Somber

I fell in slumber, somberly drowning down the mirage of isolation once again. I deemed in the interior certainty of expect. For the blood I plead to drive within, I fell short to hold this sorrow behind. Why do I not succeed to convince myself? That my world once green, scorched down the length of me, towards nothingness over and over again. Distressed in a breakdown to comprehend, why my knees try so hard to stand and run. Lurching me, gashing.
The pain I once thought was dismay, personified and made hate my flesh. It was them. They interred these flares of annihilation in my eyes. They told me green was green. They disguised the red. It was them. It was you. It was all of you. This blood trickling out my throat has the stain of you. It exemplifies the venom of your intent. This dying life expired enduring your disrespect. In no way, shall this day be absolved. And by no means shall the yesterday of me, live once more.

Chamber of Sorrow

The echoes of silence set the hour. Gagged in the chains of depression, I fall away. No more, I will be bolted fast in the anchor of melancholy. But finally get my longing fulfilled - for leaving. Did I drink too much from the goblet of life and hope? Did I take the vanity of joy for granted?
For my battle against the pain of emptiness and this intoxication of the angst of death, is all that is left, that is mine. In my loneliness I still know, that I have none to thank but myself. This is why I remain calm, as the rope is tightening around my neck. Silent witnesses cannot give comfort. The ordinary man in the assembly of the grave choir and the land of perdition that I created by my own hands.
This intense attraction to the portals of death that I have, a wandering study of tearful messe-noir. Controlled since the dawning of time, but something I never could let go... the sorrow.

To Be Loved By You

Isn't there some way I could reach out to youAnd hold your handSome way I could escape this façade of decencyAnd slip into the wantonnessThat I hide so well?Some way I could be in your armsWithout the fear of being found?Some way I could kiss you in realThe way I had kissed you so often in my dreams?Why is it that every tempting thing in this worldIs sinful?Why is my desire such a forbidden feeling
Why am I not free to look in to your eyesAnd tell youTo take me to your bedWhy am I not yours to love?To holdTo caress andTo temptAnd teaseTo tortureAnd pleaseMiles and miles of unspoken wordsUnshared dreamsUnseen hopes
What did you do to me?What did you do when I was with you?Why is no one good enough for me anymore?Why am I walking around with bleak eyesAnd a body that has ceased to feel
And a heart that keeps on breakingEvery single day...
Take me awayTake me in your armsAnd carry me to another placeAnother worldFar far awaySome where nothing else existsBut you and IOnceTake me onceAnd I'll live the rest of my lifeIn the memoryReliving it everyday
Just onceThat's all I askAll I needAll I dreamMy last and final wish...
To be loved by youOnceAgain.....

Pure Venom

the mantra in my ears every single night

...she keeps mocking me...

“ there's nothing left inside your world. it's dying...

just close your eyes... eternity is just another game.

you're just another clone... so shed your skin now.nothing lasts forever

... just let it slip away.it doesn't have to be forever

.you're just another faithless mannequin.you're just another fallen star.

you're just too blind to see, you hate what you can never be.and now you're hollow...

just like me.there's nothing left inside your world.you're just an empty shell of lifeless skin and bone.you're just another drone... a synthetic messiah.you don't want to be human... anymore than me.you're just another dying syndrome.you're just too blind to see, you hate what you've always been.and now you're hollow... just like me.”

House in K.Huraa Maldives Burnt

MALE, August 25, 2007 (Haveeru News Service) -- A house in Kaafu atoll Huraa was torched early Thursday morning following threats and warnings to the residents for supporting a presidential system of governance and the ruling Dhivehi Rayyithunge Party (DRP), police said.No one was injured in the fire that completely destroyed Shaanee Villa house in Huraa. The fire had broken out around 3:00am Thursday. According to the owner of the house Easa Ahmed, who is also the Vice President of the DRP’s Huraa branch, nothing other than the clothes that he, his three children and wife had been wearing to sleep had been saved in the fire.“By the time the fire was extinguished, everything in the house had been destroyed,” Easa said while talking over the phone to Haveeru reporters. “Everything in the house including any electronic item, and all the money has been turned to ash. I think more than Rf 300,000 (about US$23,500) in damages was caused by the fire. The electronic items alone in the house would have cost around Rf 100,000.”He said that the fire had been set by dousing the front door with petrol and diesel oil, and that the plastic containers used to store the petrol and diesel had been found outside the house.“My three kids, I and my wife were sleeping in the same room when my six-year-old woke up, saying that there was a strong smell of petrol about the house. Then when I went out I found that all the doors to the outside had been separately set on fire. I even saw a petrol can outside the door. So I went back inside our room and broke the small window in the attached toilet and climbed out onto the roofless room next to it. Then everyone used the window to climb out to the uncovered room. We were able to get to safety when some people broke down the wall to the room.”He also said that when he had tried to pour water on the fire he had found that someone had turned off the water to the house also. Easa said that four nights before the fire had broken out they had found a threatening note inside the house. Another note had been found in the open-air toilet in the house on Wednesday night also. “The first warning letter had been found one day after the voting had finished,” he said. “The note said: ‘Easa, don’t be so supportive of DRP. What has (President) Maumoon given to the island? We could separate you into three parts, just like the three powers are separated in the presidential system.’ The note found Wedesday night said: ‘Don’t be so supportive of DRP, Easa. Don’t imagine that this will suffice. Come back to your senses and quit DRP before it’s too late.’ The water had been turned off on both nights that the warning letters were found.”Police also said that a threatening note had been found inside Shaanee Villa on Wednesday night. They said that they have found some evidence that the cause of the fire was arson and that five people had been arrested in connection with the ongoing investigation. Police also said that they had been able to extinguish the fire around 5:30am with the help of some residents of Huraa and Four Seasons Resort island nearby.

Maldives Police Service Deputy Commis

Local

NewsDeputy Police Commissioner leaves the countryMale'

- Reliable sources reveal that Deputy Commissioner of Police, Ibrahim Latheef, left the country to Australia on 17th August on a 4 years leave to do his PhD research. The source also confirmed that Golhaabo refused to accept his resignation from the police and that this was just a pretext for him to leave the force, at least for the time being. DO reported earlier in June that Latheef had submitted his resignation along with former Home Minister Thasmeen, who was transferred to Atoll Ministry.

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Where am “I” today? Where am I standing?... Yeah sometimes, as most, I'd laugh off the question. I imagine a scene from a movie. "I was walking and suddenly I realized... where the hell am I?". And that's almost it. I'd share it with my friends and they'd start laughing. Because the movie made a good joke yeah. Then I'd stop smiling and stare at my friends for a while... feeling so much more just a fool. I'd ask myself. Did I just gather a group to make a joke at myself and laugh at me? Or did I actually say something funny and meaningless. And mostly, believe me when I say this... it's option 1. But where am I standing today?

2 years ago, when I was 12, I was so fucking depressed. I wanted nothing more, but just to run away. I almost felt abused. I read my journal today... everything I did back then was written down. I found them on my precious backup disks. And strangely, though beautiful... I felt reconnected to myself. To who I used to be. Uncool, no talents, fat and ugly, unwanted minion... no need. Even today, I feel the same. But I'm way ahead, from who I used to be. So much more, I've seen. So much I've sinned, burnt myself. Trying to walk tall with these god damn bruises. But nomore do I want to run away.. I wish to terminate. Can't help punishing myself everyday for occupying space. This cubic area I take from air... to exist here with the rest of you all. And I'd punish myself till I was six feet under. Away from derision. But who am I? I'm needed today. People would cry if I died. So many promises I'd throw away. But I can't help care. I can't stop. I need to move. I'm bruised. If I stayed, I'd be bombarded on again. And I won't survive the next wave. I know I won't. They thought I was tough when I fixed their problems. They thought I was strong when I didn't cry. They thought I'm a genius when I performed miraculous mind games. They're wrong. I'm just bruised. I can achieve. But it's today. It's now. And my knees are drilled. My legs broken, and my waist displaced. My eyes soar, my lips peeled, and my skin so dry. I'm abused. But yeah look at me now. Still standing in the middle of the crowd. I still exist and I can't help it. Cigarettes couldn't take me there. Alchohol & drugs, just not me and I won't get near it.

I walk down the street staring at people hurrying to places. Busy doing something. Always going somwhere. And when I come home, it's up to my throat. Like I'm about to throw. I run upstairs. I reside in my coop. Barely kneel down holding the edge of a table, and cry it out. But what's wrong with me? Look at me! I don't have a single broken bone. I don't have a single mark on my skin. No fat lips, nothing. But I can barely stand. And I can't help it. I try to sing, but it doesn't work. I change into my sports wear and jump in the ocean. No it still doesn't work. I switch off my cell phone and smoke so much I feel insane. Yet it's there. I drank everything I'm allergic to. I vomited blood for a week. It's like everything inside me is out now. But it's still there! Is it because I can't share myself with someone? Is it because I can't talk to people. That my web log is now stained with meaningless complaints and exaggerated definitions. And I know it doesn't mean anything to you. But it's something I'm so tired of inhaling, since me.

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