">r </span>within me. Not <span style="color:#ff0000;">a</span>t myself but at the world. Fuck you if you are thinking, not another one of those people who are all about me a<span style="color:#ff0000;">g</span>ainst th<span style="color:#ff0000;">e</span> w<span style="color:#ff0000;">o</span>rld, so yeah FUCK YOU. I dono what the <span style="color:#ff0000;">f</span>uck you are doing here anyhow, you mus<span style="color:#ff0000;">t</span> be lost if you found yourself <span style="color:#ff0000;">h</span>er<span style="color:#ff0000;">e</span>. What is u<span style="color:#ff0000;">p</span> with the imboci<span style="color:#ff0000;">l</span>es who st<span style="color:#ff0000;">a</span>re at my existe<span style="color:#ff0000;">n</span>ce, do they wish they were dead? Do they wish i rip their filthy bodies apart and place them in alphabetic order for thier fucking cunt licking families to see!? I'm no racist and i'm not prejudice but all in my way are the same fucked up faces that need a makeover with my fists! I'm not evil so don't get me wrong, then again go fuck yourselves if you try to judge me! Fuck this shit.. I'm outta here and in pure PLAN fashion, <span style="color:#ff0000;">as i said</span>.</span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109338-111367673756501069?l=poetic-suicides.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crow resurrectnoreply@blogger.com0