HAVE A WONDERFULL NEW YEAR.
-The Blogger
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Ouch
esta simple foto.
me llego profundo.
y aqui la comparto con ustedes
(kind of tumblr like :P )
- The Blogger
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Flourescencia del alma.
mi mente se llena de borrones.
productos inconclusos.
letras divagantes
no logro integrar mis pensamientos.
parecen derivadas, tranformadas y matrices.
que la inversa de la vida esta en lo abstracto
nadie sabe la transpuesta de la muerte.
el producto del trabajo es la miserable utopia del ensueño
ponderando eternamente durante todo momento.
intervienen mis conversasiones
interrumpen mis pensamientos
influencian mis emociones
y se asocian para hacer de las suyas con mi ser.
aqui me siento en un ambiente programable
un ente virtualmente real y realmente imaginario
la pantalla ilumina mi rostro
y penumbra el resto del cuarto.
a contra luz y desenfocado me encuentro en esta cama.
recreando pensamientos de alegria, imaginando lo que pudo haber sido
y sopesando lo que nunca sera.
letras que transmiten, mas bien un momento, que un mensaje.
creo que ya es hora de volver a dormir.
productos inconclusos.
letras divagantes
no logro integrar mis pensamientos.
parecen derivadas, tranformadas y matrices.
que la inversa de la vida esta en lo abstracto
nadie sabe la transpuesta de la muerte.
el producto del trabajo es la miserable utopia del ensueño
ponderando eternamente durante todo momento.
intervienen mis conversasiones
interrumpen mis pensamientos
influencian mis emociones
y se asocian para hacer de las suyas con mi ser.
aqui me siento en un ambiente programable
un ente virtualmente real y realmente imaginario
la pantalla ilumina mi rostro
y penumbra el resto del cuarto.
a contra luz y desenfocado me encuentro en esta cama.
recreando pensamientos de alegria, imaginando lo que pudo haber sido
y sopesando lo que nunca sera.
letras que transmiten, mas bien un momento, que un mensaje.
creo que ya es hora de volver a dormir.
- The Blogger
Monday, October 26, 2009
to all dreams comes the morning.
why should i say such word?
regret?
i did earn something
every day we get some profit
of something we've done
this was no difference
and let me tell you this
to all mornings...
... comes a night,
and again the chance to dream.
regret?
i did earn something
every day we get some profit
of something we've done
this was no difference
and let me tell you this
to all mornings...
... comes a night,
and again the chance to dream.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Contrasting Contractions
Yesterday, i was the happier i have been in a really REALLY REEEAAAALLLLLLLYYYYY long time, and to tell the truth, for no aparent reason.
Today, the total opposite, for a BUNCH of reasons, i was really unhappy. MMT.
Today, the total opposite, for a BUNCH of reasons, i was really unhappy. MMT.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
and once again, i regain faith.
as i wander lonesome and bored throught another one of those lonely days.
i start hearing music.
this time i decide is a good idea to share it with you.
even tho i kno you'll dislike these
at least read those powerful lyrics.
for the faithful:
Haste the Day - Chorus of angels.
August Burns Red - Redemption.
Demon Hunter - Carry me Down.
As I Lay Dying - Darkest Nights.
Flyleaf - All Around Me.
enjoy.
The Blogger.
i start hearing music.
this time i decide is a good idea to share it with you.
even tho i kno you'll dislike these
at least read those powerful lyrics.
for the faithful:
Haste the Day - Chorus of angels.
August Burns Red - Redemption.
Demon Hunter - Carry me Down.
As I Lay Dying - Darkest Nights.
Flyleaf - All Around Me.
enjoy.
The Blogger.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
My Letter-shooting Pistol
Once again i post my way through feelings.
Casting words upon this keyboard.
to free my heartless soul of her burden.
if burden can be called, these bunch of thoughts
that randomly stab me from behind.
its like a raven oddly rapping on the window of my eyes.
disturbing my already dark view of my surroundings.
if i may clean up my head and sway everything away
and reorganize my darkest hour, maybe that way i can stay sane.
stop, you filthy pleasure, you are making me give in.
i dont want to lay a finger in a fiber of your skin.
let alone, a single filter of corruption
and pollution may become the solution of my sins.
for that im guilty, i assume,
what i pressume,
that you are thinking.
all these bitching labeled fiends ,
whom i called friends,
keep on their road, keep to pretend.
what if i say that they shall burn.
this letter shooting pistol
just now ran out of bullets.
may refill for any other entry.
not tonight, shall say Good Bye.
The Blogger.
Casting words upon this keyboard.
to free my heartless soul of her burden.
if burden can be called, these bunch of thoughts
that randomly stab me from behind.
its like a raven oddly rapping on the window of my eyes.
disturbing my already dark view of my surroundings.
if i may clean up my head and sway everything away
and reorganize my darkest hour, maybe that way i can stay sane.
stop, you filthy pleasure, you are making me give in.
i dont want to lay a finger in a fiber of your skin.
let alone, a single filter of corruption
and pollution may become the solution of my sins.
for that im guilty, i assume,
what i pressume,
that you are thinking.
all these bitching labeled fiends ,
whom i called friends,
keep on their road, keep to pretend.
what if i say that they shall burn.
this letter shooting pistol
just now ran out of bullets.
may refill for any other entry.
not tonight, shall say Good Bye.
The Blogger.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
and now im locked in a room
an no hope here, that blooms.
only thoughts bout myself,
and that person whos there.
i can see the door,
but its not like it matters
i kno bout a key, on the floor by the ladder.
but nobody knows that, im here on my own.
in this empty room, where everything lacks,
but its almost full.
nobody enters cause nobady can
its not like i want them to pass
so the doors locked for a reason
i just dont want visitors.
who are not allowed to get in my head
and affect all my thoughts.
im locked in a room where i surrender
to what i belive.
and i dont let others affect how i think.
cause everything's ordered
right on its place.
this room lacks of windows.
right now, so close minded.
stubborn and blinded.
this room is the best for my sake.
and when you meet me again
dont forget to say hi
to the man who isn't there.
The Blogger
an no hope here, that blooms.
only thoughts bout myself,
and that person whos there.
i can see the door,
but its not like it matters
i kno bout a key, on the floor by the ladder.
but nobody knows that, im here on my own.
in this empty room, where everything lacks,
but its almost full.
nobody enters cause nobady can
its not like i want them to pass
so the doors locked for a reason
i just dont want visitors.
who are not allowed to get in my head
and affect all my thoughts.
im locked in a room where i surrender
to what i belive.
and i dont let others affect how i think.
cause everything's ordered
right on its place.
this room lacks of windows.
right now, so close minded.
stubborn and blinded.
this room is the best for my sake.
and when you meet me again
dont forget to say hi
to the man who isn't there.
The Blogger
Sunday, August 23, 2009
=]
Fuck it all,
fuck this world,
fuck everything that you stand for,
don't belong,
don't exist,
don't give a shit,
don't ever judge me.
as simple as that :)
The Blogger.
fuck this world,
fuck everything that you stand for,
don't belong,
don't exist,
don't give a shit,
don't ever judge me.
as simple as that :)
The Blogger.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Eyeless
everytime i think about it, it haunts my head, its just like the song says:
the more i tried, the worst it got. every single person was telling her: "you should dump him", "he's not worth it".
am i that bad?
i guess i have to be horrible, for my own friends to tell her that, i must suck as a boyfriend, or at least they were not my friends.
but the thing is, now im scared.
what if i am really all they said?
now that im about to get in a relationship, i dont want to hurt her.
what do i need to improve? what do i need to change?
cuz i can't really see it for myself?
am i that blind?
I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
the more i tried, the worst it got. every single person was telling her: "you should dump him", "he's not worth it".
am i that bad?
i guess i have to be horrible, for my own friends to tell her that, i must suck as a boyfriend, or at least they were not my friends.
but the thing is, now im scared.
what if i am really all they said?
now that im about to get in a relationship, i dont want to hurt her.
what do i need to improve? what do i need to change?
cuz i can't really see it for myself?
am i that blind?
Thursday, July 23, 2009
What i want
what i want is someone who's always there for me.
someone whom i can talk to no matter the hour
no matter the topic and he will listen to me without problem.
what i want is someone thats gonna get sad and lonely if i dont get back home.
he'll begin to wander around waiting for me
someone who couldnt close their eyes if im not by his side.
what i want is someone whos not afreid of walking down the street
even if i'm acting stoopid, it would mean no shame for him.
someone grateful whom woulf cry if i left his side.
what i want is someone who would do what i say
just to see me smile and would cheer me up
if i feel down.
what i want is someone who would rip your arm if try to hurt me
bite your leg if you try to kick me.
someone whos not afraid to defend me even if it means it own death.
All i want is someone who will love me to death
no matter the circumtances, and its determined to do all that it takes
to make me happy.
All i want is a Dalmatian.
Yours Sincerely
The Blogger
someone whom i can talk to no matter the hour
no matter the topic and he will listen to me without problem.
what i want is someone thats gonna get sad and lonely if i dont get back home.
he'll begin to wander around waiting for me
someone who couldnt close their eyes if im not by his side.
what i want is someone whos not afreid of walking down the street
even if i'm acting stoopid, it would mean no shame for him.
someone grateful whom woulf cry if i left his side.
what i want is someone who would do what i say
just to see me smile and would cheer me up
if i feel down.
what i want is someone who would rip your arm if try to hurt me
bite your leg if you try to kick me.
someone whos not afraid to defend me even if it means it own death.
All i want is someone who will love me to death
no matter the circumtances, and its determined to do all that it takes
to make me happy.
All i want is a Dalmatian.
Yours Sincerely
The Blogger
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Such a loney day
Such a lonely day
And it's mine
The most loneliest day in my life
Such a lonely day
Should be banned
It's a day that I can't stand
The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life
Such a lonely day
Shouldn't exist
It's a day that I'll never miss
Such a lonely day
And it's mine
The most loneliest day of my life
And if you go,
I wanna go with you
And if you die,
I wanna die with you
Take your hand and then walk away
The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Around the world
Dudo de la perfeccion de como saldra esto, pero mientras forzo las palabras a brotar por mis dedos, oigo la melodiosa voz de un ente que transmite vacilante la armonia a mi cabeza.
Confundido entre el ocio y la malicia, en mi cuerpo no hay prisa por salir de esta vagancia, y en las nubes del pensamiento floto imaginando lo que podria pasar por sinverguenza, mas tanta es la anestecia emocional que realmente la sombra forastera no logra su objetivo.
Por otra parte, el asombro me invade al oir de la armonia del requiem, que una flor nace al interrumpir el eterno, certero e inamovible ciclo del carnero, violenta y rapidamente brota de sus petalos la suprema soberania de las multicolores llanuras ancestrales, haciendo de mi viaje, una vista mas bella, mientras el mistico conejo del reloj recorre el trayecto hacia su arbol hueco y magico.
Cansado de caminar, inicio el extraordinario ritual para expandir mis alas y subir al cielo, lejos de la gente, sintiendo sobre mi cara, la brisa natural del cielo nocturno, tan solo las estrellas me hacian compania y no se imaginan la profundidad de las conversaciones que tuvimos con la luna, y de su ferviente deseo por un hijo. Durante toda la noche estuvimos juntos, yo y la luna, solos en el espacio sideral, ya no eran necesarias mis alas, pues la gravedad del asunto no me afectaba ya.
Pero no, el sol se entero y interrumpio nuestra romantica velada llenando de luz el tenuamente iluminado cuarto, afirmando que yo no pertencia ahi, y manda a una de sus mas grandes llamaradas a escoltarme a la puerta, y asi comense a caer, en el instante en que la gravedad tuvo accion sobre mi. Callendo en picada, disfrutaba la caida, pues no imaginaba manera de sobrevivir, pero resulta que a lo lejos, logro divisar un autobus con la pintura mas psicodelica que e logrado ver jamas, acercandose lentamente a donde al parecer seria mi punto de aterrizaje. que decir de mi suerte, eran los beatles que con su musica amortiguaron el golpe.
Joe, me dijo el guitarrista, nos acompanias en nuestro viaje?, pregunto.
Seguro, le conteste.
y asi comensamos a volar cantando una cancion muy pegajosa, que nunca olvidare:
Confundido entre el ocio y la malicia, en mi cuerpo no hay prisa por salir de esta vagancia, y en las nubes del pensamiento floto imaginando lo que podria pasar por sinverguenza, mas tanta es la anestecia emocional que realmente la sombra forastera no logra su objetivo.
Por otra parte, el asombro me invade al oir de la armonia del requiem, que una flor nace al interrumpir el eterno, certero e inamovible ciclo del carnero, violenta y rapidamente brota de sus petalos la suprema soberania de las multicolores llanuras ancestrales, haciendo de mi viaje, una vista mas bella, mientras el mistico conejo del reloj recorre el trayecto hacia su arbol hueco y magico.
Cansado de caminar, inicio el extraordinario ritual para expandir mis alas y subir al cielo, lejos de la gente, sintiendo sobre mi cara, la brisa natural del cielo nocturno, tan solo las estrellas me hacian compania y no se imaginan la profundidad de las conversaciones que tuvimos con la luna, y de su ferviente deseo por un hijo. Durante toda la noche estuvimos juntos, yo y la luna, solos en el espacio sideral, ya no eran necesarias mis alas, pues la gravedad del asunto no me afectaba ya.
Pero no, el sol se entero y interrumpio nuestra romantica velada llenando de luz el tenuamente iluminado cuarto, afirmando que yo no pertencia ahi, y manda a una de sus mas grandes llamaradas a escoltarme a la puerta, y asi comense a caer, en el instante en que la gravedad tuvo accion sobre mi. Callendo en picada, disfrutaba la caida, pues no imaginaba manera de sobrevivir, pero resulta que a lo lejos, logro divisar un autobus con la pintura mas psicodelica que e logrado ver jamas, acercandose lentamente a donde al parecer seria mi punto de aterrizaje. que decir de mi suerte, eran los beatles que con su musica amortiguaron el golpe.
Joe, me dijo el guitarrista, nos acompanias en nuestro viaje?, pregunto.
Seguro, le conteste.
y asi comensamos a volar cantando una cancion muy pegajosa, que nunca olvidare:
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Day 7:
Its been awhile since last time i posted, but its because either i didn't had the mood or the entusiasm to write about anything or i simply din't had anything to write at all.
Anyhow, a lot has been throught my mind since three days ago, and actually as you can see none of it made me particularly happy, im experiencing a lot of drastical mood changes and a severe need for time alone, college finnaly coming to an end and with that it treatintg me better and better.
And as for the rest of the day, i have classes and my former ex-girlfriend wants to sit down and talk with me..., nothing really, just wondering.
PD: i've been this HUGE urge to do something, as i haven't been feeling any good in the last days, i'm afraid i might give in.
The Blogger.
Its been awhile since last time i posted, but its because either i didn't had the mood or the entusiasm to write about anything or i simply din't had anything to write at all.
Anyhow, a lot has been throught my mind since three days ago, and actually as you can see none of it made me particularly happy, im experiencing a lot of drastical mood changes and a severe need for time alone, college finnaly coming to an end and with that it treatintg me better and better.
And as for the rest of the day, i have classes and my former ex-girlfriend wants to sit down and talk with me..., nothing really, just wondering.
PD: i've been this HUGE urge to do something, as i haven't been feeling any good in the last days, i'm afraid i might give in.
The Blogger.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Day 4:
Readers, im afraid to say that im running out of people to entertain me.
and the fewer people, the harder is to overcome the lonelyness.
nothing as for today.
yesterday was ok, but didn't sleep as well as i would liked.
and i have a song in particular hauling all over my head.
theres not much to tell.
PD: i know you guys are dying to know which song is, well, how six songs collide - norwegian recycling.
Truly bored.
The Blogger
Readers, im afraid to say that im running out of people to entertain me.
and the fewer people, the harder is to overcome the lonelyness.
nothing as for today.
yesterday was ok, but didn't sleep as well as i would liked.
and i have a song in particular hauling all over my head.
theres not much to tell.
PD: i know you guys are dying to know which song is, well, how six songs collide - norwegian recycling.
Truly bored.
The Blogger
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Day 3:
its kinda early, but i couldn't find time to write yesterday.
well, the so anticipated friday turned out to be an EPIC FAIL, i suddenly got what we call lack of INTEREST, and even tho i had plans for that night, i suddenly didnt felt like doing shit.
today, i woke up the same way and actually stayed the same way till 2:00 PM when i mentally convince myself nothing was wrong, such a lie, but everything is in the head so it worked for me.
got to my friend's house, and played some guitar hero, then went to another friend's house and then to a concert, it wasn't that bad, i must admit.
as for today...
the future doesnt look very promising, i need to get to work, freaking lazybum i am.
PD: no puedo sacarte de mi mente(8)
Greetings
The Blogger
its kinda early, but i couldn't find time to write yesterday.
well, the so anticipated friday turned out to be an EPIC FAIL, i suddenly got what we call lack of INTEREST, and even tho i had plans for that night, i suddenly didnt felt like doing shit.
today, i woke up the same way and actually stayed the same way till 2:00 PM when i mentally convince myself nothing was wrong, such a lie, but everything is in the head so it worked for me.
got to my friend's house, and played some guitar hero, then went to another friend's house and then to a concert, it wasn't that bad, i must admit.
as for today...
the future doesnt look very promising, i need to get to work, freaking lazybum i am.
PD: no puedo sacarte de mi mente(8)
Greetings
The Blogger
Friday, July 3, 2009
Day 1:
Remaining true to myself,
i must say i dont kno what to expect from this.
im starting to realize what i've done, and honestly,
i feel kinda alone at times, im hearing some songs they quite kno
how to NOT help.
the weekend its not very promising either...
PD: wonder how she's doing...
Yours Sincerely
The Blogger.
Remaining true to myself,
i must say i dont kno what to expect from this.
im starting to realize what i've done, and honestly,
i feel kinda alone at times, im hearing some songs they quite kno
how to NOT help.
the weekend its not very promising either...
PD: wonder how she's doing...
Yours Sincerely
The Blogger.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Deeep
"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying."
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying."
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Heartache
my heart aches just from seeing her again...
its funny how easily someone can make your heart skip a beat.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
The mxed tpe part II
are you afraid of being alone?
cause i am,
im lost without you
i'll leave my room,
open till sunrise, for you,
i'll keep my eyes,
patiently focused, on you,
where are you now?
i swear that i,
can go on forever, again,
please let me know,
that my one bad day, will end
Holding on the telephone
I hear your midrange moan
You're everywhere inside my room
Even when I'm alone I hear your mellow drone
You're everywhere inside of me
Are you lonely? Do you hold back?
Will the road ahead keep you on track?
I know you made what real for
But I can't help but die just a little bit more
I'll miss your every moment
And I can't hold it, I swear
I'll miss your perfect charming selfishness
I can't say goodbye, say goodbye
So I sit here finding a way
Surrounded but still lonely
Your absence here doesn't help, it doesn't help
Cause every time I look to you
a mild depression comes screaming through
I don't know myself, we don't know ourselves
I can't watch you go
If you ask I will do what you say
What can I say? I miss your eyes
Nothing more
Thursday, January 8, 2009
the mxed tape
I cross my heart
And hope to die
Before I have the chance to lie
To you my dear
Who I wish no harm
I've seen palaces in London; I've seen a castle in Wales
But I'd rather wake up beside you and breathe that ol familiar smell
I never thought you could leave me, I figured I was the one
But I understand your sadness, so I guess I should just hold my tongue
And I will blame myself
And I will blame myself
So strange how everything went wrong so fast
And I hope that this confusion does not last
These words might be, too little too late,
And I'm afraid that I have already lost you.
Now three months equals eternity and this will be so hard
And I will long to hold you in my arms
A coma might feel better than this,
You're weighed down, you're full of something,
You're underneath it all.
Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytime
And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders
catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
stop this pain tonight
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best
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