Saturday, August 22, 2009

My Little Angel

My little angel
With your bright little smile
And your soft little voice
You make me feel like I could run a mile

My little angel
I wonder, do you know
How sweet you seem to me
As pure as clean snow

My little angel
This may not sound new
But in my heart I need you to know
I'll protect you

So, my little angel
Please smile in that special way you do
And hold my hand as we go our ways
Because, my little angel eyes, I love you.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Let me drive

Have you ever wanted to drive, to get behind the wheel and press the pedal to the floor? Damning the fortitude held by the metal accelerator's strength against your unrelenting foot? Rolling down the windows, your stereo as loud as audibly possible; anything to suffocate that fucking voice in your head. Pinch a cigarette tightly between hard-pressed lips, covering clenched jaws, the flick of the lighter and the glow of the tobacco catching fire somehow soothing. Have you ever taken a drag, the smoke suffocating the ball in your throat, making it fall back inside of you? The cool evening air whipping past with increasing velocity as you hurtle forward, attempting to strip the evening's oppressive breath from your neck.... I know most of you know how it feels... so let me drive... drive as far as i could go, coz it does give you releif...

And oh yeah while you are driving just listen to this track Hide and seek (Tiesto in search of sunrise)

Friday, August 14, 2009

Happy Independence Day

Happy independence day to the all Pakistanis out there

(Read the text on the blog BEEP BEEP ITS ME....)

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Kisses and Raindrops

You are a friend,
someone I hold dear,

When the burning sun riseth in the morning,
when the moon doth wane in the horizon.

Though the wind may blow at my back,
and the rain drip down my face,
you are the sunshine all around me,
and always in my thoughts

(click on the image)

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Pakistan Zindabad

Forget the time of distress, but never forget what they tought you....

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Thursday, August 6, 2009


I'm sitting by my bedroom window,
Wishing someone were there.
I softly sing broken by lifehouse,
Wishing someone would hear.

But wishing is for fairy tales,
Let's check back into life.
When others waste time wishing
Is when I pick up my knife.

I slash and cut and tear and rip
Until I finally bleed.
Then cover it up secretly,
With my jacket sleeve.

Secretly, I emphasize
Because no one knows about me.
They all see me as the happy friend
Without a problem standing.

I smile for them, so they don't frown.
Happiness is "contagious".
But if that was true, then why is it
That I'm not advantageous?

But I do have just one wish,
Just some wild dream...
That someone will come and realize
I'm not as happy as I seem.

That person never comes, of course,
As I have forever known.
So I sit back, silently screaming,
Waiting for my scars to show....