tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62552588649255014152011-11-28T02:55:31.907+02:00eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-36498449706027994782010-12-09T01:48:00.000+02:002010-12-09T01:48:59.851+02:002010-12-09T01:48:59.851+02:00<div>World is crumbling all around,</div><div>Smeared,</div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/TQAZUiCR5CI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/nXzvjqiTcoc/s400/prism.gif" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548462581444895778" /><div>Like the echo</div><div>Of some sounds that isn't heard.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mind is wandering to unknown places,</div><div>Tired,</div><div>Like the traveler</div><div>That never finds what is required.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Soul is dispersed in different directions,</div><div>Confused,</div><div>Like the light</div><div>Who never found out what for it is used.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-3649844970602799478?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x01FlYzLW4IOqp8vNOzeYOZh67E/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x01FlYzLW4IOqp8vNOzeYOZh67E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x01FlYzLW4IOqp8vNOzeYOZh67E/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x01FlYzLW4IOqp8vNOzeYOZh67E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/O1ow3FL8RIM" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com3http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2010/12/prism.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-48912544413505594322010-04-07T11:50:00.001+03:002010-04-07T11:52:27.286+03:002010-04-07T11:52:27.286+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/S7xHTANA5SI/AAAAAAAAAi4/94YEhwXqaz0/s1600/Stimulus+1,+Lesson+1+(Insane+girl+in+dungeon).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/S7xHTANA5SI/AAAAAAAAAi4/94YEhwXqaz0/s400/Stimulus+1,+Lesson+1+(Insane+girl+in+dungeon).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457315240263869730" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>You take in Air<div>But you're not worthy of it.</div><div>All these lies you're feeding yourself</div><div>Consume you daily bit by bit.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>You take in Sadness</div><div>But you're not worthy of it.</div><div>Not worthy of anything</div><div>Not worthy of the people you meet.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>You take in your Soul</div><div>But you're not worthy of it.</div><div>So you just wonder</div><div>If for a dead person are all these fit?</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-4891254441350559432?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-xXt_026QFjltFxCu2HtvO7w5Wo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-xXt_026QFjltFxCu2HtvO7w5Wo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-xXt_026QFjltFxCu2HtvO7w5Wo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-xXt_026QFjltFxCu2HtvO7w5Wo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/m98neNSPx4k" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com0http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-worthy.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-61256703336247068912009-11-25T13:42:00.002+02:002009-11-25T13:43:19.927+02:002009-11-25T13:43:19.927+02:00<div><br /></div>Trespassing unknown territory<div>Walking for miles and miles at end<div><div><div>Everything's cold and chilly</div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/Sw0X_Ex56YI/AAAAAAAAAiw/fXMBmyo4L6w/s400/benttree.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408005099924089218" /><div>And the trees to the ground are bent.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Disoriented, sad and lonely</div><div>You walk for miles and miles at end</div><div>Having a bad feeling about this,</div><div>About the place where you're meant to be sent.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Hope has been lost all the way</div><div>Anything might happen in the end.</div><div>There's the night right by your side</div><div>Leading you to the man's most</div><div> terrifying fiend.</div><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-6125670333624706891?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dimJHnGUYad6ulAxhCKwkULN2zI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dimJHnGUYad6ulAxhCKwkULN2zI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dimJHnGUYad6ulAxhCKwkULN2zI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dimJHnGUYad6ulAxhCKwkULN2zI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/YLHs_jsAmtk" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com6http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2009/11/end.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-42246417609956965202009-09-12T00:30:00.005+03:002009-09-13T00:34:45.792+03:002009-09-13T00:34:45.792+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SqwTYXz9WNI/AAAAAAAAAig/Iqy7V7pbF5o/s1600-h/body%26soul.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SqwTYXz9WNI/AAAAAAAAAig/Iqy7V7pbF5o/s400/body%26soul.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380696964230633682" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>The seed of doubt<div>Buried inside<div><div>A feeling that</div><div>She's longing to hide.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>All the commotion</div><div>Its intensification</div><div>Concluding to</div><div>The utmost abomination.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's too late now</div><div>Maggots crawl,</div><div>Killing the body</div><div>As well as the soul.</div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-4224641760995696520?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0admqcIwbq6ucUWErFmvaeVacyE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0admqcIwbq6ucUWErFmvaeVacyE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0admqcIwbq6ucUWErFmvaeVacyE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0admqcIwbq6ucUWErFmvaeVacyE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/f7wfgUmsHPw" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com0http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2009/09/abomination.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-75985765231223205622009-08-06T12:38:00.000+03:002009-08-06T12:38:49.229+03:002009-08-06T12:38:49.229+03:00<div>She's hugging you<div>Like you're the last thing to hope to</div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SnqkdlJKLzI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/1k6t6rINrbI/s320/hug-1.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366782734059056946" /><div>Like she wants to dig a tunnel into your soul</div><div>And stay there once and for all.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>She's clenching her tiny fist</div><div>Like she wants to stop, she can't resist</div><div>Continuing with these hopeless hopes anymore</div><div>Loneliness like this she doesn't crave for.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>She's closing her eyes</div><div>Like in deep concentration, her breath slowly dies</div><div>Stop the time! Stop the pain!</div><div>And put her on her feet again...</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-7598576523122320562?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ajcFHgL9gDjb3sgQlvPEK2yFZ7k/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ajcFHgL9gDjb3sgQlvPEK2yFZ7k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ajcFHgL9gDjb3sgQlvPEK2yFZ7k/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ajcFHgL9gDjb3sgQlvPEK2yFZ7k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/SKAgjniyDUo" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com0http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2009/08/comfortably-lonely.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-52414903364420805282009-07-05T23:08:00.004+03:002009-07-05T23:14:39.005+03:002009-07-05T23:14:39.005+03:00<div><br /></div>She picked up a stick<div>She looked at him and started to cry<div><div><div>She started killing it</div><div>'Grasshopper, grasshopper</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>I want you to die!'</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Once so beautiful and stunning</div><div>Now he was limped and couldn't fly</div><div>The girl was screaming and killing it</div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SlEIBgXJVYI/AAAAAAAAAho/wlIOYzar5wY/s320/261283296TYaLhd_fs.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355070253880137090" /><div>'Grasshopper, grasshopper</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I want you to die!'<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>'Little girl, stop that!'</div><div>A man said as he walked by</div><div>The girl was crying even more</div><div>'Grasshopper, grasshopper</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I want you to die!'<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>'I know this is wrong</div><div>But I have to say to you bye</div><div>Why isn't it over?</div><div>Grasshopper, grasshopper</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I want you to die!'<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>'What have I done?</div><div>Oh god, oh my!'</div><div>She picked up the inert insect.</div><div>'Grasshopper, grasshopper</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I want me to die!'<br /></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-5241490336442080528?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_RIy2M9R3nRgeuZQWcBLYe209Xg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_RIy2M9R3nRgeuZQWcBLYe209Xg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_RIy2M9R3nRgeuZQWcBLYe209Xg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_RIy2M9R3nRgeuZQWcBLYe209Xg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/rgk0_zmYSmM" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com2http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2009/07/lifehopper.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-51396073665499242832009-06-18T19:58:00.006+03:002009-06-18T20:22:08.490+03:002009-06-18T20:22:08.490+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SjpyPqeT75I/AAAAAAAAAhg/V6W96ox0gR8/s1600-h/Millais_-_Ophelia_(detail).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-decoration: underline;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SjpyPqeT75I/AAAAAAAAAhg/V6W96ox0gR8/s320/Millais_-_Ophelia_(detail).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348713120880914322" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><i style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></span></a><div><div>Thougthless, I might say</div><div>Was not to think of feelings<br /><div>The ones that are specific to<div>Those called human beings.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Self-centred, I might add</div><div>For thinking only of me</div><div>For forgetting the past</div><div>And all that used to be.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Dead, I might conclude</div><div>After ending up like this.</div><div>Left with nothing but</div><div>A blurry remembrance of a kiss.</div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-5139607366549924283?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SUSwoZduNgXhYvq_iaFhh1aIh2w/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SUSwoZduNgXhYvq_iaFhh1aIh2w/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SUSwoZduNgXhYvq_iaFhh1aIh2w/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SUSwoZduNgXhYvq_iaFhh1aIh2w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/KOBObbjiY6c" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com0http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-might.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-45622807317733435632009-05-11T20:57:00.002+03:002009-05-11T20:58:34.728+03:002009-05-11T20:58:34.728+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/Sghm1pzZ4BI/AAAAAAAAAhA/IgLDG72z94M/s1600-h/273790a~Lit-Cigar-on-Top-of-Bundle-of-Cigars-Posters.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/Sghm1pzZ4BI/AAAAAAAAAhA/IgLDG72z94M/s320/273790a~Lit-Cigar-on-Top-of-Bundle-of-Cigars-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334626830560911378" /></a><br /><div>He sits in a corner, smoking his cigar<div>It is burning, the lighter gave it life</div><div>But this lighter can't by far</div><div>Bring back his beautiful lost wife.<div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The tears that are running down his face</div><div>Might by mistake land on his cigar.</div><div>This will make it loose its grace</div><div>And won't even bring back his pretty little star.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Now he doesn't sit in the corner</div><div>And the cigars are not lit</div><div>There is no longer any mourner</div><div>And the tears have all been drown with him in a pit.</div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-4562280731773343563?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ASgrtSEly479OR4TLoX1hR4QjEA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ASgrtSEly479OR4TLoX1hR4QjEA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ASgrtSEly479OR4TLoX1hR4QjEA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ASgrtSEly479OR4TLoX1hR4QjEA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/2CVZWxyIhgM" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com3http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2009/05/falling-choices.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-61694600160807603302009-04-16T14:00:00.004+03:002009-04-16T14:03:37.501+03:002009-04-16T14:03:37.501+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SecQH6sVOhI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Y5oQg6ErjuA/s1600-h/lonelyleague.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SecQH6sVOhI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Y5oQg6ErjuA/s320/lonelyleague.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325242812589226514" /></a><br /><div>Mommy, daddy, where are you?</div><div>I'm scared and all alone!<div>Some said that... Is it true</div><div>That we're never going to go home?<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>But I want to go back!</div><div>I don't like it here...</div><div>And it seems that I'm not the only one</div><div>Everybody is in great fear!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A nice person showed me the way to the bathroom</div><div>But first I have to take a shower.</div><div>Mommy, daddy, I'm still scared...</div><div>Where are you at this hour?</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-6169460016080760330?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_kkGhoLjQ0Cg08hbCY8h68JGTQg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_kkGhoLjQ0Cg08hbCY8h68JGTQg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_kkGhoLjQ0Cg08hbCY8h68JGTQg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_kkGhoLjQ0Cg08hbCY8h68JGTQg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/9sYlqa5b2dU" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com0http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-are-you.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-74065552927916707752009-03-17T18:24:00.005+02:002009-03-17T18:32:39.362+02:002009-03-17T18:32:39.362+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/Sb_OmlQsEzI/AAAAAAAAAgo/SSOeElN1Hd8/s1600-h/Happy_Birthday_by_polawat.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/Sb_OmlQsEzI/AAAAAAAAAgo/SSOeElN1Hd8/s320/Happy_Birthday_by_polawat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314193247552934706" /></a><br /><div>There is talk coming from the left and from the right<div>A hundred people, one opinion</div><div>But that hers is opposite from theirs</div><div>They couldn't guess it in a million.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>How is it going to be different?</div><div>Are there going to be fireworks? A flying cow?</div><div>There are so many questions</div><div>But to answer them, she doesn't know how.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>'It's a big step; it's great, you should be happy'</div><div>They kept saying and their eyes flared.</div><div>She looks at them, skeptically</div><div>And all she can say is that she doesn't want this</div><div>That she's terribly scared...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-7406555292791670775?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WYNC7yC6eYMuv0p_-K-sBzZO6qs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WYNC7yC6eYMuv0p_-K-sBzZO6qs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WYNC7yC6eYMuv0p_-K-sBzZO6qs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WYNC7yC6eYMuv0p_-K-sBzZO6qs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/EQRU9AzJn64" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com3http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2009/03/17-going-on-18.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-30110427715882466822009-03-05T21:14:00.001+02:002009-03-05T21:15:50.586+02:002009-03-05T21:15:50.586+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SbAk0cJZpFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/wluHWGrW-mo/s1600-h/British-punishment-device.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SbAk0cJZpFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/wluHWGrW-mo/s400/British-punishment-device.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309784443997234258" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Where are you now?<div>Just answer me this</div><div>I'm trying so hard, but tell me how</div><div>Am I supposed to reach bliss?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Struck me with a lightning</div><div>Make my breath go away,</div><div>But you won't make the skies start fighting</div><div>And my breath is still here to stay.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Is this some kind of punishment?</div><div>Am I worse than the rest of them?</div><div>Okay, bring your best shot, let me have it!</div><div>But just tell me about the ending: it is when?</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-3011042771588246682?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YuThXPv0Mhdk2LMRr6LupFvx4TM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YuThXPv0Mhdk2LMRr6LupFvx4TM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YuThXPv0Mhdk2LMRr6LupFvx4TM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YuThXPv0Mhdk2LMRr6LupFvx4TM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/Ub-sHzTwD0Q" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com0http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2009/03/thunder-struck.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-44826469242102203272009-02-24T16:13:00.003+02:002009-04-30T18:26:41.996+03:002009-04-30T18:26:41.996+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SaQAYacH8nI/AAAAAAAAAfY/wc86aOgVemE/s1600-h/Birkenau_gate.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SaQAYacH8nI/AAAAAAAAAfY/wc86aOgVemE/s400/Birkenau_gate.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306366680363430514" /></a><br /><br /><div>Thousands, hundreds of thousands of us<div>Come here each day</div><div>Not knowing that this might be the last</div><div>On this earth that we were going to stay.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And we still dont know what's going to happen next</div><div>Why in God's name did they leave us so many days without water?</div><div>While we were filling our cups, we heard cries</div><div>Of a little boy wanting to be next to his father.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We have to follow the finger of a SS</div><div>Right, left, right, left, right</div><div>What does this all mean? What? WHAT?</div><div>In the hearts of all there's a terrible fright.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>When my turn and little Damecík came</div><div>He was sent to the left and I to the right</div><div>I didn't want to be separated of him</div><div>And I wasn't going to accept this without a fight.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It was impossible for me to leave him</div><div>It's an unwritten mother-child oath</div><div>After we had to take off our clothes, I knew</div><div>That we were to perish both.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-4482646924210220327?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-x2mtRmpjvTD_1OW-yXfN6v5nak/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-x2mtRmpjvTD_1OW-yXfN6v5nak/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-x2mtRmpjvTD_1OW-yXfN6v5nak/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-x2mtRmpjvTD_1OW-yXfN6v5nak/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/F0iF4kBToXw" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com10http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2009/02/albeit-macht-frei.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-59776898057561418992009-01-16T16:00:00.001+02:002009-01-16T16:01:25.607+02:002009-01-16T16:01:25.607+02:00<div><br /></div>You were there in my lap<div>Just at a moment's touch</div><div>I didn't know what to do<img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SXCSz-NOCQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/7H1oH8IZbFE/s400/Graffiti+on+brick+wall_step1_4786ef12c2fc6.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291890983729760514" /><div>Besides of wanting to do so much...</div><div><br /></div><div>Do you know how it is</div><div>To be looking at a perfect doll</div><div>To want to hold her so bad</div><div>But you can't because of the wall?</div><div><br /></div><div>That wall that's between you and her</div><div>It makes her beyond your reach</div><div>You want the doll, but perfectness</div><div>Can't be obtained by you, the leech.</div><div><br /></div><div>You know that there's nothing else to do</div><div>So you just crawl back in your little</div><div> hole</div><div>Staring blankly, crying, being empty</div><div>Knowing that you'll never get on the other side of the wall.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-5977689805756141899?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t6iOtxXN-1PJ3F5V-fFBD33umnw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t6iOtxXN-1PJ3F5V-fFBD33umnw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t6iOtxXN-1PJ3F5V-fFBD33umnw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t6iOtxXN-1PJ3F5V-fFBD33umnw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/LxC7Nh48ENE" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com4http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-leech-lap.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-35839919219927044012008-12-25T17:25:00.006+02:002008-12-25T17:29:19.484+02:002008-12-25T17:29:19.484+02:00<div>She was only 17. Her blouse was of an eye-bleeding colour and her dress was way too long. She hated that dress. It always swept the dust from the pavement and her mother would scream at her.<br /></div><div>'I told you to take care of the dress! You never listen to me! You barely take care of your own things, how are you supposed to take care of others?' Urgh, she was the one who made her wear that silly dress, not her! All the other girls in the school wore different clothes than her, more teenage-like, more ''hip''.<div>'Hey, look, there's her! Nice dress! Loser...' and they all started laughing. Kat Moore... One of the most popular girls in school. Perfect grades, perfect body, perfect boyfriend, perfect life. Disgusting attitude... She didn't care about Fat Kat.</div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SVOl40NOiXI/AAAAAAAAAeE/aSRlQfdY018/s400/2282866829_b6db5420a7.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283749183341103474" /><div>Now she was walking down the street in full day light. From</div><div> the look of her face you could see that she had been crying. 'Am I that weird that nobody wants to talk to me? My mom doesn't accepte me, I have no friends and I'm considered a freak!'</div><div>Reading was a way out of the reality surrounding her, but she</div><div> had found something else to help her. Magic. Paranormal. Wicca. Ouiji Board. Everything related to this. It seem that all these things interested her.</div><div>So now she was heading to a place where she saw on the internet: Sabbra Cadabra. She went in and saw all the potions, books, candles and other weird things, like bat wings, dragon claws and cat's whisker. She was looking through the aisles and she saw a book: '283 easy love spells'. She liked the sound of it and went to pay for it.</div><div>'4.99' the boy at the counter said.</div><div>'Okay. Here it is.' She smiled. He smiled back.</div><div>'Noobie, huh?'</div><div>'I'm sorry?'</div><div>'You're new, in magic.'</div><div>'Oh...' she started, 'well... kinda.'</div><div>'Okay.' He smiled again. 'I'm Matthew!' he put out his arm.</div><div>She did the same and they shook hands.</div><div>'Natasha... Delighted!'</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-3583991921992704401?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CZjkORD9CXaMhPuI17VFn-kcIIY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CZjkORD9CXaMhPuI17VFn-kcIIY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CZjkORD9CXaMhPuI17VFn-kcIIY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CZjkORD9CXaMhPuI17VFn-kcIIY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/AuZTtMVQBms" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com0http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2008/12/horizontal-8-ep-4.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-82901498037756257782008-12-23T13:36:00.002+02:002008-12-23T13:38:58.756+02:002008-12-23T13:38:58.756+02:00<div><br /></div>She takes a shower<div>Feeling that it's going to wash all the blood away</div><div>The blood that she's covered with.</div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SVDMid3spAI/AAAAAAAAAd8/K49WpJElD-4/s400/gothic-comments-162.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282947255411450882" /><div>She thinks she's going to be clean one day.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>She sings a song</div><div>Feeling that it's going to make her forget all</div><div>Forget all that she's been through.</div><div>She thinks there's not going to be a second fall.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>She thinks of you</div><div>Feeling that it's going to take every bad thing away</div><div>Every bad thing that has happened to her.</div><div>She thinks that next to her you'll never again stay.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>She stops and looks round her.</div><div>What does she see?</div><div>Nothing that she can care for</div><div>Nowhere she'd want to be.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Then, why does she wash the blood away?</div><div>Why does she sing the song?</div><div>Why does she think of you?<br />Why does she think that none of these are wrong?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-8290149803775625778?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/moSP-iiVJCD7TO7KL7OMYn1oo-U/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/moSP-iiVJCD7TO7KL7OMYn1oo-U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/moSP-iiVJCD7TO7KL7OMYn1oo-U/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/moSP-iiVJCD7TO7KL7OMYn1oo-U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/t3pH7Zt1xb8" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com2http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2008/12/hope-of-depressed.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-62138404168798560902008-12-02T00:17:00.002+02:002008-12-02T00:19:01.154+02:002008-12-02T00:19:01.154+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/STRignEz-1I/AAAAAAAAAd0/k7p7sSz2Zaw/s1600-h/the_shadow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/STRignEz-1I/AAAAAAAAAd0/k7p7sSz2Zaw/s400/the_shadow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274949375942196050" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Where are you now?<br />Are you walking alone in the dark?<br />Could you allow<br />Me to be your shadow?<br /><br /><br /><br />Take me everywhere with you<br />Let me follow your steps<br />Could you tell me who<br />Was the last person made out of two?<br /><br /><br /><br />I can keep up your pace<br />I'll be careful and try not to slip<br />Could you embrace<br />The idea of me following your trace?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-6213840416879856090?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KRnf0ttbZ5jwUqoXGKHA4dZHPhk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KRnf0ttbZ5jwUqoXGKHA4dZHPhk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KRnf0ttbZ5jwUqoXGKHA4dZHPhk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KRnf0ttbZ5jwUqoXGKHA4dZHPhk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/OMXFdgqYz08" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com4http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-shadowed.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-63019982801115193012008-11-26T21:14:00.001+02:002008-12-02T00:21:08.084+02:002008-12-02T00:21:08.084+02:00Compliments didn't give anything to her<br />Neither a blush, not a blink of an eye<br />It didn't even bring a stir<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SS2f4ZJzMyI/AAAAAAAAAdk/mR2WQU6vV48/s1600-h/2952119110_f1d40d3903.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SS2f4ZJzMyI/AAAAAAAAAdk/mR2WQU6vV48/s320/2952119110_f1d40d3903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273046529894200098" border="0" /></a><br />To the soul that thought this a preposterous lie.<br /><br /><br />Nobody checked out because they couldn't check in<br />The entrance was strongly sealed<br />But behind that entrance, within<br />A light of hope wanted to be revealed.<br /><br /><br />But she resisted it and that could have been seen<br />She kept repressing it more and more<br />Until that little chance of her change had been<br />Putrefied like a rotten apple's core.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-6301998280111519301?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EqBeT4DfL44br9t-T2JDFt2TyOM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EqBeT4DfL44br9t-T2JDFt2TyOM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EqBeT4DfL44br9t-T2JDFt2TyOM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EqBeT4DfL44br9t-T2JDFt2TyOM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/OP7rIeRh7yg" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com1http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2008/11/rotten-apple.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-84213483386847019452008-11-02T00:37:00.004+02:002008-11-02T00:39:59.745+02:002008-11-02T00:39:59.745+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SQzae1RExCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/qAm5QzRlTA0/s1600-h/url.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SQzae1RExCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/qAm5QzRlTA0/s320/url.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263822287718892578" border="0" /></a><br />Let me go to sleep and wake me<br />Ten minutes before I die.<br />Please! Please! Have mercy!<br />I promise I won't cry!<br /><br /><br />Just make it all stop or press forward<br />Don't make me be a witness of this.<br />Or redirect it toward<br />Another life that I won't surely miss.<br /><br /><br />Make me old, wrinkled and alone<br />To say to this world 'Goodbye!'<br />Flesh and bone with a heart as stone<br />Please... I promise I won't cry.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-8421348338684701945?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-uevRe3RzGkma1v9qW6NruHMvF8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-uevRe3RzGkma1v9qW6NruHMvF8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-uevRe3RzGkma1v9qW6NruHMvF8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-uevRe3RzGkma1v9qW6NruHMvF8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/NEw4B0TBw9s" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com4http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2008/11/forwarding-nothingness.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-60976374014285261822008-10-21T21:24:00.001+03:002008-10-21T21:56:55.266+03:002008-10-21T21:56:55.266+03:00You changed her, then you left her there<br />You stripped her, then you left her unclothed<br />She started crying. Where<br />Are you to make her feel again loathed?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SP4eTZ50VZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/iJxjDqFdCak/s1600-h/puppet+balerina.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SP4eTZ50VZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/iJxjDqFdCak/s400/puppet+balerina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259674733535057298" border="0" /></a><br /><br />She's used with your ways<br />You sometimes treat her bad'<br />But there really were days<br />When you were the only thing she ever had.<br /><br /><br />You used your power, it felt right<br />But not for a little girl like her<br />She struggled for love, now there's no fight<br />Her hope is getting thinner and thinner.<br /><br /><br />You didn't have to clench your fist<br />You knew that this, her heart couldn't stand.<br />But as usual, you couldn't resist<br />As it was there, pumping, in your hand.<br /><br /><br />Abhorrent being! For your soul in hell you should plea!<br />And when it's heard your last and final breath<br />Remember that you are and always will be<br />Responsible for your loved one's death!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-6097637401428526182?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p8ZawrvWz6HZAgSmZvwH5NrzqYQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p8ZawrvWz6HZAgSmZvwH5NrzqYQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p8ZawrvWz6HZAgSmZvwH5NrzqYQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p8ZawrvWz6HZAgSmZvwH5NrzqYQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/yhDywEhLkQM" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com0http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2008/10/wicked-lies.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-87927982697208988812008-09-27T21:57:00.001+03:002008-09-28T19:01:34.701+03:002008-09-28T19:01:34.701+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SN6CGBfitaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xtijE7Y4kkU/s1600-h/alone-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SN6CGBfitaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xtijE7Y4kkU/s400/alone-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250777255552136610" border="0" /></a><br />Running would be the best solution<br />Just running away from everything and everyone.<br />Finding your peace in seclusion<br />Knowing that the harm has been done.<br /><br /><br />You've hurt the people you care for<br />Yourself, you'll never forget<br />Go and don't cause pain anymore!<br />Go and live your life in continuous regret!<br /><br /><br />Your self-esteem has dropped below zero.<br />You know that not enjoying life<br />Doesn't make you a hero<br />Nor will it end your inner strife.<br /><br /><br />You didn't mean to hurt him<br />Your smiling eyes weren't lying<br />But now your conscience thinks it was all a sin<br />And your soul is slowly dying.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-8792798269720898881?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MTWhNAtMjzs9nOmV3ygWVIktUcQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MTWhNAtMjzs9nOmV3ygWVIktUcQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MTWhNAtMjzs9nOmV3ygWVIktUcQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MTWhNAtMjzs9nOmV3ygWVIktUcQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/ouThX86luVk" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com0http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2008/09/heart-vs-mind.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-64391683290580271332008-08-31T00:43:00.003+03:002008-11-02T00:43:02.801+02:002008-11-02T00:43:02.801+02:00My mind is a dangerous place<br />I try not to think at anything just to stay sane<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SLm-8Bw8ZsI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8NscEThktMo/s1600-h/DemocratMoronNeurons.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SLm-8Bw8ZsI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8NscEThktMo/s400/DemocratMoronNeurons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240429579897431746" border="0" /></a><br />Or a bit sane, as you please,<br />Maybe I have something, I don't know its name<br />I don't know the name of the disease.<br /><br /><br />Is it okay if I continuously scream 'Stop! Stop!' ?<br />Or do I have to keep it flowing?<br />Put my head into water 10 degrees<br />Below, so as the mind would drop<br />To its normal functioning.<br /><br /><br />They're not voices, that's just me<br />It's me who wants this, all this seclusion<br />Me, a sanity wannabe<br />Me, your next-door delusion<br />Me, an unwanted flea.<br /><br />Me, an unwritten conclusion.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-6439168329058027133?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pLcZ_m5gmQsOnj1uY2R_J81EUmA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pLcZ_m5gmQsOnj1uY2R_J81EUmA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pLcZ_m5gmQsOnj1uY2R_J81EUmA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pLcZ_m5gmQsOnj1uY2R_J81EUmA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/aKI6RdTDzdc" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com0http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-mind.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-84631602182491816852008-08-22T16:13:00.001+03:002008-08-22T16:17:47.574+03:002008-08-22T16:17:47.574+03:00Once, the entertainer of my thoughts<br />The spin that turned the wheel<br />The compress that took care of the wound<br />The one that knew how I feel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SK67bynNKTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/iOFDusxYJ9E/s1600-h/matrix.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SK67bynNKTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/iOFDusxYJ9E/s320/matrix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237329502795540786" border="0" /></a><br />The eye that made me cry<br />For the beauty of its unreachable soul<br />The never-thought-of goodbye<br />The Thing that made me whole.<br /><br /><br />All was lost, scattered, like an evanescent dream<br />On the Hill of Forgetfulness<br />Like a bird that seem<br />To be flying in the abyss of the Sky of Sorrow<br />Like a natural disaster<br />Affecting my World of Tomorrow.<br /><br /><br />All was lost and all forgotten<br />Like a thief that comes in your soul and steals<br />Leaving it cold, damped and rotten<br />All I was for him were electricity and pixels.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-8463160218249181685?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oAohz-Ftncyl69R1_fQlTCBsbTI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oAohz-Ftncyl69R1_fQlTCBsbTI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oAohz-Ftncyl69R1_fQlTCBsbTI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oAohz-Ftncyl69R1_fQlTCBsbTI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/jMiY3wS4gnY" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com0http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2008/08/through-iris.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-45588459328692865952008-08-15T03:21:00.001+03:002008-08-15T03:36:28.733+03:002008-08-15T03:36:28.733+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SKTPhpI8oAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-rCwiGmIz5I/s1600-h/welcome.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SKTPhpI8oAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-rCwiGmIz5I/s320/welcome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234536843797372930" border="0" /></a><br />'You can't enter here!<br />Freaks are not allowed!'<br />'But, but...' the door is shut<br />And you're again left alone in the big crowd.<br /><br /><br />While walking along the street<br />You see a piece of glass<br />And look at it to see yourself,<br />Wondering why do they all feel the need to harass.<br /><br /><br />There is nothing, nothing out of the ordinary<br />You start to think they are the freaks<br />Ruthless, merciless, unkind men<br />Like huge vultures with their cruel beaks.<br /><br /><br />It's their doing, their fault!<br />You're as innocent as a lamb<br />You don't have to believe what they say<br />You're definitely not a freak... Damn!<br /><br /><br />So you go to the next house and knock at the door<br />They open it and shake their head<br />While you're trying to get into the house<br />The people who live there shoot you dead.<br /><br /><br />You're on the stairs, your blood's all over the 'Welcome' carpet<br />Your mouth is open and the shot your teeth has spread.<br />As they look closer, they can see very well the face<br />Of the well-known freak who was long time dead.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-4558845932869286595?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EAIbSOH7Nj_hDGZGiqJM6dsg3v8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EAIbSOH7Nj_hDGZGiqJM6dsg3v8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EAIbSOH7Nj_hDGZGiqJM6dsg3v8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EAIbSOH7Nj_hDGZGiqJM6dsg3v8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/y3WFG9YE3Os" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com0http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2008/08/bleed-freak.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-19213680140751973362008-08-05T02:05:00.005+03:002008-12-11T08:27:23.461+02:002008-12-11T08:27:23.461+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SJjGcHf4VZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3QdWLt7ydbY/s1600-h/handkerchief.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SJjGcHf4VZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3QdWLt7ydbY/s400/handkerchief.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231149153542231442" border="0" /></a><br />'We've known her all our lives and now there's definitely no way of getting her back!' said one of the men choking because of his tears.<br />'It was her choice, she wanted to come here. Remember?'<br />Of course he remembered! How could he not? His face became stern.<br />'Please, don't give me that look... I'm as tired as you are...'<br />'How could you think that I forgot? She came to me. She asked me for advice. She took my advice. She believed in me. She... I... I didn't know what she was going to do... I didn't know the whole story... I...' And he started crying again.<br />His friend sighed and looked at him. He was now on his knees, crying and repeating 'I didn't know... I didn't know...'<br />'She knows all the things you have done for her. All the things we have done for her. Maybe she didn't know what she had gotten herself into... You were a good friend and you helped her. You were always there when she needed help.'<br />'Then, why was she so selfish? How could she do this to us? How could she do this to me?' His eyes were read from the tears, his lips were trembling and his whole body was shaking continuously.<br />'She just... You knew the state she was in... Always crying... Until she met him...'<br />'What about us? God, I feel like I'm the selfish one!'<br />'No, you're not... I don't know what to say... I never knew. That's why she always came to you because she knew that you always say the right words.' He smiled sadly.<br />He suddenly stopped and stared at him. Then he looked down.<br />'You never understood her... It's always black and white to you... Her ideas were shades of gray. But that doesn't mean that she didn't love you! You always made her laugh. Remember her laugh?' For the first time, he smiled.<br />'Yes, yes I do.' There was a smile in return. 'Look, take my handkerchief.'<br />He looked at it and started crying again.<br />It was a present.<br />Given by her.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-1921368014075197336?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fFEudlb3i2y1D90IXW4ieQr0HMY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fFEudlb3i2y1D90IXW4ieQr0HMY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fFEudlb3i2y1D90IXW4ieQr0HMY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fFEudlb3i2y1D90IXW4ieQr0HMY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/-wKU3rIMPFs" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com2http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2008/08/horizontal-8-ep-3.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255258864925501415.post-72998071009796501412008-07-30T22:52:00.001+03:002008-12-11T08:27:23.637+02:002008-12-11T08:27:23.637+02:00His dirty hands on her white neck<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SJDGdiy9izI/AAAAAAAAAU0/IKlUCZoR6xk/s1600-h/corpse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTyxFvPb0M0/SJDGdiy9izI/AAAAAAAAAU0/IKlUCZoR6xk/s400/corpse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228897378236205874" border="0" /></a><br />Her breath, he didn't have time to check.<br />Her soft skin, the smell of her perfume<br />Turned his life into a living doom.<br />'But not anymore!' he thought<br />As the skin of her neck black had got'.<br /><br /><br />Her screams didn't have a chance<br />To make the pleasure last a while.<br />His vicious eyes, her dying dance,<br />The lack of erection for her lack of denial.<br />She was dead, but at a second glance<br />He could see a crimson smile.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255258864925501415-7299807100979650141?l=pot-licious.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/et6yOvzofp_Q_-sVSF166qssNdc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/et6yOvzofp_Q_-sVSF166qssNdc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/et6yOvzofp_Q_-sVSF166qssNdc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/et6yOvzofp_Q_-sVSF166qssNdc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oIrT/~4/SwbJvMz3Ze4" height="1" width="1"/>eMmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360249118008253411noreply@blogger.com0http://pot-licious.blogspot.com/2008/07/his-dirty-hands-on-her-white-neck-her.html