tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33654459293168785922024-03-13T01:13:33.723+01:00My Prickly RoseWould you shed a tear for desperation?Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-19726155322507867162014-02-27T00:49:00.000+01:002014-02-27T00:49:00.646+01:00Am I Wrong?<span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">What is the space between us?</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">How many years or miles... </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Have I walked off?</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Where is the path I painted?</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">When did I turned away</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Far from that game.</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">May I, not run, </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Am I wrong?</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">There's no place to go</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Beyond.</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Thing should be done... s</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">omeway different </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Different than we t</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">hought.</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Have I been wasting footsteps?</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Unable to decide... </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Am I right?</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Is there any path to come back?</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">What will I find in there w</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">hen I arrive?</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">May I, not run, </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Am I wrong?</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">There's no place to go</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Beyond.</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Thing should be done... s</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">omeway different </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Different than we t</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">hought.</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">I might've been wasting heart-beats...</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">I might've been wasting soul-steps...</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">So, when did I b</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">ecome so blind?</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Unable to find my path?</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">May I be wrong? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">C</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">an I be right?</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Far from the start s</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">tarted to rain</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Drowning all I've held.</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Might I return?</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Should I come back?</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">May I, not run, </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Am I wrong?</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">There's no place to go</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Beyond.</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Thing should be done... s</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">omeway different </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">Different than before</span><br />
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<i>LyraGothe,,</i><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;" />Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-83209345311827724902010-05-27T00:06:00.003+02:002010-05-27T00:19:08.110+02:00E-<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">A trip to nowhere, with someone I don't know...</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">To go so far away from home.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">From the seashore my mind colours everything...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">To rest so far away from here...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">And I can't even scream your name</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">To call for you when</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">My mind is going down again...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I don't know If we're really there...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I cannot change</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">What I can't even explain.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">In the time</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I know not when.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">In the place</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I do not know where.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Now the mist</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Covers everything...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">The curtain has fallen</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Over you and me.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Excuse me, darling, if you can't hear my voice...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Sometimes it feels I talk alone.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">A freezing moment, to find out your cold hand,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">To walk away and walk away...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">And I can't even say I'm real.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Sometimes I'm not here</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">When you turn your soul to me...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">In the time</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I know not when.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">In the place</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I do not know where.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Now a mist</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Covers everything.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">The curtain has fallen</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Over you and me.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Enter my mind<br />Leave us all alone<br />Do not hear what they talk.<br />Once I felt you.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Now I can't feel myself.<br />Agony takes my soul and says...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br />If you were here.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">LyraGothe,,</span></span></span></i></div><div><br /></div>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-71240552459507782009-09-11T14:49:00.003+02:002009-09-11T15:04:04.159+02:00Another dead tree<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SqpIUMT6uVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/y9kK8gbMP-M/s1600-h/rayada.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SqpIUMT6uVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/y9kK8gbMP-M/s320/rayada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380192216586828114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dreadful, lonely memories I keep.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Still solitary, sad... Solitary as me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I've taken fligh above a giant tree</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of Angel's feathers and Evil's leaves.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SqpIUMT6uVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/y9kK8gbMP-M/s1600-h/rayada.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">O, giant God who lies under my feet,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I buried you, I was born in me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I've taken my precious freedom to see</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">What's hidden behind all the beauty you hid.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SqpIUMT6uVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/y9kK8gbMP-M/s1600-h/rayada.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I shout'd to something that shone in the sky,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And a haze appear'd in the soil, and the eyes<br />Still blind as you brought 'em here to survive<br />They still blee, 'cause they see all the misery we have.<br /><br />LyraGothe,,<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SqpIUMT6uVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/y9kK8gbMP-M/s1600-h/rayada.jpg"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><br /></a>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-21943255869562400712009-02-22T02:34:00.006+01:002009-02-22T20:26:07.182+01:00Growing up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SaCvpoVpCQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zCjUrsKnLDE/s1600-h/cedeira.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SaCvpoVpCQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zCjUrsKnLDE/s320/cedeira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305433490780129538" border="0" /></a><br /><br />When you're a child, you think that everything comes from a tree.<br /><br />Then when you grow, you learn that you're the one who must sow that tree. Later, you know that tree grows from a seed. When you grow up a little more, you realize that the tree grows differently depending the season in which you've sowed it. Time after, you learn that not every soil is optimum for every tree.<br /><br />And when you became old, you know that not everything comes from a tree. And you've wasted your time sowing.Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-15066405645901907972009-02-15T01:00:00.002+01:002009-02-15T02:00:28.325+01:00Writing letters to no one.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SZdb-TtV7AI/AAAAAAAAAOY/dENF7OEgkpw/s1600-h/Foto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SZdb-TtV7AI/AAAAAAAAAOY/dENF7OEgkpw/s320/Foto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302808212252519426" border="0" /></a><br />Dear you,<br />Daring me.<br /><br />Thinking you'd reply...<br />And you did<br />Ignoring all I cry.<br /><br />I wasted my time<br />Painting the words<br />I wanted you to say<br />But you hate my art.<br /><br />I failed.<br /><br />But soon I will dance,<br />Leaving all behind<br />Staring at Sun<br />From the dark.<br />And no one will read<br />The letters I'll write.<br />My dear...<br />I'll fly.<br /><br />Dear you,<br />Daring me.<br /><br />Behind that rock I learnt<br />How to be<br />a "full of misery".<br /><br />Feeling how your<br />Sun still shines.<br />The same old dance<br />Which I denied.<br /><br />Disharmony awoke,<br />The day I lost,<br />The will I will...<br />Give up.<br /><br />And soon I will dance,<br />Leaving you behind<br />Staring at Sun<br />From my dark.<br />And no one will read<br />The letters I've write.<br />My dear...<br />Goodbye.<br /><br /><br /></div>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-60551864474469137612009-02-03T23:33:00.005+01:002009-02-03T23:42:43.727+01:00My Sweet Dark Home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SYjII8axQaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xx567qsDPwc/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SYjII8axQaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xx567qsDPwc/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298705017584304546" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">No,<br />no matters how far,<br />I've sailed with my thoughs<br /><br />You're soaring the pain inside...<br /><br />While I weep,<br />In every tear,<br />Staring at me.<br /><br />Bathed in crimson seas...<br /><br />And I won't<br />Keep looking for<br />Stars in this cold...<br /><br />Night in which my sorrow becomes...<br /><br />My sweet Dark Home.<br />My Love,<br />Broken while I...<br /><br />Run,<br />Away from the sun.<br />Fate: this dust;<br /><br />The ashes of love's eternal flame,<br /><br />Dead by your shame,<br />Cursed by my blame,<br /><br />Blessed to late for a filthy light,<br /><br />Which sparkled in vain,<br />And failed in my...<br /><br />Tortured soil and begs for a breath...<br /><br />Within this lie.<br />... My skin.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">LyraGothe,,</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-60119318637470413592009-01-16T19:44:00.002+01:002009-01-19T00:53:21.055+01:00LovelessMy daybreak seems dead<br />A picture of unfullfilled dreams,<br />Hung up in a wall of pain<br />A vein which constantly bleeds!<br /><br />So I let fear take care of me,<br />Neither love, nor hope came here.<br />My daring pride died within!<br /><br />And I run Away in the soil of sin!<br /><br />No, really, I have no choice...<br />Anyhow... It's over.<br />Pain lies away in restless guilt...<br />And as ocean without sky,<br />My whole life hovers<br />And I cry again for the loss inside.<br /><br />My life... It ends with the neverending sorrow...<br />Lost, now.<br />And I feel how the moon devours my emptyness...<br /><br />Selfish, 'cause I keep you<br />In every dream.<br />Forever to stay<br />Here with me!<br /><br />And over and over again<br />This failure turns into sick<br />Filthing, my dearest wish.<br /><br />No really, I have no choice...<br />Anyhow... It's over.<br />Pain lies away in restless guilt...<br />And as ocean without sky,<br />My whole life hovers<br />And my starving soul now cries for you!<br /><br />"And the humans will dance around filthy pollen,<br />while God coughs up the blood he has stolen.<br />Their empty lifes will survive as a falling,<br />while a bitch on their mind looks out for black honey.<br /><br />And the world wouldn't be as a garden,<br />because you wouldnt be as a flower<br />because your soul with their cold with cower<br />And your life would be a heavier burden."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">LyraGothe,,</span><br /></div>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-6582021777082918162008-12-24T19:04:00.003+01:002008-12-25T13:06:21.434+01:00Just like Hell<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SVJ5wTlOLnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/8R5a_dXfvIE/s1600-h/Imagen045.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SVJ5wTlOLnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/8R5a_dXfvIE/s320/Imagen045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283419183656087154" border="0" /></a><br />My dear...<br /><br />Spring dies in time where darkness blind.<br />No eyes, no voice, no one feels the call.<br />Closer now, my hope's grave<br />Buried alone with those lies...<br /><br />A dream fade away... while a wall from Heaven fell...<br /><br />A prison, my death.<br />Cold crimson state<br />Why have I to see these gates?<br /><br />My dear... I said<br />I would give you breathe,<br />And I wept...<br />Promising you the Hell.<br /><br />The best secret kept ever<br />Dying in my prayer<br />So far away from the sun...<br /><br />My skin burns in the fire,<br />And guilt lives as a burden<br />In the fire of death...<br />Just like Hell.<br /><br />To remind that dreams<br />Won't never be forgotten,<br />As the fire of death...<br />Just like Hell.<br /><br />And hurting as heart<br />Pounds in my soul<br />As the fire of death...<br />Just like Hell.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">LyraGothe,,</span><br /></div>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-15512533100722648002008-12-10T23:13:00.010+01:002008-12-11T02:24:50.371+01:00Crystal asphyxia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SUBDcEsWDLI/AAAAAAAAANg/iN2fFVtDanI/s1600-h/100_2881.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SUBDcEsWDLI/AAAAAAAAANg/iN2fFVtDanI/s320/100_2881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278292912853355698" border="0" /></a>Hatred betrayed in ye hearts o'slavery,<br />Insightful thy end, filthy sight.<br />Denied my dream as I entered thy lie,<br />The ebony clock of their fate<br />... cracked.<br /><br />This boiling black blood on this scar;<br />remember that wind blown in the wrong side...<br />The tortured laugh of this crime<br />Murdered our souls, now we burn in our flight!<br /><br />This empty soil where we weep...<br />The earth in our hands...<br />Please, let me be a carrier of grief!<br />Let me spread this germ!<br /><br />Die in our dying, in mankind's madness<br />Belch out the fire which is burning inside!<br />Curse them to eternal drowning in their vanity!<br />Let us love our brief sin...<br /><br />"And thou -forever forsaken-<br />wilt cry in the embrace of the night...<br />And the moon in your hands will survive."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">LyraGothe,,</span><br /></div>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-26067465174311582362008-12-09T00:19:00.003+01:002008-12-09T00:28:43.349+01:00And now...Now...? Everything ends...<br /><br />The fallen leaves of those trees, they remind me where we end... Where we begin. Every feeling I've felt, it ends in a memory, a flash in the memory... The beauty of the enchanted moon, the wide ocean in front of me.<br /><br />The wind blows more today; It forgets everything on his way... The poisoned flowers, -of course-... Nothing less than my heart fading away, again and again...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">LyraGothe,,</span>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-386390062953364062008-11-09T23:38:00.002+01:002008-11-10T00:17:27.103+01:00Walking the voidThe swirl of obscurity,<br />it muted my life...<br />As another soaring,<br />to eternity,<br />to die.<br /><br />In that corner,<br />How many tears I cried,<br />to let bloom that flower,<br />solitude,<br />they call it that.<br /><br />-Among those ghost-<br />Suffering, but still soul-alive,<br />still alone, still divine.<br />His cold lips kissed my life,<br />-Then I get lost-.<br /><br />I will put out each word,<br />that stain this night white.<br />Diamond features among,<br />every shade in crystal night.<br /><br />I will cry under the rain,<br />In the fearest cold,<br />I will play.<br />For every sin,<br />I will die.<br />and in that stream,<br />I will fade away.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">LyraGothe,,</span><br /></div>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-71041327449686871382008-10-29T16:50:00.002+01:002008-10-29T17:37:02.349+01:00We sail...A word glimmers among the mist.<br />The cold winter freezes the time.<br />Too many feelings; a tempting sin.<br />An early though; your glazed eyes.<br /><br />Even ethereal birds curse me,<br />But I don't believe it.<br />Red wine; Black majesty.<br />Black wine for this sin.<br /><br />Let life remember;<br />Take that moon,<br />our dream of amber,<br />and turn it gloom.<br />Turn it real,<br />Because I wish you.<br /><br />I sail.... on seas of naivety.<br />Unconscious of reality.<br />You said... long better.<br />Still I don't believe in faith,<br />But I praise for thee.<br />In my soul, your grace.<br /><br />Then I sail alone.<br />Strong winds remember me,<br />They remind me<br />Where I belong.<br /><br />Not here anymore...<br /><br /><div align="right"><em>Lyra Gothe,,</em></div>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-28189682662492952632008-10-23T16:45:00.003+02:002008-10-29T17:06:31.233+01:00There's no limitNo place for soul. There's no place for soul. No soil for heart. There is a chalice to the blood that hands shed, screaming for the inner-pain which is killing her minds. Their sorrowful faces, lighting the darkness of their sadness. Living just with a failed love, and just for that failed love... Even in woe proudly of being the ones. They like obscurity, they like their purity, their sorrow and the screams of the heart- and silence... Because they don't dream about being only humans, so they fight for their hope.<br /><br />Even I was tired... my wings... they blew soaring to the moon, with her beatiful melancholy and pain, seeking for my hope.<br /><br /><em>Child, you've become a God. I love your beauty as much as your faults. Don't stop flying to the infinity...</em><br /><br /><div align="right"><em>Lyra Gothe,,</em></div>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-26089252180703326272008-10-19T00:35:00.009+02:002008-10-19T03:49:16.218+02:00My abandonned poem...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SPqJcZWVaZI/AAAAAAAAANY/X3KGMUk8DMs/s1600-h/At+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SPqJcZWVaZI/AAAAAAAAANY/X3KGMUk8DMs/s320/At+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258666635842382226" border="0" /></a><br />White... thoughs and thoughs<br />life that cries after laughs...<br />and loves... your smile.<br /><br />A broken ease...<br />A chaos in disguise...<br />A blackness lit by tears.<br />Another hopeless lovely times...<br /><br />Faithful even in dreams.<br />My Lord, my beauty Prince...<br />I'll bath in your tears,<br />I'll kiss you when you scream...<br /><br />There's no sin by your side,<br />but magic...<br />Star, shine forever,<br />this sky is all yours...<br /><br />Sing up that canticle, heart,<br />Sing up that canticle again...<br />Sing it louder than silence.<br />Sing alone that canticle...<br /><br />That silence killed me once.<br />That solitude sickened me,<br />as she's doing now...<br /><br />I've desobey the night...<br />Just to be yours...<br />For you, to be mine.<br /><br />Even your flower is longer<br />more beatiful that mine...<br />Maybe it's 'cause I pull<br />all the petals off...<br />Asking them if you love me.<br />Even I knew you don't...<br /><br />Proudly I'm bleak,<br />Sadly I'm just thorns,<br />I'm weak...<br />I'm alone...<br />Sick because of your eyes...<br />Dying because of your soul.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">LyraGothe,,</span><br /></div>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-65286577937983855302008-10-12T01:14:00.003+02:002008-10-12T02:43:37.254+02:00Let it go<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SPFABTSHVDI/AAAAAAAAANI/ySbDDjQWPFw/s1600-h/At+025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SPFABTSHVDI/AAAAAAAAANI/ySbDDjQWPFw/s320/At+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256052631218377778" border="0" /></a>Don not tell us what to do.<br /> <br /> Let us be the ones. The ones who play with mistery.<br /><br /> Let us create fantasy. Curse the time.<br /><br /> Let me see. Let me see there, that slumber, that beautiful darkness.<br /><br /> And what about the gulls? They'll fly away. As we do. As we believe in magic.<br /><br />Let it change. What about the diamonds, the ones that shine in this neverending night?<br /><br /> And then... What about the night? Curse the light. We are the shine.<br /><br />Let us fly away. You obey to you Lord.<br /><br /> We'll be here, maybe there, under our own control.<br /><br /> Crying behind the mist.<br /><br /> Because every day is a day, night is just as a dream.<br /><br /> And what about the soul? Let it go... She never loses the way of her Lord.Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-52702571342028521302008-10-03T23:42:00.004+02:002008-10-04T00:16:38.435+02:00My Prickly Rose<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SOaS_QV_f9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/A5dL0ov_Bd0/s1600-h/rosaespinada.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SOaS_QV_f9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/A5dL0ov_Bd0/s320/rosaespinada.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253047630790885330" border="0" /></a><br />This is a sculpture I made a few months ago. It's My Prickly Rose. I don't know the reason for what I did it. I think art is the reason.<br /><br />But I have another reason. Rose, represent the beauty. The thorns the obstacles. To take the beauty of the rose, we must bleed because of the thorns.<br /><br />So sometimes is really hard to hold it. But don't give up. Every think I feel I write it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SOaXW7kK_uI/AAAAAAAAAMo/WPX6iO4MyQg/s1600-h/100_0586.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SOaXW7kK_uI/AAAAAAAAAMo/WPX6iO4MyQg/s320/100_0586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253052435576585954" border="0" /></a><br />This one, is a painting of Ultimecia. I made it a few years ago... When I was young. Is Ártemis, the Godess of the Hunting, Agriculture and of the moon (even later, the Godess of the moon was Selene and Artemis lost this honor :P). Just make art and be creative. Let your soul dominate your mind. And your heart, feel it. Never blame it.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Show me a worker with big dreams, and in him you'll find a man who can change the history. Show me a man without dreams, and in him you'll find a simple worker." B.Shaw</span><br /></span>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-40781862237616273272008-10-01T23:00:00.002+02:002008-10-02T00:02:55.759+02:00A monster as a sickness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SOPlFAZztzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xIKPhh2RDVs/s1600-h/103.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SOPlFAZztzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xIKPhh2RDVs/s320/103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252293464614483762" border="0" /></a><br />"Butterflies, a lot of dark butterflies flying over mi soul."<br /><br />Will be darker this darkness? Oh, monster, oh monster o'mine. I hate you so much. Why you love me? Or why you hate me? 'Cause I feel like an angel was taking care of me, but he cannot fight against you. Hate+Love is not zero. Leave me alone then... I don't need you, no anymore. I want to open my eyes and see that there's something more. There is always sadness, confusion, anguish... But there's something more... I'm tired of shout when nobody is listening. I'm tired of listen when nobody is shouting. Dissapear monster, dissapear. Forget this soul and join another world. I will always keep flying. Of course I will. Just a breathe... Just a breathe...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">Angel of desire, thanks for being here. You must know that I'll build up a new place with your magic, for you to come as a wanderer or as a God.</span>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-56504588295579331332008-09-25T22:24:00.007+02:002008-09-25T22:57:20.366+02:00Sail in my dreams<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SNv0t65CtpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/sjEM7bXPoDI/s1600-h/luna-noche.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SNv0t65CtpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/sjEM7bXPoDI/s320/luna-noche.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250058860370245266" border="0" /></a>This leads to an endless way until I wish to know your name; I want to shout it when anguish becomes light. The blood of your soul is as anesthesia; your look as my shelter. What is the color of your eyes? Be my faith, sparkling smile. Be the last, the last one who forgives this angel of desire. Think not that the beast is at home -cause am I your beast, and can't leave you alone- but don't see it. So don't fear. Know not that is me. Thanks for these wings. Dissapear into light, and join me in blackness. Be my hope and my fear, my silence, my screams; your fire I will be-as I am now- so just burn in passion, and be careful. Think that fear is longer than pain; that brain is just a tool. My soul, your soul, this gloom, your eyes, our moon. There's nothing realer that me and you.<br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Lyra Gothe,,</span><br /></div>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-24887503813798236772008-09-20T04:02:00.003+02:002008-09-20T04:59:00.465+02:00Dreaming in my madness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SNRaVwTEG6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/6NoW41GVa1I/s1600-h/1.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SNRaVwTEG6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/6NoW41GVa1I/s320/1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247918795582086050" border="0" /></a><br />Tearing mysel<span style="font-weight: bold;">f</span> apart with a sick blaze.<br /><br />Cann<span style="font-weight: bold;">o</span>t see the rain<br />when my eyes a<span style="font-weight: bold;">r</span>e still blinded<br />with his divine haze.<br /><br />Only a iron shadow bathed in crimsons sleeps.<br /><br />I'll be there... maybe.<br />'Cause you won't... But mi<span style="font-weight: bold;">g</span>ht be...<br />Heav<span style="font-weight: bold;">e</span>n.<br /><br />Stop i<span style="font-weight: bold;">t</span> now.<br />Or follow me...<br /><br />The creech of the heart cannot be s<span style="font-weight: bold;">i</span>lent anymore.<br />So hear it! Blame i<span style="font-weight: bold;">t</span>!<br />Bless it! Then curse it with your faked s<span style="font-weight: bold;">m</span>ile.<br />Let it survive, just for be blessed<br />With <span style="font-weight: bold;">y</span>our loner soul existence.<br /><br />'Cause have your tears,<br />Is long <span style="font-weight: bold;">b</span>etter than keep my happiness.<br />B<span style="font-weight: bold;">e</span>cause your sadness...<br />Is the furthest w<span style="font-weight: bold;">a</span>y I can reach.<br /><br />"<span style="font-weight: bold;">U</span>ntil that, two eyes walk the night. Hand in hand. With<br />a wonderful crea<span style="font-weight: bold;">t</span>ion. They flower the<span style="font-weight: bold;">y</span> soar, now grows<br />beatiful -as their love-. He's feeling li<span style="font-weight: bold;">k</span>e a little King; his<br />little princess follows the trail of his breathe. "I'll always<br />be here", was the promise in their fire. Everything to<br />share, noth<span style="font-weight: bold;">i</span>ng to lose."<br />But <span style="font-weight: bold;">n</span>ow, just tears to shed.<br /><br />The soul joint ends in a dead dream, even waitin<span style="font-weight: bold;">g</span> to be dreamt.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Fill the void again, nothing to lose, neither to gain. Just <span style="font-weight: bold;">nothing.</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Lyra Gothe,,</span><br /></div>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-72790908634016006392008-09-17T02:05:00.004+02:002008-09-17T02:52:59.279+02:00Arting everything<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SNBUWcuEsMI/AAAAAAAAALg/3vohpqyG7nE/s1600-h/leguas-de-fuego.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SNBUWcuEsMI/AAAAAAAAALg/3vohpqyG7nE/s320/leguas-de-fuego.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246786310529921218" border="0" /></a><br />Burn.<br /><br />Burn.<br /><br />Burn in this passion.<br /><br />Feel the flames of your own soul.<br />Fill your smile with art.<br /><br />Believe in magic. Burn in magic. Ask for what you deserves. Nothing less. That's art.<br /><br />Live in secret, and your undercover will be more valuable. Say my name when you want, because I can always hear you. That's art.<br /><br />Go ahead with your dreams. You'll have blessing if you don't disturb anyone. Don't never open your eyes if you are happy. Then smile. That's art<br /><br />Feel alone. Feel sad. Be a friend of that mysterious spirit called solitude. But if you wish it, have it. That's art, because you want it to be art.<br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Solitude is a good friend, but it cannot make you laught. Don't believe with faith, believe with certainty."</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"> Dedicated to Agent Dale Cooper</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Lyra Go</span><span style="font-style: italic;">the</span>,,<br /></div>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-37266873961593871462008-09-14T04:42:00.005+02:002008-09-16T18:19:44.331+02:00Burn in thy eyes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SMx64utVnAI/AAAAAAAAALI/XxsrPgoHUdQ/s1600-h/moon2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SMx64utVnAI/AAAAAAAAALI/XxsrPgoHUdQ/s320/moon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245702781009239042" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;">Oh, Lord...<br />How far I've walked for your blessing.<br />With no rest, my Lord.<br /><br />I ran gloomy nights,<br />under the rain of desire,<br />I've slept in those wells<br />So lost in your maze...<br />With no rest, Lord o' mine.<br /><br />I've seen how deep is truth<br />how much far is that light...<br />How the lie<br />can stain your soul,<br />your eyes...<br /><br />So please,<br />kiss this sword,<br />my beauty Lord,<br />fill this void with your proud.<br />Make me free.<br /><br />I need you, so do it<br />Just silence my screams,<br />-as you took my soul-<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Bless again the tears,<br />all over my skin.<br />Do it, my Lord.<br /><br />Then cry our name.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Lyra Gothe,,</span><br /></div></div></div>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-7644235301474857032008-09-11T03:19:00.012+02:002008-09-16T18:20:07.168+02:00She in you.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SMh92oQZzwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IYdBUBurvR0/s1600-h/ultima.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SMh92oQZzwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IYdBUBurvR0/s320/ultima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244580143545569026" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Just filled as an empty paper,<br />with scrawls,<br />with no-law,<br />just a soul<br />with her nature.<br /><br />Just a rapture of dreams,<br />a shade<br />a "maybe will be..."<br />what she feels,<br />can't be explained.<br /><br />Can't by that way.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">In that rock, she sleeps.<br />She draws in, in that rock.<br />Light can't stop hurting, she<br /> looked in vain,<br /> at every drop...<br /> Did you see the rain?<br /> She could feel the pain,<br /> in every drop... That fell<br /><br /> Look her eyes...<br /> as they bliss you.<br /> Look your eyes...<br /> as you missed you<br /><br /> In that way.<br /><br /> In your soul, she was born,<br /> with your grace,<br /> with no-face<br /> Will you try to find her?<br /> I know that you won't...<br /><br />Won't this way.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Lyra Gothe,,</span><br /></div>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-46068971049115714872008-09-05T01:34:00.004+02:002008-09-16T18:21:51.218+02:00September; the longest Sunday of the year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SMBwxv5Q7hI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fiT9GOXLGX0/s1600-h/6a00e54f77ee13883400e5508bddfe8833-500wi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SMBwxv5Q7hI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fiT9GOXLGX0/s320/6a00e54f77ee13883400e5508bddfe8833-500wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242313966231809554" border="0" /></a>"September Ashes". Summer ends, a new season arrives. I think that they are things that everyone needs, just to change our lifes. Like someone said "If that scares you it's because you must try it", and I really thing that we must. We must to have valour to have choices. By the way, this is the second time I read "The Alchemist". The Personal Legend. All of us have one, our big dream, our biggest fight. Damn it! We are fighting again. Like the most of the time, against us.<br />A lot of times I want to stop, and say a "shut up!" to my head. But it doesn't make anything. Damn it again! I must live with it.<br /><br />"You need chaos in yout soul to give birth to a dancing star"<a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/39062.html"></a> <span style="font-style: italic;">Friedrich Nietzsche</span>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-82332097727099791492008-08-28T00:18:00.006+02:002008-09-16T18:25:50.002+02:00The part which broke<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"I know that they want to jail you. The want to materialyze you. I know you want to be free; there's a place to save you. You just seek for ease... Solitude is your weapon... Abyss of kharma... Don't be afraid of your silence, soul."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A story with pages pulled out by the guffaws of life, which laughted on their backs. You won't cry for anything; Neither me. I will cry for me, and for the sick dreams that are already dead... here... All is desert. I wake in a new exile, a new game. A new prision in time without end... I wonder what you dream about... without me. Will you come to save me of this dry land? Where only dwell poisoned flowers, and if you live alone; you'll die harvesting. I know that you can, oh life o' mine... Kill me. And maybe tomorrow I'll feel alive. Will you have valour? I think I won't... This melody fade away if any accordion needs it anymore. Musical... I want a new theatre for play the musical of sorrow... of the so much... and of the how much time... of the essence of the valour and the blindfolding of ignorance, heart... don't waste feelings... Maybe you'll need them later, and I know you'll run away because of coward and blind.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"I would like to have an parallel universe to build up in it castles which don't break whit the weakness of joy... I would like to stop dreaming about fly... and fall down."</span><br /></span>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365445929316878592.post-10421119143856741012008-08-21T23:56:00.010+02:002008-09-16T18:26:03.321+02:00I want to transmit to hundreds of lost souls this sickness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SK3mPWDh-dI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BVIJPaVAquc/s1600-h/Bild001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw3QTHrIcNY/SK3mPWDh-dI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BVIJPaVAquc/s320/Bild001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237095092994570706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So... it's sad. But sometimes I think that is better. I don't know why. At least when I'm sad I'm in tranquillity. People upset me a lot sometimes... I don't know. It's just like everything had always to come to a bad end, and being this way I fell that at least I know what I feel and nobody can take me this off. It's a double-edged sword. Because life is not to live it this way... but that's who I am. And I am unable to forget it. I don't want their unhappy joy... I prefer my happy sadness.<br /><br />Love, is the worst thief; he has stealing our freedom for years and nobody knows where he concealed it.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Stupid rigid structure... only thinks in sink.</span><br /></span>Lyra Gothehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16138006250132682116noreply@blogger.com1