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Death and disease
Put me at ease
All your words
Echo in me
Fly like the birds
Above my misery
Something great they said to you
Now all this pain thanks to you
The silver blade
In my throat
Live in the shade
I sunk my boat
You try to comfort me
But inside you're laughing out
All these tears from insanity
I can feel your disappointment and doubt
You try so hard to concentrate
But I am the reason you suffocate
My blood is all that can heal me now
My soul, my reason disappeared somehow
Depression elevates inside my head
Dragging me until I'm dead
Family lost its place
When you walked away
Now you will taste disgrace
When you hear the demon say
He lost his mind
You won't find
A piece of him
Cause now the light is dim
Only God can save
So take the halo off
You're not brave
You're a show-off
An act in front of a crowd
His screams ever so loud
I am his demon
His heart is screaming
Just walk away
His pain must stay
You think you see his eyes
Welcome now a ****** surprise
All you see is the scars
His family left in him
Multiply all the stars
And you get the scars on him
He is past redemption
Forsake your conviction
To save his soul
You must sell your own
You can't fill this hole
All he is is rotten bone
Cry on him
And water his eyes
His lights are dim
He waits for sunrise
To see the world
The one that he will burn in
Try save the world
And you will join the fallen
I wrote this a long time ago. Thank God I have come from a dark place into light.
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
Yhinyhin Tan
Sometimes our FEELINGS from the HEARTS are traitor
It always AGAINST our MINDS which should be our mentor
A MENTOR that always right and should be followed
MIND that telling you to KEEP your feelings untold.

Mind is not selfish either a **** joy at all
She just wanna make sure you wont fall
from a temptation which made in an artistic way
So you better trust your mind and let that feelings go away....

-yhinyhin 080715
Better to shut my mouth. T_T. Kahit gusto ko ng sabihin sa'yo na mahal kita, mas mabuti pa sigurong solohin ko na lang ito. Keysa masira relasyong mayroon tayo.
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
Nichole
Waiting
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
Nichole
The waiting is killing me
The waiting for the words that will make me cry
The waiting for the words that will make my heart go in two

I can see in your eyes that your hurt
I can see that your mad with me
I can see that in some ways you hate me

But I also see that you still love me
So I dont really know why are doing this
Why your making me wait
Why your hurting both of us

You keep saying I love you
So I say I love you too

But every time you say I love you
You never look at me
You look to the side

So stop making me wait
Stop hurting us both
If your gonna say the words then say them

Just say "Im breaking up with you"
Stop making me wait
Because it will hurt more If you do
art critics are like tourists in the art world / australian cricketers,
they come to see the major sights, like bling ben, the eiffel tower
and the leaning tower of pisa... and they leave very quickly...
when the atmosphere of each town allocating each momument
strikes them as both unappealing and unwelcoming.
+ we're not living in the age of the culture of celebrity,
the celebrities were fooled...
we're looking at living in the age where the culture
is defined as: looking for the doppelgängers:
just check out the galaxy chocolate advert - the 2nd reneissance
happened between the nineteen 50s 60s 70s 80s and 90s
and now everyone is bemused when they have to
entertain showing up on trivia-knowledge shows.*

there won’t be a spoiler alert with this book,
you will basically not read it,
it took me two years and a few books in between
to finish heidegger’s opus being and time,
at the end he’s quizzical about either being
the strand of philosophers who follow aristotle
or a strand that follows plato,
given he allocates 15 years to study aristotle
i assure you he’s from the root of aristotle,
and as a poet i favour him and aristotle,
given heraclitus was almost a poet: it really doesn’t
make you a poet if you express yourself
without using a paragraph... a paragraph is not
among the poetic techniques, so don’t bother:
it’s just a ****** ref. to a square.
i never quiet knew why the beatles made a bigger impact
than the doors... i blame lucy and her fishnet stockings
rather than van gogh’s night with reference to diamonds
as jubilee stones of carbon.
i find it fascinating that contemporary schizophrenics
have the delusion of thinking their friends are spies,
i walk in a german army shirt to prove the point...
of course men affected in greater no. by this condition,
after all the spermatoid is the creative element
given the **** singletons are blank canvases...
but you know what single “thing” undermines
psychiatric diagnostics? empathy...
empathy is a divergence from solipsistic apathy... otherwise
known as self concern,
and i know that if you itemise further on an atomic level
(kabbalah) you get a- pathos...
apathy meaning without pathology...
but everyone, each one of us has some sort of pathology,
the most frequnted domain being the domain of phobia,
arachnophobia e.g.,
to intend to be wholly without pathology would
turn the notion of the ego into a-, in casual usage,
one can be pathological with or without one’s request...
one can be pathological in relation to oneself...
i once said that apathy breeds no pathology, and it’s true,
but concerning this statement there’s the kantian
thing-in-itself (noumenon): that apathy is self-caustic,
self- implying automated, and is a cause of concern to either party
concerned.... if apathy is seen as a quasi- / pseudo- pathology
then all subsequent pathologies are understood better...
because why testify an apathy without an adrenaline rushing
through the system? better still... why not call apathy
a misguided exfoliation of inserted / produced adrenaline?
as akin to atheism - if a- (without) -theism (softer logic akin to god,
god via experience rather than theory / the -ism expression, not the logos expression)
is to be expressed why is there a necessary concern to exclude
any logic of the existence of, when it’s argued that experience is not necessary
to prove anything, but rather non-experience has a basis of adequate logic?
you know that point... when using words and subsequent reading
becomes akin to arithmetic in terms of complexity,
where words such as i and think, are unified by the equivalent of +, -. x
by guidance of noun, verb, adjective, etc.
I gave my soul  to you
To later return
She weeps and screams inside of me  
From the lessons she had learned
I try to comforting her calmy
It hardly works
She's discouraged by love
Comparing this to a flower that never made it
Out of the dirt
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