Dying Whispers

Kiss me now or never,
For I am weak and certainly dying.
I have failed in this endeavor,
So kiss and end your bitter crying.
Soon I'll be your guardian angel,
Watching you from up above
Just like you are such an angel
All the time my beauteous love.
I hear the chanting of Cherubs,
Or is it the screaming of demons
Howling like a mad tribe of th' Arabs
And screaming out loud without reason?
Soon I'll dwell in heaven or hell,
So quickly kiss and tell me farewell.

Adonis

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I'm up all day and night,
Recalling that amazing sight...
That crystalline delight
Christel--what a sight!
In impostrous dimness of light,
In darkness and in fright,
I feed my apatite
As I quickly start to write
Of that crystalline delight
Of that wondrous, wondrous sight
Which alone doth embright
My room, quickly spreading light,
Quickly ending all my fright...
What a crystalline delight!
And my Christel--what a sight!
'Tis crystal clear tonight
My lack of fear is brought to light
Through her dear beauty alone: what a sight!
What a crystalline delight!

Adonis

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I'm the victim of her beguiling charm...
Through minimal effort she pulls me in.
With no real thoughts of fright or of alarm,
I'm captured... victim of her evil sin.
I know not if she means to do me harm,
Nor do I care for her enchanting grin.
I reach to grasp her delicate, pale arm,
But she's an actress, and therefore just a whim.

ADOnis Agha

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tinker tinker little Adonis, with some help from Christian *Sung to the tune of twinkle twinkle little star* 

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Sweet! 

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Got bored with my hair, so I spiked it. 

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The dreary days without her pass away like the crumpled papers surrounding the overflowing trash bin of a fastidious writer's office. Around me, fictitious figures in unreal environments manage to pull off surreal doings. Nothing interests me or captures my imagination. All's grey, nothing has the colorfulness of love.
Love is often a rosy red: intense, real, compassionate, and fiery. Other days it is a calm, soothing, and peaceful white. When she's around, a sparkling touch of love imbues in my life its colorfulness; thus I thrive in her presence and am dead in her absence.
Love is the most dangerous endeavor man can undertake. To surrender so much to another person is somewhat overwhelming and is completely insane. That is what is so great about love: its weakness lies in its strength: sharing so much with someone is so rewarding, but could lead to remarkable devastation. I trust her, though, and she trusts me. And so we go on, and we shall forever go on, in love.

Adonis

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A man walks into a bar and asks the barman for a glass of water. The barman pulls out a gun and points it at the man. The man says 'Thank you' and walks out. Why?

I love this riddle.

Adonis

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As I try to purge myself
Of all those feelings of self-hatred,
And as I try to stop all thoughts
Of madly-woven suicide plans,
I gaze upon the shattered glass,
Amidst the wreck that is my room.
I see and smell the pure grape wine-
Now spilled and sparkling, emulating rubies.
The cup is shattered--like my heart,
Irreperably destroyed, bleeding endlessly.
I look, admiring this perfect metaphor.
Though in abject drunkenness, I see
All the agony I am enduring
Presented in this gory scene
Created in my fit of rage
When I destroyed my fine wine cup.
It is all so clear to me,
Though nothing else on my mind is;
I see that room that is my life,
I see that cup which was my heart,
I smell my breath, remembering her's,
And thus I spend all of my time.

Adonis

P.S. This is all FICTION!!! Nothing is wrong with my life, so do not try to cure me and stop me from ending my life right now because I'm NOT going to attempt it.

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I'm back, and I'm better than ever!
It has been a long time since my last post. And, indeed, I miss it! A lot of things have happened, preventing me from posting and causing a semi-schism between me and the computer, but now we are reunited and it's all good. Hmmm... tons of stuff to talk about.
The 28th of February was my sixteenth birthday, and I had a fantastic, long, exhausting, beautiful, great birthday. It was raining lightly and freezing cold, but I got a few gifts that made my day, week, month, and year seem like the brightest, shiniest, and loveliest of all my life. I went out for coffee with a special someone and I had a blast.
"Tastes like chicken" is the dumbest way to describe foods. It doesn't help me eliminate/consider foods from the menu, neither does it attract my attention. Stop using it.
Formula 1 season is coming... This weekend watch for the Melbourne race from the land down under. Should be amazingly exciting and is truly unpredictable. I'm with Alonso all the way, but it looks like Raikonnen is gonna win, which would also suit my fancy. I just don't want BAR, Williams, or even Ferrari to win. But, truly, in my heart I am still a Ferrari fan and will be for ever. It's just not good for one team to dominate so much for so long, so I have to cheer someone else on. It won't sadden me if they win, though. I better stop talking about Ferrari before I revert to cheering for them. Go Alonso, go Raikonnen!
Adonis

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