نوشته شده توسط pro_translator [ برای مشاهده لینک ، با نام کاربری خود وارد شوید یا ثبت نام کنید ]the pitiable condition is your baby face
Who
can't imagine is running in the street naked
WoW
really, a miserable performance
Hey darling
R U Lost
نوشته شده توسط pro_translator [ برای مشاهده لینک ، با نام کاربری خود وارد شوید یا ثبت نام کنید ]the pitiable condition is your baby face
Who
can't imagine is running in the street naked
WoW
really, a miserable performance
Hey darling
R U Lost
How about thinking up your own jeers for a change, huh؟نوشته شده توسط Zero Hour [ برای مشاهده لینک ، با نام کاربری خود وارد شوید یا ثبت نام کنید ]
So lame...
نوشته شده توسط pro_translator [ برای مشاهده لینک ، با نام کاربری خود وارد شوید یا ثبت نام کنید ]
Dont put ur blame on me
U R playing badly and crowd keep jeering on you
I give u a second chance
LOL
HUH
Finally, u decided to burn ur letters and erase the memory of ur blindness from other minds, so, I send u to eternity and put an end to these conversations
( Those who r blinded by quack titles, are condemned to be underdogs)
Forever
Last edited by Zero Hour; 26-11-2013 at 11:59.
True... If my memory serves me correctly, you said you don't live here anymore...نوشته شده توسط Zero Hour [ برای مشاهده لینک ، با نام کاربری خود وارد شوید یا ثبت نام کنید ]
Sad... You were one of the good ones...
Too bad you will never be missed...
Dudes
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On the well of longing
each night this longing seduces me to tears & songs...I don't know this feeling is the will for what desire, but the heavy burden of it makes me walk pensively...I hope to find my way to the blessed paths
نوشته شده توسط SCYTHE [ برای مشاهده لینک ، با نام کاربری خود وارد شوید یا ثبت نام کنید ]
The pensive look in your eyes
seeks a winding path, that is covered with a nap of yellow grass
Once, it was green
but, your pities
are a cold snap
Sell ur soul to return ur best nights
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نوشته شده توسط intellectual2009 [ برای مشاهده لینک ، با نام کاربری خود وارد شوید یا ثبت نام کنید ]
I'd like to write some words on you...but for that I must be in a right mood to make a rhyme of my words...Just know for now I am considerate of you! l
I have sold my soul to whom I remember not but he has come to refund it and it has stolen my tranquility...Since then I have been surfing on the restless waves for some moons for some reasons I know not
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On the way I see life
It has been for a couple of days I have been reading "Zorba, the Greek", and it has brought me very different and broad sensations, so variant from despair to enlightenment...I have always paused the normal journey of my life and asked myself if it's the version of life I am living and to me it's seemed my life has been far from perfect, that's obvious, but regarding my potential and circumstances, and when I try to think of it logically, which is what I do not like as an idealist dreamer, I cannot be too regretful or wasteful
For me life has a very simple meaning, having passion for adventure and being a little bit provident, and the challenge is to keep the balance between these two sometimes defiant needs...Oh life how badly you tore me apart, I sail on your waves to find solace or adventure, I am content with either...so, sail on without a rest, to maraud more from the sea
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On the suffering
In my life I have had the chance to know some people, I have known some people for a greater degree some less...But all have something in common, all have some wounds deep in the flesh of their souls that made them suffer, they cannot walk away from their suffering, they show their anguish
by laughing, crying but cannot escape it or accept it and eventually they find themselves in the claws of madness to find tranquility...this is the story of humanity, the cost of being vulnerable
I have thought what could save us and to me the answer is finding a soul-mate to repay your lacks...we as alone creatures are doomed to morbid sensations, we, alone, are incomplete
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