but i couldn't see her,
I didn't want to hear her voice,
but she'll never leave me alone.
she is always with me.
my soul...
you know, drawing isn't my best piont, though i like to do it.
so whem i have a problem or something I'm gonna write things like poems, lyrics or stories.
they're always sad, ok sometimes I make love peoms but most of them all are sad.
I don't like to tell everything so i write them.
i had a friend called Bob, but he's almost dead. he didn't say a lot cuz it was my finger
my mother things i have always problems. cuz i'm quet. but I can be happy, sometimes, haha.
maybe its my age, or things in my past, or something what happend yesterday.
yesterday... all my troubles seems so far away! good song
Moi
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Nameless again
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Pain you couldn't feel,
Screaming you wouldn't hear,
Tears you didn't see,
You hided it behind your own fear.
Anger you couldn't dream,
Sorrow you didn't recognize,
Hate you wouldn't tuch,
Now you're living in your own lies.
*Happy Mabon everyone!!!*
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finally, Bob died... R.I.P
this is not about Bob
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he cries tears as rain,
trying to forget his pain.
you can see it in his face,
he can't find his place.
waching people having fun,
all he wants is going to run.
run far away,
try to find his way
nothing is real,
exept the pain he can feel.
its like the whole world is dying,
and all he can do is cryin,
you can't always run away,
you'll remember yesterday,
but you'll be the light,
in the darkness of the night



De vrouw beklimt de trappen van de kerktoren.
in het begin stenen treden daarna houten.
Dus klinken haar stappen eindelijk, net voor ze van de borst weering stort , zachter.Was het verstandig om dit verhaal zo te laten eindige?Of had de vrouw aan het begin van het verhaal moeten doodgaan, Met de schrijver die traag haar ondergaan laat afspelen- achterwaarts, of mischien had de sprong helemaal in het midden moeten gebeuren. Met de twee helfden van het boek opengeslagen. als het stel vleugels dat haar had kunnen redden?
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Here a pretty baby lies
Sung asleep with lullabies:
Pray be silent, and not stir
Th easy earth that covers her.
-Robert Herrick
"Here a Pretty Baby Lies"
Als je vragen hebt, vraag ut maar ik weet hier veel :3...ja het is een wonder dat ik veel weet maar het is toch zo.
Doe Bob de groeten!
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