Salvia Divinorium

The way I blush when I think of you,
The way I smile when I remember your words-
The way I almost wanna pass out when someone mentions you-
The way I wanna go to bed early,
Just so I can dream of you-

The way I wanna hold your hand,
The way I write your name on my schoolpapers-
The way I wish I shared every class with you,
The way my heart beats faster,
And the way I feel when I imagine you with me-

I'm just like every other boy,
Who's ever wanted to be held by someone else-
And I'm just like every story,
Hoping for a love-filled ending-

Because I'm human too,
And I somehow still feel-
After all I've been through,
I still feel love-

Your roses are red, My bruises blue
I am dead
Except when with you

My roses are red, Your blood is too
I devour what we’ve said
And I’m addicted, it’s true

Our roses red, Our love still blue
My heart’s been fed
For now and ever, it beats for you

Essence

Berukhi ke saath sunna darde dil ki daastan
Woh kalai main tera kangan ghumana yaad hai
Humko ab tak aashiqui ka woh zamana yaad hai
Chupke chupke raat din aansu bahaana yaad hai

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Ghulam Ali

Fragile

Please don't call lover' name.
Thoughts run memories again.
Soul pulsate regrets.
Blood fuel flame.
Skin define gravity, down again.
Gulped throat silence secrets.
Fingers grip strong shame.
Glossy images grow pain.
Hands wipe forehead droplets.
Eyes speak lies to tame.
Lips quiver, confusion remain
Smile frown hidden under cigarettes.
Heart burden self with blame.
Silence in peace speak again.
Nothing said but everything interprets.

In search of sunrise

In search of that perfect sunrise
The rain washes away the pain
Euphoric and still
Each drop fell on my skin
Like angels sighing
pure and clean
With New eyes I am reborn
I have come through the fire
And healed by the rain
Heaven is only ever seconds away

Muzik is religion and god is a DJ

Trance music festivals attract enormous crowds and usually feature sophisticated lighting, laser and pyrotechnic displays. Most of the largest trance festivals are held in Europe.

Some of the best festivals are displayed in the Netherlands. Trance festivals in the Netherlands are mainly organized by three companies ID&T, UDC and Q-Dance:

• Tiësto In Concert Arnhem: is a gig only performance by Tiësto. Organized by ID&T. It is held in the Gelredome Arnhem.
• Armin Only, Ahoy, Rotterdam: the only DJ to mix at this event is the very popular Armin Van Buuren. Organized by UDC. (Armin Only 2008 was held in the Jaarbeurs Utrecht, Utrecht.)
• Full On Ferry, Ahoy Rotterdam: Ferry Corsten plays back 2 back with DJs who also cover various other styles such as house, techno and progressive (trance). Such DJs are hand-picked by Ferry himself, as an ode to his long career of producer of many different styles in the process.
• Dance Valley, Netherlands: an outdoor festival organized by UDC. Currently the largest dance event in the world!
• Qlimax, Gelredome, Anthem (20,000 visitors): a Hardstyle, Hard Trance event which has been gaining in popularity recently. Renowned for its impressive laser show. Organized by Q-Dance.
• Sensation, Amsterdam Arena (80,000 visitors on two nights). Not a trance-only festival, many genres such as house and hardstyle coexist. Famous for the venue (a football stadium) and the lightshow. Organized by ID&T.
• Trance Energy, Jaarbeurs, Utrecht (30,000 visitors): a festival which features only trance music, and very popular for diehard fans of trance. Many well-received DJs have played sets at this event, helping to create its fame. Organized by ID&T.
• ImPulsTanz Festival, At the Brabanthallen,'s-Hertogenbosch ( 20,000 visitors ) which started as a try-out, became a festival well known, in the BeNeLux countries, France and Germany.

Everything fades

Here she comes, my heart starts beating,
I’ve been excited about our next meeting,
Whenever I see her I start to feel weak,
Overwhelmed with excitement when she pecks my cheek,
If only I could tell her, and look into her eyes,
I hope that she’ll find it a wonderful surprise.

But she’s such a good friend; I don’t want it to end,
I could change everything all for the worse,
It would stay in my mind like a hovering curse,
So for now I think I’ll keep it a secret,
A relationship like ours I’d rather keep it.

I guess she’ll never know; never get a hint,
Or notice my heart’s ever shining glint,
But maybe one day, I’ll muster the courage,
Yet a person as beautiful as her, I could never manage,
Although not to worry, nor despair nor cry,
My love for her shall never die…

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Ok, so basically this is something I wrote about a special someone some time ago...
It's hard to define it as 'love' because stereotypes tell us we can't understand it at this age, but I think we can, we just chose not to.
Anyhow, as bland as this poem may seem, it was from the heart and was close to me. I have yet to feel as close to a girl ever again, always do something about it, or you miss out.

Mandar
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I don't mean to make you cry....

I didn’t really like it when she cried.

I just loved the way it made her look.

Her eyes were always vibrant.
But, God—God, when she cried…they sparkled.
Her cheeks would turn that perfect plum, that dangerous shade of blue-crimson.
She would push her hair out of her face: in futility.
It would fall back, frazzled, crazed.
Beautiful.

I would watch her, in her less-than-silent agony,
My eyes: absorbed, ablaze. Like a hawk.
Like a vulture.

She was so real.

So vulnerable, the conceptual putty in my hands.
Passionate, with her lips pushed lightly forward.
Almost in a kiss…

Part of me wanted to be that gleam at the tip of her eyelash.
A bigger part of me wanted to be the one to push the gleam, the tear, away.

But I couldn’t.
I couldn’t be the one who loved her.
I couldn’t love her and be the one that made her cry.

It wasn’t that I wanted to make her cry…
Really, it wasn’t.

But, to me….

That was when she was beautiful.

Come in Peace

Dedicated to one of my best and closest friends,
who lives a very busy and exhausting life

We've known each other for a long while
and I’m sure by now we are close friends.
We’ve had great times together,
and some that weren’t so great.

I don’t care about the colour of your skin,
The wealth of your family, the god you pray to
Or even what IQ you have…
Because for me, it’s what’s in your heart that counts

I regret if I’ve ever made you embarrassed…
And made you wonder why we are friends…
I’m sorry for times I’ve made you upset with me…
But know that I’ve never intended harm to you…

There was a time I felt something…
A little more for you…
But looking back, I’ve realised something…
Its better that we are close friends…

You are an amazing person,
and don’t deny it, because it’s true!
You’ve even made me stop and go “wow”
Sometimes to the point I’m overwhelmed!

You have given me a lot to be thankful for,
and have been a supporting friend in my grief…
If you ever feel like giving up…
know that I’ll be there to help you!

I just hope you realise that
all your close friends love your presence.
Without you…
not sure what we’d do…

So any time you are alone…
Or maybe feeling a little bored
just give me a call, or talk
and know I’ll always be your friend