this is when Troy and Gabriella first met... good song and one of my favorite parts :-) (more)
Sunday, May 13, 2007
High School Musical- Something New
Monday, April 9, 2007
Angels Whisper
I walk through an unknown landMy feet so bare I can feel the sand
Is it the breeze? Thats making that sound?
Or is it angels whispering all around?
I can feel the wind blow through my hair,
I can feel the angels watching stare.
They can see deep into my eyes
they can seek out all my hopes and lies.
They whisper as I was on past
So I speed my pace till I'm running fast.
I see the edge of the cliff ahead,
but instead of stopping, I fulfill the dread.
As I jump of the cliff I feel myself fall,
but just as I loose all hope,
I hear an angel call.
Then suddenly I stop falling, and I look to see why.
Theres angels all around, stopping me before I die.
I feel godlike hands grab my arms and legs,
I'm rising to the sky, the angels whisper all around and I relieve a happy cry!
Monday, March 5, 2007
Fire
touch my skin
for every burn
is a flower within
each scar you leave
each drop you dry
you give me no reason to cry
consume me slowly so that i can feel
this beautiful pain, which is too real
cover me with ashes
bury me deep
so that now, i can finally sleep.
each scar you leave
each drop you dry
you give me no reason to cry
consume me slowly so that i can feel
this beautiful pain, which is too real
cover me with ashes
bury me deep
so that now, i can finally sleep.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Death of Poetry.. R.I.P.. he he..
the cat was sad
it went mad
but then it got its own pad
but then it got its own pad
and hung in the hood
and then ate an orange...shit!!
nothing rhyms with orange ..
he he he.. hey guys sorry for not posting for long.. i've been gettin your mails complaining about u visitin ma blog n disappointed n stuff.. so posted this crap to keep ya entertained.. lol... sorry but am working on somethin.. will post it ASAP.
Veer.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
High School Musical - Happy VDay Guys..
Couldnt find something better than this to post..
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
For My Grandad
They take the good-en's first they say,
I heard them saying that today.
You weren't young, but you were good,
Why doesn't life work how it should.
I really miss you, it's not fair,
To not see you sitting in your chair.
The one in which you watched TV,
And laughed with Nan, and Dad, and Me.
Toward the end, you weren't yourself,
You hated the fact you needed help.
It was then i think, you knew,
This is hard to write because i miss you.
I know you wouldn't want me to cry,
But i do no matter how hard i try.
You were the only one i ever knew,
And now... I've lost you.
In a better place, you're at peace,
I think that's the only relief.
You being gone, makes me sad,
But I'll meet you again someday,
Grandad....
I'll meet you someday...
I heard them saying that today.
You weren't young, but you were good,
Why doesn't life work how it should.
I really miss you, it's not fair,
To not see you sitting in your chair.
The one in which you watched TV,
And laughed with Nan, and Dad, and Me.
Toward the end, you weren't yourself,
You hated the fact you needed help.
It was then i think, you knew,
This is hard to write because i miss you.
I know you wouldn't want me to cry,
But i do no matter how hard i try.
You were the only one i ever knew,
And now... I've lost you.
In a better place, you're at peace,
I think that's the only relief.
You being gone, makes me sad,
But I'll meet you again someday,
Grandad....
I'll meet you someday...
Monday, February 5, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Memories of Pain... Or a tortured Brain??
Was my vision so ever blurred?
That I once talked so incoherently, I seemed a slur?
Is my retention so utterly wrong?
That a period of life, I believe to have been crying,
I only was sighing.
Have my fragments of sparse memories,
Turned into haunting nightmares,
That never once existed,
Have the multitudes of poems, and stories I've written,
Only been about a tortured brain,
But nothing true,
Nothing sane.
Are my hopes and admirations,
Nothing my false dreams,
Because I've been told 1,000 times how it's impossible,
Unable to be seen.
Well tell me now, Broken Memory of mine,
Answer me Yes or No?
Is there a difference between a dreamer and a listener?
-Veer
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
LoOOse CoNtrol.... Be A ReBel...
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