Filantropia aka Bride of Hades |
Deep dark man and a deep dark voice, Left with no will, left with no choise,I surrender to the current of the deep dark soundDrink from the sources of your undergroundCome down the black Rivers Sail t...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 11:58:00 GMT |
Restless feet |
Restless feet, restless heart To someone else I'll pass this part Finally ready to reveal my cards Receive the bullets, receive the darts. Ready now, to settle down Silence the calls an...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 11:22:00 GMT |
Dragonlies in Paradise |
Thoughts were slowly drifting through my mind, like thin clouds hanging from the sky. Dreams were humming like dragonflies, Swimming in smoky paradise. Love is leaving me behind, Once fr...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 11:17:00 GMT |
Graspop |
Reporting the experience of my first festival ever. Well, atleast the first one where I got to soo the bands. On friday right after my dutch exam I went home to pick up my bags and head off to the tra...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 08:41:00 GMT |
doomsday poetry |
Sophie had a theory. The world was coming to an end. Hurricane Katrina, floods in Brazil, the volcano eruptions in India, Tsunamis in Oceania and Asia,& these were signs. The world was dying. Sh...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Apr 2007 12:10:00 GMT |
The Arsonist of hearts |
How did it come to past, that the arsonist's heart burned out so fast? Infernal flames fed on it at last, Storm of fire surged over with a blast. "Playing with fire I torched my d...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 01:10:00 GMT |
Katumus |
Olisipa minulla voimaa olla niin hyveellinen ja nöyrä kuin nuoren tanssijattaren askeleet. Olisipa minulla voimaa kohdata huominen yksin niin urheasti ja uljaasti kuin veteraani. Olisipa minulla lem...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Dec 2006 21:03:00 GMT |
Carpe Diem |
On the sheets of my life, I'd rather describe a tale of horror, of dishonour and sorrow than empty handed arrive, drop into daze divine and having to borrow, a song of a sparrow not to fall in th...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 03:59:00 GMT |
uselesness |
Minutes are crawling by like a thirsty man in a desert. Dry like that desert is the source of my inspiration. Thirsty like that man am I for passion. Empty like that desert is my heart and tired like ...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 15:55:00 GMT |
a finnish poem about nature and mortality |
Vaistoan vuodenaikojen vaihtumisen. Sireenin sulotuoksu saavuttaa sierainten kautta sielun, suljen sen syvinpään sopukkaan, säilön sinne säästöön synkkinä päivinä piristämään. &nbs...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 04:16:00 GMT |
