tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146688182011-04-21T19:57:41.236+02:00Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comBlogger831100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-89591883185431269992008-09-10T14:02:00.004+02:002008-09-10T14:11:37.401+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/SMe44dNg0uI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iM49gIHoqJs/s1600-h/hide_and_seek1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/SMe44dNg0uI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iM49gIHoqJs/s320/hide_and_seek1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244363571149722338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />追逐的游戏不好玩<br />从很久以前就不好<br />完了<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-8959188318543126999?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-19787747853138231212008-06-22T13:52:00.005+02:002008-06-22T15:44:34.481+02:00他的爱情凉凉散散地曝晒在艳阳下<br />他和他的爱情仿佛是两个个体<br />严格地说应该是两个互相抵抗的微生物<br />他对我说他厌倦了没有感情的双人床<br />对的<br />是个贪心的臭家伙<br />毫无意外的像个男人一样<br />我斜视他<br />悲悯地厌恶这被上帝塑造成人的生物<br />的同时<br />我想起家里的两老<br />妈妈昨天告诉我她近来太容易落泪<br />是更年期作祟<br />我理解的不一样<br />但也无所谓了<br />就像现在坐在我房间里那张破椅子上的子孙根一般<br />人有的时候是不靠脑袋思想的<br />哟不对<br />人大多时候都不是靠脑袋思想的<br />子孙根对我说他想吻我可以吗<br />像朋友一样地吻我<br />我大笑的同时用双手端起了离我最靠近的玻璃杯<br />吞了口冰冷清凉的白开水<br />然后微笑问他太太最近还好吧<br />他沮丧地垂下了头<br />像个阳痿的子孙根<br />唤我王八蛋<br />这婊子养的妄自菲薄并非他的错<br />都说了嘛<br />是造物主和脑袋不灵光的关系才会这样<br />我好想念去年夏日坐在这张椅子上的另一个臭男人<br />他的自信跋扈叫我咬牙切齿却无可自拔<br />我把子孙根踹出门的同时把椅子随手扔到了阳台上<br />然后盘腿跪坐在地上喝我的白开水<br />哀悼他的爱情<br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-1978774785313823121?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-71005377178590139412008-02-10T13:57:00.000+01:002008-02-10T14:28:43.069+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br />如果有一天我投胎成了人们脚下的鞋<br />我还会像现在那样不顾一切的奔跑吗？<br />如果有一天我的理智被包裹成礼物送上了坟山<br />我还会像现在那样奋力的爱吗？<br />如果有一天我的爱人不再迷恋我的裸体<br />我还会像现在那样呵护那面镜子吗？<br />如果有一天我的疯狂被判了死刑<br />我还会像现在那样写惊世骇俗的诗吗？<br />如果有一天我的眼睛看到了未来<br />我还会像现在那样投入的接吻吗？<br />如果有一天我的音乐被供上了殿堂<br />我还会像现在那样热烈的弹奏吗？<br />如果有一天我的监牢被纵了火<br />我还会像现在那样颠覆出格吗？<br />如果有一天我的小孩来到了世上<br />我还会像现在那样依恋我的自由吗？<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-7100537717859013941?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-60585876874841998712008-01-01T20:56:00.000+01:002008-12-13T05:20:49.794+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/R4pvrquHShI/AAAAAAAAACY/_JIf5Befqkg/s1600-h/45584164.GhentCastlecopy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/R4pvrquHShI/AAAAAAAAACY/_JIf5Befqkg/s320/45584164.GhentCastlecopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155055519471716882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">夜在哭</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span></span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">晚风荒芜</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">吹过沙尘一条路</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">灵在动</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span></span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">魂在追逐</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">有个女孩的脚步</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">空庆祝</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span></span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">一千年的摆渡</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">斑驳是时间的礼物</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">潺潺白布</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span></span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">缠住她的温度</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">梦里一幅缠绵的图</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"></span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">秋天懦弱地散落迷雾</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p><br /><span style=""></span></span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">风随落叶起舞</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span></span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">梦是她留下的魔术</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p><span style=""><br /></span></span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">沉迷越久越牢固</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p><br /></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p> </span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">爱情的梦</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span></span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">我的梦</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span></span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">很空洞</span><span style="" lang="ZH-CN"> </span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"></span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p><br /><span style=""></span></span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">一千个梦</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span></span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">一万个梦醒时捶心的痛</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style=""></span></span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">飞翔的梦</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span></span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">飞的梦</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span></span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">很放纵</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p><span style=""></span></span><br /><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">坠落的梦</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span></span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;">掉落进无渊的黑洞</span></p><br /><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">-羚-</p><br /><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal">PS：2007 卡秀创作。仅此纪念。<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-6058587687484199871?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-23451925577869401712007-12-15T22:10:00.000+01:002008-01-14T09:39:35.170+01:00昨夜我剖开我的心<br />捧着它我痛地着了迷<br />它的血滴了一地<br />他的手断然放开<br /><br />患了洁癖的爱情<br />圣洁得让我无法正视<br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-2345192557786940171?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-87948978166206094212007-11-11T21:27:00.000+01:002008-12-13T05:20:49.889+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/R4p67auHSiI/AAAAAAAAACg/STyVnMzY6Cs/s1600-h/wintercidaho.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/R4p67auHSiI/AAAAAAAAACg/STyVnMzY6Cs/s320/wintercidaho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155067884682562082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />她是一面湖<br />倒映的错觉试图迷惑<br />漩涡里的垃圾奋力滋扰<br />游戏的飞鸟划过自以为是的浪<br />落叶枯枝浑搅着肥沃的烂泥<br /><br /><br />她是一面湖<br />湖面的汹涌径自纷扰喧闹<br />湖底的安宁深不可测<br />孤绝的余阳微弱坚定<br />忠心守护这块没人到得了的地方<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-8794897816620609421?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-5047309029986368252007-09-13T07:15:00.000+02:002008-01-13T21:25:42.062+01:00是一个类似联合国会议的场面<br />骚骚嚷嚷的大头<br />在装饰华丽的菜市场讨价还价<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">什么？牛奶起价了？</span><br />尽责卖力地匪夷所思<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">我出身贫困，了解你们的艰难</span><br />笑容和蔼地深不可测<br />啤酒肚像残废的大脑<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">哪一个混帐抢了我的泊车位！</span><br />怒吼的危机感不容忽视<br /><br />开着奔驰扬长而去<br />紧随在后的乌烟<br />清廉地吹<br />嘘<br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-504730902998636825?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-48988890435112703092007-08-24T13:04:00.000+02:002008-12-13T05:20:50.117+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/Rs7GW6UR1OI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XcDNEzTqn3c/s1600-h/animals6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/Rs7GW6UR1OI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XcDNEzTqn3c/s320/animals6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102233524771083490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />我心里住着一头狮子<br />它勇敢果断<br />它威武服众<br />它响亮狂野<br /><br />我心里住着一只鹰<br />它自由敏锐<br />它高瞻远瞩<br />它锐利聪明<br /><br />我心里住着一头牛<br />它勤奋踏实<br />它不畏荆棘<br />它安守本分<br /><br />我心里住着一只猫<br />它自我自足<br />它我行我素<br />它喜腥厌纠<br /><br />我心里住着一只孔雀<br />它华丽多才<br />它婀娜多姿<br />它绚丽缤纷<br /><br />我心里住着一只人<br />它狂妄骄傲<br />它自私极端<br />它虚伪散漫<br /><br />它们轮流上演拿手好戏<br />它们互相排挤欺诈<br />它们又互相保护包容<br />当万籁俱寂灯火渐稀<br />它们疲累地睡着了<br />鼾声悄悄溜回上帝的耳朵...<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-4898889043511270309?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-41612321350321251862007-08-17T17:55:00.000+02:002007-08-17T18:05:08.341+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />我在万里无云的夜里仰望星空<br />幻想星光洒在身上的美丽<br /><br />突然想到<br />在很远很远很远很远的地方以外<br />它们或许只是一片沙尘<br /><br />于是我再次抬头<br />用好奇的眼神仰望<br />历史<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-4161232135032125186?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-66662851343821078642007-08-05T22:49:00.000+02:002008-12-13T05:20:50.292+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/RrZIUVfFhuI/AAAAAAAAACI/b_kPSwi4x2A/s1600-h/guitar01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/RrZIUVfFhuI/AAAAAAAAACI/b_kPSwi4x2A/s320/guitar01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095339542618408674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />我坐在火车上<br />隔着墨镜注视对面的男孩<br />他怀里抱着吉他<br />凌乱的头发像摇滚乐在躁动<br />我目不转睛的注视他<br />他目不转睛的注视窗外<br />微翘的嘴角像嬉皮的狂浪<br /><br />我是学工程的女孩<br />端正的带着墨镜扫描庞克的黑白<br />轰隆而过的火车<br />颠簸于夏天的轨道<br />我对面坐着一个男孩<br />我耳里摇摆着披头四<br /><br /><br /><br /> -羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-6666285134382107864?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-65814316990714676152007-07-18T22:57:00.000+02:002007-07-18T23:18:45.372+02:00我是没有颜色的彩虹<br />喜欢简单没有纷争的生活<br />我是没有绿叶的森林<br />心房里开的都是没有季节的花<br />我喜欢没有永远的相聚<br />相信世上没有不散的筵席<br />我想念所有我没有想念过的人<br />我要一个没有留白的回忆<br /><br />睡在没有花的草原上<br />发一场没有结尾的白日梦<br />仰望没有星星的星空<br />说服自己我没有发疯<br />写一首没有旋律的情歌<br />哼一种没有人懂的心情<br />周围都是没有表情的脸孔<br />是否大家都笑我没有他们所谓的单纯<br /><br /><br />-羚-<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">ps:那天偶然翻到这首我十三岁那年写的诗（？），有点感触。有点莞尔。</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-6581431699071467615?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-80599530734053598792007-07-18T22:11:00.000+02:002008-12-13T05:20:50.534+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/Rp59Vpsy3VI/AAAAAAAAACA/_-MVLdiSH1k/s1600-h/city2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/Rp59Vpsy3VI/AAAAAAAAACA/_-MVLdiSH1k/s320/city2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088642439899700562" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">寂寥的死胡同<br />被困的思念<br />彩绘出墙上褪色的剪影<br />柳树下的绿荫<br />飞舞的花香<br />彩蝶是陈年的旧梦<br />弯曲的老街<br />尔时的徒步<br />踩出轻狂的浪漫<br /><br />那一年的那个城市<br />两对踢踏的拖鞋<br />走啊走着走向离别<br />胡同还是死的<br />绿荫离不开柳树<br />老街幽幽地弯曲<br /><br />我的思念<br />我的旧梦<br />我的浪漫<br />该往何处留？<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-8059953073405359879?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-3432829919422996062007-07-09T12:35:00.000+02:002007-07-09T13:55:01.343+02:00<span style="font-style: italic;">你长大后要做什么？</span><br />我长大后要做一个好人！<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">好人有很多种呐</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">你要当那一种？</span><br />我要把所有坏人都抓起来！<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">可是坏人有枪</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">那你怎么办？</span><br />我也有枪！我可以打赢他们！<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">可是你杀人就不是好人了阿</span><br />我帮好人杀坏人<br />上帝会原谅我的！<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">如果上帝不让你杀人那怎么办？</span><br />那我叫别人帮我杀！<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">如果他们被坏人杀死了怎么办？</span><br />我叫我的朋友帮我报仇！<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">你的朋友都是好人吗?</span><br />对!只有好人可以和我做朋友!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">那不和你做朋友的人怎么办?</span><br />那么他们都是坏人!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">为什么?</span><br />因为我是好人!<br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-343282991942299606?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-32907656898068192872007-07-07T11:32:00.000+02:002007-07-09T12:21:26.680+02:00空气凉凉砌成桥<br />来回细细诉说古老的缠绵<br />影子勾划出两个人的寂寞<br />交会的躯体排列成诗<br />故事里灵光一闪<br />七百年前的殉情鸿毛而逝<br /><br />艳阳再次殒落<br />墓地开出野合<br />殷殷盼待下个七月七<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-3290765689806819287?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-50178565963385156902007-06-18T10:28:00.000+02:002008-12-13T05:20:50.951+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/RnZMRZRQgfI/AAAAAAAAABw/GU0sMoFdm-0/s1600-h/bed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077329491631571442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/RnZMRZRQgfI/AAAAAAAAABw/GU0sMoFdm-0/s320/bed.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />那年我十岁<br />放学后总会到婆婆家去<br />温习吃饭捣蛋<br />特别喜欢吃她常买的白兔糖<br />总觉得味道和别人家的不一样<br /><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">你再吃,小心以后长兔牙</span></em><br />婆婆常爱说<br />我嬉皮笑脸继续把糖往嘴里塞<br /><br />我十二岁那年<br />婆婆生了病<br />我第一次看到爸爸流泪<br />家里突然好像失去了重心<br />刚刚开始认识这世界的我<br />不明白上帝为何如此残忍<br />婆婆躺在她躺了五十年的床上<br />要我喂她吃白兔糖<br /><br /><br />婆婆走了十二年<br />我今年二十四岁<br />兔牙没长出来<br />婆婆应该会高兴的<br />和我一样属猪的她如果还在<br />今年应该八十有四了吧<br />她应该还会像从前一样<br />舞剑包粽子打太极吃白兔糖<br />房间里那张静静躺了五十年的床还在<br />我似乎还能闻到她身上淡淡的清香<br /><br />***<br /><br />阳光轻轻打散了阴霾<br />影子像兔子在房里乱窜<br />回忆填满了空间<br />墙上的照片里<br />婆婆的笑颜依旧<br />空了的床<br />却从此空着<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-5017856596338515690?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-42097784276896655452007-06-18T10:20:00.000+02:002007-06-18T10:25:35.038+02:00雨在风中<br />风在雨里<br />你的名字在我脑海摇曳<br />雨下不停风<br />风吹不断雨<br />雨静风停<br />仍挥不去 想念着你<br />看小雨摇曳<br />看不到你的身影<br />听微风低吟<br />听不到你的声音<br />眼睛不看<br />耳朵不听<br />你是我所有的回忆<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-4209778427689665545?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-31090103902427350492007-06-04T10:17:00.000+02:002008-12-13T05:20:51.153+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/RmPQfasai_I/AAAAAAAAABo/OGZ4OwK94cc/s1600-h/chopstick.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072126843509443570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/RmPQfasai_I/AAAAAAAAABo/OGZ4OwK94cc/s320/chopstick.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />白饭供上了西方的殿堂<br />搅混的菜肴和牛排<br />咀嚼着对方的营养<br />撕咬出来的<br />是锦上添花的甜点<br />还是喧宾夺主的刀叉?<br /><br /><br />以三从四德抵御开放自主<br />以谦卑忍让抗衡个人主义<br />是融合<br />还是迷失?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚- </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-3109010390242735049?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-41346313870849739662007-05-17T22:01:00.000+02:002007-05-17T22:34:21.097+02:00摘一朵花瓣<br />折成两行悬挂的意境<br />撒一海的星<br />拾起岸边零星的碎语<br />舞一晚的夜<br />跳成天边晕红的遐思<br />吹一圈的轻风<br />串成晶莹荡漾的调子<br /><br />摇一摇头<br />不小心跌散了十一行的<br />诗?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-4134631387084973966?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-45964234554514630932007-04-27T11:45:00.000+02:002008-12-13T05:20:51.280+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/RjHYVz2EFRI/AAAAAAAAABY/WWv_tYHzCmM/s1600-h/handcuffs.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058061725719598354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/RjHYVz2EFRI/AAAAAAAAABY/WWv_tYHzCmM/s320/handcuffs.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />四岁那年的蜡笔<br />是宇宙间所有疑问的解答<br />二十四岁的蜡笔<br />却疑问着宇宙间所有的解答<br /><br />精神抗争是自我催眠的道具<br />爸爸妈妈的叮嘱是临睡的圣经<br />今天的屁事 三十年后贻笑四方的挣扎<br />思想革命仿若随波逐流的救生圈<br />真心诚意地穿梭于虚伪的客套<br />干练老成地学习着云淡风轻<br />矛盾着矛盾的矛盾<br />二十几岁的烦恼是廉价的鸦片<br /><br /><br />自愿铐上世俗的手铐<br />奋力寻找那传说中的自由<br />触摸不到解脱的钥匙<br />影子渐渐模糊<br /><br /><br />我仓惶谨慎地紧握住手中那枝源自童年的粉红色的蜡笔<br />诚惶诚恐地开始<br />在这铺满怪兽吃人王恶魔七头蛇的画纸上<br />涂鸦<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-4596423455451463093?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-30052971573954874332007-04-27T11:25:00.000+02:002007-04-27T11:41:26.855+02:00<div align="center">变调的关怀<br />蹒跚在错乱的乐章<br />音符残废地奏着悲歌<br />奋力抵抗往下坠的诱惑<br />往上攀却渴望不到终点<br /><br />乱麻不经挥斩<br />迳自延伸<br />誓死捍卫的地盘<br />伤痕累累地<br />空洞着 </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br />-羚- </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-3005297157395487433?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-90778318966456455872007-04-05T20:15:00.000+02:002008-12-13T05:20:51.471+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/RhU818PY8yI/AAAAAAAAABQ/M4AOlmi3o_s/s1600-h/street+musician1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050009454567289634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/RhU818PY8yI/AAAAAAAAABQ/M4AOlmi3o_s/s320/street+musician1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />我刚来德国的时候<br />每次看到街头表演的音乐人都有一种莫名的亲切感<br />很自然地就会驻足逗留聆听<br />奈何身边总有朋友催促<br />我每次只好在匆匆给音乐家丢下硬币后就离开<br />朋友总是笑我太大方,慷慨得有点天真<br />我只笑笑不语<br />心里却是无比欢欣<br /><br />后来日子一长<br />我对碰见街头音乐人渐渐习以为常<br />虽然每次心里还是会欢喜<br />但却不再为其驻足停留<br />荷包里的硬币也懒得掏了<br /><br /><br />那天早上教授旷课没来<br />我不想回家于是跑到街上溜达<br />周三早晨的街道忙碌地沸腾<br />我不经心地漫步进了个陌生的小巷<br />迎耳而来的是熟悉的canon in D<br />那个四人小乐团专注的弹奏着<br />我的胸口好像被什么东西重重击了一下<br />瘫痪的脚步突然不想离开<br />在这个被路人遗漏了的巷子里<br />我再次驻足倾听<br /><br /><br />**<br /><br /><br />原来麻木的心还是会激动<br />原来淡忘的热忱没有死去<br />原来隐藏的暗流还是可以激起涟漪<br />原来平淡中的怦然心动是那么动人<br /><br />原来有一些快乐<br />是隐藏在某个转角处的秘密<br />不转弯<br />就找不到<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-9077831896645645587?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-41785324278703842812007-04-05T17:47:00.000+02:002008-12-13T05:20:51.829+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/RhUkAsPY8wI/AAAAAAAAABA/imHzwh6gpEk/s1600-h/balloon1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049982151460188930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/RhUkAsPY8wI/AAAAAAAAABA/imHzwh6gpEk/s320/balloon1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/RhUjO8PY8vI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GPjRpXmMflY/s1600-h/balloon1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>它用空气填满你的脑袋<br />你的器官<br />你的肉体<br />你的心灵<br />似乎可以飞<br />它蒙蔽你的自觉判断<br />喂食你的不安不忿以假面的抚慰<br />你贪婪地哺育自己脆弱的外壳<br />小心翼翼不让空气外泄<br /><br />轻飘飘的快乐<br />膨胀着鼓实的错觉<br />轻渺的实在感<br />不屑逗留于安分的地面<br />往上升<br /><span style="color:#000000;">....</span>往上升...<br /><br /><br /><br />啪!<br />破了<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-4178532427870384281?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-62529422917991015852007-03-08T02:51:00.000+01:002008-12-13T05:20:52.025+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/Re99YmicNjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-3x7edFrIfc/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039384369666209330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/Re99YmicNjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-3x7edFrIfc/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/Re98TWicNiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pNRlAKfntGM/s1600-h/1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div>它在门打开的时候跑了出去<br />晒太阳 溜达<br />十五年如一日<br />这次却再也回不来了 （回来？）<br /><em>那辆撞后逃的汽车 司机今晚如常入眠吗？</em><br /><br />睡梦中被妈叫醒<br />跑下楼看到它瘫在地上<br />两眼圆瞪 抽搐着<br />舌头微挂在嘴外 它似乎在微笑 （微笑？）<br /><em>那些在它身上飞舞的苍蝇 闻得到它的心跳吗？</em><br /><em></em><br />它放走了凡间束缚<br />在象征生命的晨光中咽下最后一口气<br />用来包裹它的黑色塑胶袋<br />是它在我们家带走的最后一份礼物 （礼物？）<br /><em>把十五年的忠心耿耿包进胶袋里 它会觉得自己是垃圾吗？</em><br /><br />爸赶去上班 妈赶去彩排<br />我像平常一样吃早餐<br />隔壁的狗朝我家门口张望了几下 继续跑它的晨跑<br />后巷的鸡又开始啼叫 尘世慢慢苏醒 （苏醒？）<br /><em>有一只狗离开人间 为什么世界没有哭泣？</em><br /><br />防虐协会的车来载走它的尸体<br />我一个人拖着沉甸甸的黑胶袋<br />它的身体隔着胶袋还有一丝温暖<br />三十块钱给了印度人 三小时后它将火化 （火化？）<br /><em>我在条子上签了名 它看得到我沉重的笔迹吗？</em><br /><br /><br />它将随风去<br />它将埋葬于尘土<br />它将会被想念<br />它将化为我笔下的诗篇<br /><br />死亡<br />它为什么那么轻？<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<br /><br /><br />笔记： Victor 三月八号早上被汽车撞死。 就在我上机回德前一天。 我一个人把它搬上RSPCA的车，印度人看着我掉泪竟然笑了。 十五年的人与狗的关系就这样结束。 缘已尽？</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-6252942291799101585?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-69569617299485976842007-03-02T12:08:00.000+01:002008-12-13T05:20:52.175+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/RegMDwH5CfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uY7674Rwwj8/s1600-h/jungle-cat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037289441811040754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uJJUEovun8/RegMDwH5CfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uY7674Rwwj8/s320/jungle-cat.jpg" border="0" /></a> 山上的早晨有生命的味道<br />生命的味道摇曳在树木的枝头<br />树木的枝头挥着晨风的轻拂<br />晨风的轻拂略过它的床<br />它的床上歇着昨晚的疲累<br />昨晚的疲累藏不住它锐利的目光<br />它锐利的目光炯亮的瞪着我<br /><em>滚回你的钢骨森林去！ </em><br /><em><br /></em><br /> -羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-6956961729948597684?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1172374622508064852007-02-25T04:06:00.000+01:002007-02-25T05:55:36.306+01:00<em>我这个新年过得不错</em>， 他说<br /><em>怎么不错？</em> 我眯眯笑地问<br /><em>不错就是了啦！</em> 他不耐烦地尝试避开我狡慧的目光<br /><br />四年里 第一次在家过年<br />四年前他还是个黄毛小子<br />听到炮竹声就迫不及待跑到街上去凑热闹<br />而今天当炮竹声响起<br /><em>吵死了</em><br />他皱眉<br /><br />短短的七天<br />间中我们还是会像从前一样怄气斗嘴<br />或许有些感情的方程式是不会改变的<br />不一样的是<br />我们不再找爸妈告状了<br /><br />从小到大<br />无论家里发生什么事<br />我们并肩依偎彼此<br />表面上看来好像是他依赖我<br />但回头想想<br />我何尝不也因为有了他<br />情感上的孤独彷徨有了依托？<br /><br />***<br /><br />临睡前我跟他道别<br />想想这一别 又是一年后才再见<br />心里有些戚戚然<br />不知道要怎么表达心里的不舍<br />我踮起脚尖拍了一下他刺刺的头发<br /><em>要乖哦！</em><br />他扑嗤的笑了出来<br />看了我一眼然后走出了房间<br />我在房门闭上的瞬间突然哭了<br /><br />留得住的<br />留不住的<br />始终无常<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-117237462250806485?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1170701671272857552007-02-05T19:30:00.000+01:002007-02-05T20:07:26.056+01:00小猴耍着把戏娱乐群众<br />奈何不小心抢了主人风头<br /><br />主人想下马威<br />把香蕉塞到自己屁眼里去<br />"你过来吃啊! 我没不让你吃, 是你自己不要吃!"<br /><br />鲜黄的香蕉在痴肥的臀上摇摆<br />主人得意的骄狂<br />群众哈哈在大笑<br /><br />小猴对小丑说<br />"看来你今天不用上班了"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*jeff ooi 和Rocky 两名博客被政府控告在自己的部落客上发表诋毁政府的文章. 闹剧持续上演. 新闻和言论自由像是沾了粪的香蕉, 有等于无.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-117070167127285755?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1170699600243515392007-02-05T18:32:00.000+01:002007-02-05T19:28:01.016+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/1335/1600/385155/hole.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/1335/320/354585/hole.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />想从裂缝中窥探到逃亡<br />想用冷风捕抓错过的温存<br />想找感情填补深埋的凹凸<br />想用麻醉痊愈伤痕<br />想把乌云化成细雨<br />想在偷来的时间里逮捕幸福<br /><br />想拥有的是什么?<br />想放弃的又是什么?<br /><br /><strong>不是所有惩罚都有价值</strong><br /><strong>不是所有缺口都能成为出口</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-117069960024351539?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1169821132021800252007-01-26T15:15:00.000+01:002007-01-26T15:20:29.220+01:00<div align="center"><br />平凡不是满足于现状<br />充实不是无端的忙碌<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚- </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-116982113202180025?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1168347235613319662007-01-10T13:46:00.000+01:002007-01-10T12:35:41.246+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/1335/1600/892361/statue.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/1335/320/920164/statue.jpg" border="0" /></a> 驰骋沙场<br />屠杀生灵<br />纵横天下<br />染着血的旗帜下<br />飘扬着革命的沉重</div><div align="center"><br />历史的定位?<br /><em>"我们为他造一座铜像吧"</em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />高扬竖立着历史的背负<br />马背上的英勇<br />在钢骨水泥里找到了安息地<br />盘旋头上的乌鸦<br />歇着黑色的点缀<br />呀呀叫着历史的污点 </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />被铜像造就的历史<br />造就着下一座铜像<br />革命的音乐<br />继续飘扬<br />铜像上的乌鸦<br />继续叫嚣 </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-116834723561331966?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1168428838307155472007-01-10T09:34:00.000+01:002007-01-10T12:33:58.366+01:00窗外的猫在叫春<br />我住在半空中<br />屋顶遮住了风<br />墙上的时钟不能动<br />开了灯 好做梦<br /><br />带着罪恶感的快乐<br />烦恼是自供自给的<br />是任性的奢侈品<br />自捆在自设的迷宫里<br />寻觅自欺欺人的解脱<br /><br />**<br /><br />窗外的猫在叫春<br />我住在半空中<br />屋顶遮住了风<br />墙上的时钟不能动<br />熄了灯 熄了梦?<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-116842883830715547?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1167789931506399462007-01-03T02:53:00.000+01:002007-01-03T03:05:31.530+01:00有些矛盾<br />在坚持与随性中来回敲击<br />动摇的<br />不只是信念<br /><br />是我迷惑了别人<br />还是别人迷惑了我?<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-116778993150639946?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1167398319260304382006-12-29T14:11:00.000+01:002006-12-29T14:24:58.576+01:00<div align="center">靠得越近<br />越感受到那无可弥补的距离<br />痛<br />在嫣红的笑容里隐藏着<br />隐隐的<br />偷偷的<br />痛 </div><p align="center"><br /><br />-羚- </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-116739831926030438?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1164712166112255762006-12-14T16:32:00.000+01:002006-12-14T15:11:57.653+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/1335/1600/pencilkeyboard.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/1335/320/pencilkeyboard.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />出国以前我写东西一直都是用铅笔<br />白纸黑字 一幕了然<br />将纷乱的思绪一笔一划堆砌成词<br />因为总是找不到橡皮交<br />所以写每个字之前都特别用心思量<br />喜欢在思考的时候咬着铅笔头<br />把头搁在手上侧头冥想<br /><br />出国以后我开始用键盘写东西<br />白纸换了白荧幕<br />黑字依然是黑字<br />要删除字眼只需按一下键盘<br />因为不用再怕找不到橡皮交<br />我在写了又删的快频率里渐渐忘了用心度量<br />但还是习惯在斟酌的当儿会想咬东西<br />却突然察觉铅笔已被键盘取代<br />我咬了咬下唇<br />怅然若失<br /><br /><br /><br />我们在时代的巨轮下盲目的进步<br />有一些进化似乎很快让人适应<br />但偶尔一闪而过的从前<br />还是叫人唏嘘怀念<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-116471216611225576?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1164654115762330352006-12-14T15:37:00.000+01:002006-12-14T15:07:58.463+01:00浮夸的名誉<br />好比包着糖果纸的白粉<br />上了瘾就戒不掉<br />良知壮志都掉入黑洞<br />没有光的白茫茫<br />那是比黑还可怕的惨白<br /><br />迷路的人找不到路<br />迷途的人自甘迷路<br /><br />为了什么?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-116465411576233035?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1166103922438139632006-12-14T14:42:00.000+01:002006-12-14T15:04:23.776+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/1335/1600/191608/snow_heart.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/1335/320/115947/snow_heart.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />习惯了在缺陷中寻找美丽<br />有些事情太完美<br />反而叫我不知所措<br />想安心尽情地沉醉在当下的浪漫<br />但雪会溶 心会变<br />所以胆怯地<br />我不敢太放纵<br />小心翼翼将回忆埋好<br />有些事情太完美<br />只适合逗留在记忆里<br /><br />雪会溶<br />但心里暖暖的河流<br />延续在流 </div><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><span style="color:#000000;">。</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">－羚－ </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-116610392243813963?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1164648233399780812006-12-03T21:20:00.000+01:002006-12-03T21:15:23.906+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/1335/1600/899229/dead%20leaves.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/1335/320/20877/dead%20leaves.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/1335/1600/162698/dead%20leaves.jpg"></a><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">魔鬼在十字架上嘲笑<br />低头虔诚祷告的信徒<br />单方向的崇仰<br />不公平似乎天经地义<br /><br />用孤独的月光点了根香<br />独自哀悼枯萎的信仰<br />残风兮兮<br />吹逝的落叶<br />其实本已不属于大树<br /><br /><br />不舍又如何<br />如何能不舍? </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-116464823339978081?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1164652486388599572006-12-03T20:15:00.000+01:002006-12-03T21:47:25.923+01:00喷嚏打在镜上<br />挂在玻璃上的鼻涕<br />闪烁倒映着泪光<br />电话接不通<br />失落地靠在冰凉的枕上<br />想象他的臂弯<br />冻的是身体<br />冷的是心<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-116465248638859957?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1164656623206704472006-11-27T20:16:00.000+01:002006-11-28T17:23:15.463+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/1335/1600/525265/laughingbaby.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1210/1335/320/824640/laughingbaby.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"></p><p align="center">是这美丽的弧线<br />让两条原本平行的直线<br />有了交差点 </p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#000000;">. </span><br /></span>:)</p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p align="center">-羚-</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-116465662320670447?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1163615222490144022006-11-15T19:07:00.000+01:002007-03-03T04:08:03.184+01:00在你所设下的框框里挣扎<br />再怎么用力也破不了茧<br /><br />在你范围外往禁区探索<br />再怎么勇敢也被你唾弃<br /><br />被你认可的坚持<br />叫执著<br /><br />没有共鸣的坚持<br />叫固执<br /><br /><br />真他妈的虚伪!<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-116361522249014402?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1163613209912261982006-11-15T18:39:00.000+01:002006-11-15T19:05:32.566+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/1335/1600/smoke.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/1335/320/smoke.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />他的手指轻轻擦过我肩<br />我转过头微微笑了一下<br />他若无其事继续抽烟<br />我在雾中慌张整理散落一地的心慌<br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-116361320991226198?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1163611866024477752006-11-15T18:19:00.000+01:002007-03-02T13:54:27.971+01:00血<br />奔流于稠密的网<br />澎湃的唱着<br />冬眠了好久的细胞<br />贪婪吸收着瞬变的音符<br />久旱逢甘露<br />沉睡的种子<br />苏醒于2006微凉的秋天<br /><br /><br />-羚-<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*纪念2006karlsruhe卡秀. 草稿于 4/11/06</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-116361186602447775?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1160062943000468472006-10-05T17:15:00.000+02:002006-10-05T21:01:32.883+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/1335/1600/1.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/1335/320/1.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />把勇气挂在独木桥上<br />垂下的影子拉长了天空<br /><br />连接着两个世界<br />是否走过去就是杏花村?<br /><br />如果我和那亮光之间<br />只隔了一条桥<br /><br />用摇摇欲坠的一段路<br />换一个未知的梦<br /><br />我会走下去吗？<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-116006294300046847?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1156416619644023732006-08-24T12:23:00.000+02:002006-08-24T12:50:19.666+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/1335/1600/keys.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/1335/320/keys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">流走在黑与白之间<br />手指在跳舞<br />琴键跳跃于音符<br />音符迷失于琴键<br />宣泄被捆绑的叛逆<br /><br />困在罐子里的豆芽找不到她的五线谱<br />奏不出乐曲<br />走不出幻雾<br />做最后的挣扎<br />然后安息<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-115641661964402373?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1155123061320483912006-08-09T11:59:00.000+02:002006-08-09T13:31:01.420+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/1335/1600/redlightgirl.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/1335/320/redlightgirl.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />她静静地站在窗后<br />嘴角的不屑轻佻的嘲讽着窗外的我们<br />身后的床载满她职业的成果<br />她挑逗的玩弄着手中的保险套<br />艳丽的浓妆装饰着灵魂的倦怠<br />她努力的搔首弄姿<br />路人努力的指点评论<br />修长的双腿 高耸的双乳<br />晃来荡去炫耀着他们天生的本能<br />有客到<br />她拉下了窗帘<br />干活去<br /><br />翻云覆雨后他礼貌的道谢<br />她收起他的钱开门送客<br />璀璨的霓虹灯下<br />她麻木的双眼掠过一丝虚拟空虚<br />轻轻吐了一口烟<br />在雾中掩饰自己的疲惫<br />转身再度面对世界<br />戴上的笑容<br />依旧妩媚<br />依旧撩人<br /><br /><br /><br />她继续嘲弄窗外的我们<br />我们继续想象她的故事<br />窗里窗外<br />是谁审判谁？<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-115512306132048391?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1155117247078655942006-08-09T11:36:00.000+02:002006-08-09T11:54:57.470+02:00是时候放下那身傲骨了吧<br />再怎么大女人也好<br />幸福敲上了门<br />好歹也得应酬一下嘛<br /><br />爱你的人和你爱的人<br />两全难其美<br />你是天秤座的<br />衡量轻重应是你的专长不是吗？<br /><br />世事本无测<br />快乐最重要<br />若认为值得<br />就该去争取<br /><br />记得啊<br />要幸福哦！<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-115511724707865594?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1155116021950821092006-08-09T10:57:00.000+02:002006-08-09T11:33:42.850+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/1335/1600/trap.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/1335/320/trap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />思念的书签<br />夹在窗滴下<br />雨飘了下来<br />像合翅的鸽<br />慢慢随风降<br />黑张牙舞爪<br />凌厉咬噬着<br />眼皮下的白<br /><br />理智漫步跌落<br />沦亡的意念<br />禁锢在十五的月光<br />雨又悄然飘下<br />深流进大地<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-115511602195082109?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1154971018887737742006-08-07T18:38:00.000+02:002006-08-07T19:16:58.986+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/1335/1600/lonely%20flower.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/1335/320/lonely%20flower.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />总觉得自己不属于这个地方<br />冷眼看别人过生活<br />像看电影<br />散了场想拍手离开<br />却身不由己得留下<br /><br />压抑着自己想飞的渴望<br />伸出的翅膀被现实重重上了铐<br />肩负的使命感<br />操纵着我呼吸的韵律<br /><br />被操练出来的勇敢<br />严密提防着脆弱<br />光鲜亮丽的背后<br />有苦自己知<br /><br />玫瑰本不属于沙漠<br />密密望雨来<br />终归是唏嘘<br />凋零了自己<br />滋养了些什么?<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-115497101888773774?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1153347909643649302006-07-19T23:36:00.000+02:002006-07-20T00:33:40.213+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/1335/1600/Holding_Hands.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/1335/320/Holding_Hands.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />那天听说你要结婚<br />心里扎扎实实的抽了一下<br />八年了<br />真的过了八年吗？<br /><br />***<br /><br />对彼此的感觉<br />我们从来没曾明白说过<br />但眉目间的默契<br />慑人而真实<br />试探着对方<br />暧昧的距离<br />朦胧的美<br /><br />创作坊里的点点滴滴<br />记载着我年轻的疯狂<br />呵 应该就是年轻吧<br />你总觉得我是该被呵护的妹妹<br />记得你曾告诉我<br />我眉宇间有股傲气<br />以后一定会是高飞的鹰<br />接着就随性的哼起来<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">飞哦飞</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br />飞进我心扉</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">猪长翅膀嘿嘿嘿</span><br /><br />从此我变成了你口中那只会飞的猪<br />肖猪的我倒也没曾介意过<br /><br />对有才华的男生没什么抵抗力的我<br />在认识你一个礼拜后<br />在记事本里写了这么一段<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">眷恋的季节总在雨后</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br />让心情锁住思念</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br />将你的一颦一笑收藏</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br />留在夜里温习你的轮廓</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /></span><br />后来你有了女朋友<br />同是创作坊里的人<br />朋友说她长得有点像我<br />应该只是安慰的话语<br />但心痛的我<br />失去了保护自己的本能<br />选择相信美丽的谎言<br /><br /><br />八年了<br />封尘了的回忆<br />在听朋友说你要结婚的那天突然变得清晰<br />我想我怀念的<br />应该不是你我之间的故事<br />而是那段有梦有朋友有你<br />自由放纵轻狂的岁月<br /><br /><br />***<br /><br />那天听说你要结婚<br />心理扎扎实实的抽了一下<br />八年了<br />是真的过了八年<br /><br /><br />祝福你<br />真的<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-115334790964364930?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1152718444271816542006-07-12T17:09:00.000+02:002006-07-12T17:38:56.070+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/1335/1600/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1210/1335/320/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />小时候很喜欢吃白面包配牛油<br />家里却老是只有全麦面包<br />又干又硬又难啃<br />老爸说对消化好<br />我管他的<br />自个儿生闷气<br />总觉得自己很委屈<br /><br />偶尔面包店里的全麦面包卖完了<br />爸只好买白面包<br />乐坏了的<br />当然就是我和弟弟了<br />隔天吃早餐时特别起劲<br />白面包加牛油<br />吃进肚子里的是满腔的快活<br /><br />曾几何时<br />我不再有爸爸买面包给我吃<br />一个人在外<br />想吃什么<br />就吃什么<br /><br />我的早餐变得越来越丰富<br />面包不再只配牛油<br />要加蛋加salami加午餐肉加香肠<br />面包越叠越高<br />填饱的心却越来越难以满足<br /><br />嚼着满口的面包派对<br />再难以分辨自己吃的是什么<br />喜欢的是蛋还是香肠还是午餐肉<br />似乎也不清楚了<br /><br />突然怀念起小时候的白面包加牛油<br />简单的快乐<br />单纯的满足<br />蕴含其中的味道<br />也许再也回不来了<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-115271844427181654?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1152379960909714632006-07-08T19:12:00.000+02:002006-07-08T19:32:40.916+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">卡在心口的话语<br />别扭的逗弄着舌头<br />恍惚的精神<br />溜达在窗外<br />阳光奢侈的照耀<br />金丝洒满一地<br /><br />夏天不是读书天<br />找个人来爱吧<br />甜蜜的牵绊<br />两双手<br />一个圈<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-115237996090971463?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1147375819816526742006-05-11T21:14:00.000+02:002006-05-11T21:48:03.246+02:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">淡淡的<br />我们对彼此笑了笑<br />就当作是问好<br /><br />曾经牵过的手<br />余温还在心里徘徊<br />曾经吻过的唇<br />封锁了过去<br /><br />时间走过<br />却忘了带走回忆<br />心中感慨的<br />是事过境迁的平静<br /><br />那虚伪的平静<br />那冷冷的平静<br />那轻佻的平静<br />那刺耳的平静<br /><br />摒弃了客套<br />放弃了过去<br />拨开纠缠不清的神经<br />踯躅在热情冷却后<br />亲近又遥远的记忆里<br />我们成了最熟悉的陌生人<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-114737581981652674?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1147036041831148202006-05-07T22:52:00.000+02:002006-05-07T23:07:21.853+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">自由是展窗<br />望出去的风景<br />盈盈 亮丽 美好<br /><br />当身置于风景中了<br />回头望进窗的另一边<br />想念的<br />却是那四面墙里的温暖<br /><br />被囚禁的自由哪<br />被自由囚禁了<br /><br /><br />关上的窗<br />却永远不会再开<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<br /><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-114703604183114820?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1146833819063306672006-05-05T14:53:00.000+02:002006-05-05T14:56:59.063+02:00很想哭<br />很想放声去哭<br />很想用力放声去哭<br /><br />被眼泪洗过的眼睛<br />看得更清楚<br />他们说<br /><br />任性的我<br />却只懂把鼻涕狠狠往他身上擦<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-114683381906330667?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1146833479172287872006-05-05T14:41:00.000+02:002006-05-07T22:50:46.440+02:00<div align="center">脚下的石头烤热<br />我通往罗马的热忱<br />艳阳刺眼<br />被打散的目光<br />流浪在十字路口 </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">背后是历史<br />左边是未知数<br />右边又太拥挤<br />前方有点模糊<br /></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br />流离于浩瀚红尘<br />疲倦的跑<br />想逃<br />但该逃往何处？ </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-114683347917228787?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1146116622447197372006-04-27T07:40:00.000+02:002006-04-27T07:46:13.553+02:00<div align="center">柳暗花明处</div><div align="center">幸福就在最不起眼的地方落脚</div><div align="center">沿途瓣落</div><div align="center">拾起的是重生的喜悦</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-114611662244719737?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1143697758268291672006-03-30T07:40:00.000+02:002006-03-30T07:49:18.283+02:00<div align="center">白天的天空黑了<br />地球好像死了<br />空洞洞的<br />有人狂啸着<br />有人踩在尸首上冷笑着<br />哈哈 我是胜利者<br /><br />在这救兵的坦克车<br />把地球夷平了<br />嘴里唱着和平之歌<br />手里的机关枪四处扫射<br />子弹贪婪的啃着<br />无助的身躯<br />倒下了 倒下了<br />一个 二个 三个 。。。<br /><br />世界变样了<br />敌人都死了<br />哗 可喜可贺<br />有人面不改色<br />哼 小儿科<br /><br /><br />远处残缺的火燃烧着<br />有人在血海中深深睡着了<br />有人拖着残躯冷笑着<br />哈 和平之歌<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-114369775826829167?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1134142980707529832005-12-09T16:29:00.000+01:002005-12-09T16:47:25.733+01:00这是一个奴隶的世界<br />由出生开始戴上手铐<br />金钱 名利 地位 成就 胜利<br />是抛不开，也挣不脱的枷锁<br /><br />自由是乌托邦<br />是这场游戏的面具<br />但谁会甘于当个生命的玩偶哪<br />于是我们慰籍自己<br />用金钱 名利 地位 成就 胜利<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-113414298070752983?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1132679554732527192005-11-22T17:51:00.000+01:002005-11-22T18:21:42.513+01:00有时候我想<br />忙碌扰攘的生活<br />为错过的昨天弥补<br />为未知的明天奔波<br />是否就是人类的宿命了？<br /><br />生活的方程式<br />是谁规定了的哪？<br />是上帝吗？<br />是命运吗？<br />是罪吗？<br />是祸吗？<br />抑或者只是本能？<br /><br /><br />勇敢跳出框框的人<br />也是背负着最多争议批判的人<br />负荷得了的<br />名流千史<br />被压垮的<br />只好继续漂流于芸芸众生<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">我们快乐的痛苦着<br />并痛苦的快乐着<br />矛盾又绝对的<br />存在着<br /></span><br /><br /><em>你呼吸着<br />但你活着吗？ </em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-113267955473252719?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1132677973883231472005-11-21T17:17:00.000+01:002005-11-22T17:50:11.590+01:00<div align="center"><br />宛如掉在睫毛上的雪<br />眨眼间蒸发<br /><br />伸开双手尝试抓住些什么<br />遥移飘落的雪花<br />触手而溶<br /><br />失落的双手<br />慢慢放下<br /><br /><br />-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-113267797388323147?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1131392312968559262005-11-07T20:21:00.000+01:002006-05-07T23:10:46.950+02:00<div align="center">在瀑布下起舞<br />在火山里接吻<br />在半空中唱歌<br />在太平洋底拥抱<br />在星空下呐喊<br />在北极涂鸦<br />在沙哈拉赛跑<br />在长城落泪<br />在维也纳弹琴<br />在威尼斯谈情<br /><br /><br />在没有人打扰的深夜狂想<br />编成曲子<br />储进记忆的扑满<br />点缀未来的路<br /><br /><br />-羚-<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-113139231296855926?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1131390905578817472005-11-06T20:11:00.000+01:002005-11-07T20:17:20.726+01:00<div align="center">懒洋洋的<br />星期天下午<br />趴在沙发脚<br />像只猫<br />对他撒娇<br /><br /><br />喵<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-113139090557881747?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1130423937234440852005-10-27T16:20:00.000+02:002005-10-27T16:44:06.806+02:00<div align="center"><br />挥着反恐旗帜侵犯伊拉克<br />布什总统<br />清了清喉咙<br />堵住了全世界的嘴巴<br />狐狸尾巴夹在跨下 振振有词：<br />维护美国的尊严！<br /><br />性爱录影带流传网络<br />巴黎小姐<br />拨了拨金发<br />挥掉排山倒海而来的批判<br />噘起艳红小嘴 任性嚷着 ：<br />呸 我有我的尊严！<br /><br />饥荒肆虐非洲<br />骨瘦如材的小孩<br />睁大凋零的双眼<br />启发普罗大众悲悯之心<br />龟裂的嘴唇颤抖着 微弱而有力 ：<br />我也有我的尊严！<br /><br /><br />哈 可耻的尊严哪<br /><span style="color:#000000;">。。</span>可笑的尊严哪<br /><span style="color:#000000;">。。。</span>可悲的尊严哪！<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-113042393723444085?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1129735804462825992005-10-19T17:25:00.000+02:002005-10-19T17:33:45.266+02:00<div align="center">彩虹不是黑白的<br />眼瞳不是彩色的<br />黑白的眼瞳<br />却瞧见了彩色的彩虹<br /><br />梦想不是实在的<br />现实不是虚幻的<br />实在的现实<br />却倒映着虚幻的梦想<br /><br />我不是假的<br />影子不是真的<br />假的影子<br />却属于真实的我 </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br />-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112973580446282599?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1129210095673827522005-10-13T15:07:00.000+02:002005-10-13T15:33:42.863+02:00<div align="center">午风翩翩<br />煽动蠢蠢欲动的灵感<br />手指在键盘上游走<br />有了生命<br />闭目冥想<br />椰树沙滩日落海浪<br />文字排队出征<br />井然有序摧残着自制<br />眼睫毛拍打着散漫的思绪<br />目光擅自溜掉了<br />溜掉了</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">。。。</span>掉了。。。</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">。</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">。</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112921009567382752?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1128969901004012122005-10-10T20:37:00.000+02:002005-10-10T20:52:12.770+02:00<div align="center">在我工作时<br />有规律的扰乱我的注意力<br />在我走路时<br />不经意的打乱我的步伐<br />在我发呆时<br />轻轻抽起我的嘴角<br />在我入睡时<br />悄悄钻进我的梦乡 </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />我在脑中反复播映着<br />他嘴巴上扬时那优美的弧线 </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />我惆怅而快乐地<br />呼吸着<br />那残留在枕上<br />他的味道</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112896990100401212?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1127760434802163972005-09-26T20:47:00.000+02:002006-10-13T17:23:10.680+02:00经历了一些离合<br />走过了一些路<br />遗落了一些片段<br />拾回了一些感动<br />体会了一些情感<br />看透了一些事情<br /><br />再次探索自己内心深处<br />发现有些东西不一样了<br />曾经以为适合自己的<br />在投入之后惊觉根本不是那回事<br />五官六觉蒙蔽了心灵最原始的需求<br />感触于心境的变迁吗<br />也许吧<br />但谁说过成长的路将是平坦无阻的呢<br />理清了纷乱的情绪<br />重新认知了方向<br />迈开的脚步<br />终于不再凌乱<br /><br />轰烈过 激情过 愤怒过 嫉妒过 受伤过 后悔过<br />抽离不真实的五光十色纷乱杂扰<br />终于发现 平静安稳的细水长流<br />才是我想要的<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">。。。。。。</span>-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112776043480216397?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1127754242341932702005-09-25T18:58:00.000+02:002005-09-26T19:12:45.353+02:00<div align="center">安稳的躺在他的胸膛<br />让他的手臂紧紧圈住她的身体<br />她的心<br />两个人的体温<br />传递交换<br />在秋天的夜里温暖着彼此<br />听着他的心跳<br />有规律的敲击她的耳鼓<br />那是天下最动听的催眠曲<br />她在他的臂弯里找到了<br />失落已久的归属感<br /><br />她侧着头把玩着发梢<br />俏皮的朝他眨了眨眼<br />“你害怕吗？”<br />他一把将她抱起<br />不给她喘息的机会<br />“你说呢？”<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112775424234193270?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1127492807337573252005-09-23T16:59:00.000+02:002005-09-23T18:33:41.496+02:00在回程的火车上<br />望着窗外飞驰而过的风景<br />往事一幕幕在脑中掠过<br />回忆翻箱倒柜<br />缅怀着过去<br />不小心让思念倾池了一地<br />淹没了我<br /><br />在火车穿过隧道的同时<br />心情豁然开朗<br />似乎想通了些什么<br /><br />做了一个<span style="color:#000000;">。。。 </span>决定<br />决定<span style="color:#000000;">。。。</span>义无反顾<br />义无反顾的<span style="color:#000000;">。。。</span>争取<br />争取本应<span style="color:#000000;">。。。</span>属于我的<br />属于我的<span style="color:#000000;">。。。</span>幸福<br />幸福<span style="color:#000000;">。。。</span>停驻在心的终站<br />心的终站<span style="color:#000000;">。。。</span>两个人的<br />圆<br /><span style="color:#000000;">。。</span>满<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">。。。。。。。</span>-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112749280733757325?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1126036656079327752005-09-06T21:34:00.000+02:002005-09-06T21:59:05.800+02:00<em>游离的双眼</em><br /><em>贪婪的吸收着细微的变化</em><br /><em>在不该窥探的空间里</em><br /><em>放肆</em><br /><em></em><br /><br />安德拉金发碧眼 啤酒肚浑圆伟大<br />托斯顿说话总爱托眼镜<br />史蒂凡有两颗很可爱的兔牙<br />马斯声如洪钟 很喜欢大笑<br />丹尼尔有点腼腆 不大爱正眼视人<br />麦克尔长得像 The Hulk 却细心如 Mary Poppins<br />马丁是烟客 所以常嚼香口胶<br /><br /><br />他们乱中有序的忙碌着<br />时间在我眨眼间突然定格<br />我在灵魂就要出窍的刹那间<br />惊醒<br /><br />拍拍双颊<br />伸伸双腿<br />松松筋骨<br /><br />继续埋首。。。<br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112603665607932775?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1125728595117378612005-09-04T08:10:00.000+02:002005-09-03T08:29:12.366+02:00像蚂蚁 <span style="color:#000000;">。。。</span> 啃噬我的神经<br />像清风 <span style="color:#000000;">。。。</span> 拨弄我的思绪<br />像乌云 <span style="color:#000000;">。。。</span> 覆盖着我<br />像偏头痛 <span style="color:#000000;">。。</span>敲击我的脑袋<br />像橡皮胶 <span style="color:#000000;">。。</span>紧揪我的心<br />像遥控器<span style="color:#000000;"> 。。</span>主导我的喜怒哀乐<br />像苍蝇 <span style="color:#000000;">。。。</span> 挥之不去<br />像顽童 <span style="color:#000000;">。。。</span> 霸道盘踞我心房<br /><br /><br />忽而轻<br />忽而重<br />寄居我体内<br />叫我无能为力的<br /><br />思乡症<br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112572859511737861?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1125727760185027052005-09-03T08:06:00.000+02:002005-09-03T08:09:20.186+02:00<div align="center"><br />心里想着一个人</div><br /><div align="center"><br />踏实地</div><div align="center"> 想念着。。。</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br />-羚- </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112572776018502705?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1125727512157788712005-09-02T07:56:00.000+02:002005-09-03T08:05:12.156+02:00偌大的房间<br />排成四行四方形的桌椅<br />大家却都没坐下<br />靠着窗口伫立<br />双手交叉胸前<br />严警的防备着<br />似乎都害怕着眼神的交集<br /><br />我这唯一的黄皮黑发女生<br />实在忍不住了<br />便拉了张椅子<br />大刺刺的坐了下来<br />从书包掏出了小簿子<br />就开始写<br /><br />气氛似乎就松弛了些<br />开始有了一些人声<br /><br />但没人和我打交道<br />早已习惯了当独行侠<br />我 <br />对他们来说<br />毕竟还是陌生的<br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112572751215778871?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1125726631997366012005-08-28T07:23:00.000+02:002005-09-03T07:53:32.006+02:00他咧齿而笑<br />“你唱歌的声音蛮清脆的嘛。”<br /><br />左手执教鞭<br />右手执笔写诗<br />纵横文坛杏坛<br />字字句句<br />掷地有声<br /><br />背心短裤下<br />是一副仙风傲骨<br />奔驰的快马<br />蓄势待发<br /><br />劳碌奔波了数十年<br />鱼尾纹是岁月的痕迹<br />烙印在我脑海里的<br />却是眯着眼对我咧齿而笑的爸爸<br />“你唱歌的声音蛮清脆的嘛。。。”<br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112572663199736601?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1125724736828980102005-08-20T07:02:00.000+02:002005-09-03T07:18:56.833+02:00<div align="center"><br />阳光洒在庭院的午后<br />麻雀顽皮追逐小狗的尾巴</div><br /><div align="center">左边的恩涛<br />努力地打着瞌睡</div><div align="center"><br />右边的阿妈<br />唠叨着上涨的油价</div><br /><div align="center">楼上传来<br />爸的打字机声</div><br /><div align="center">风扇嗡嗡作响<br />轻风绕过了整个家<br />化为微笑<br />跌落在我唇边</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br />-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112572473682898010?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1125723659047373802005-08-16T06:49:00.000+02:002005-09-03T07:00:59.053+02:00<div align="center">受了伤的心<br />从此害怕付出</div><br /><div align="center">受过伤才会成长哪<br />他们说</div><br /><div align="center">丢失了的<br />那颗充满爱的心</div><br /><div align="center"><br />还认得回家的路吗？</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br />-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112572365904737380?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1125694865534889282005-08-01T22:57:00.000+02:002005-09-02T23:09:28.206+02:00是寂寞吧<br />我反复看同一部电影<br />听同一首歌<br />我上网写日记<br />我在浴室里唱歌<br />我跑步 要自己流汗<br />我做一些平常不会做的事<br /><br />是害怕寂寞吧<br />我惊醒在夜里<br />发现眼角湿了一片<br />白天被压抑的情感<br />都在夜里随眼泪<br />宣泄了吧<br /><br />是因为寂寞吧<br />我让自己习惯坚强<br />坚强的勇敢着<br />因害怕被看穿<br />坚硬开朗的外壳下<br />藏着一个脆弱敏感的灵魂<br />它有时候<br />也会希望有人呵护疼惜它<br /><br /><br />呵<br />应该就是寂寞罢了吧<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112569486553488928?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1122466744140921392005-07-27T14:16:00.000+02:002005-07-27T21:36:19.663+02:00<div align="left"><br />贩卖我便宜的寂寞<br /><br />没<br /><span style="color:#000000;">....</span>人<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.........</span>要<br /><span style="color:#000000;">..............</span>买</div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">。。。。。</span>-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112246674414092139?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1122367339558827572005-07-26T10:28:00.000+02:002005-07-26T10:49:18.883+02:00<div align="center">以为自己可以若无其事<br />潇洒面对<br />无意中听到了孙燕姿的了解<br />心中某一根铉被轻轻触动了<br />鼻头一酸<br />终于还是掉泪了 </div><div align="center">。。。</div><div align="center"><br /><br />因为太了解所以很伤心<br />没有你只好听着风的呼吸<br />却有种叫做时间的东西<br />说没问题<br />最后我们会痊愈<br /><br />因为太了解我无法坚定<br />这一次会要掉眼泪的决定<br />有些遗憾只能一个人听<br />很对不起<br />我还是珍惜 </div><div align="center"><br /><br />作废的曾经<br />留在离开你那天<br />挥不去。。。</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112236733955882757?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1122026673633318582005-07-22T11:18:00.000+02:002005-07-22T12:09:08.283+02:00<div align="center"><br />他不能给的<br />我却想要<br /><br />他愿意付出的<br />我却不希罕<br /><br />过了期的安全感<br />好比枝叶上的露水<br />摇摇欲坠 </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />不要也罢</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /> </div><div align="center">-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112202667363331858?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1122022615759074192005-07-22T10:54:00.000+02:002005-07-22T12:12:42.126+02:00<div align="center">当陌生的脸孔围绕<br />当恐惧侵蚀<br />当双脚踩空<br />我伸出的双手会有人抓住吗？<br />抓住了<br />会再度放开吗？ </div><br /><div align="center">有时候我们之所以会扑空<br />不是因为无知<br />而是太沉迷于低头赶路<br />太专注于数着脚边的砂石草木<br />本应用来远瞩眺望的双眸<br />却被繁纹杂褥给模糊了<br />待想悬崖勒马<br />却已万劫不复</div><br /><br /><div align="center">迈开脚步<br />挺胸上路<br />想舍弃回头依恋的目光<br />却是那么的难<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112202261575907419?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1121898558099090052005-07-22T00:21:00.000+02:002005-07-21T10:05:53.643+02:00<div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">‘我低头吻你的唇</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">却因你踮起脚尖而倍感欣喜’<br /><br /><br /><br />爱 ，有时候很简单<br />是人心把它给弄复杂了<br /><br /><br />-羚-<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112189855809909005?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1121934074714656832005-07-21T10:19:00.000+02:002005-07-22T12:16:44.906+02:00<div align="center">心情没来由蓝蓝的<br />考完试应该很开心的不是吗<br />但不知为何<br />胸口像是被淘空了一样<br />很多恼人的念头一直盈绕 </div><div align="center"><br />人生本来就是多折而崎岖的吧<br />纵情沉溺于自怜自艾<br />于事无补而且伤神伤身 </div><div align="center"><br />被困的梦想<br />疲倦的挣扎着<br />让我尽情为它们哀伤吧 </div><div align="center"><br />我别无他求<br />忧郁是我打赏自己的方式 </div><div align="center"><br />。。。 </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />你说要化为一片蔚蓝蓝的海洋<br />来纵容我疯狂 </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">是真的吗？ </span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112193407471465683?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668818.post-1121889680004854842005-07-20T21:43:00.000+02:002005-07-21T00:19:46.080+02:00<div align="center">曾经答应自己一定不会放弃中文<br />写作本来就是我与生俱来的能力<br />像呼吸<br />像心跳<br />那么自然 那么熟悉<br />当别人视写作文为苦差时<br />我却洋洋洒洒的给他个整千字<br />真的不想自己的中文在缺少锻炼机会的情况下被荒废<br />就当这里是个源点吧<br /><br />没打算让人知道它的存在<br />我的秘密花园<br />没有读者<br />没有被审读的压力<br />没有想讨好的包袱<br />没有受监视的枷锁<br />没有被压抑的坦白<br />没有哗众的虚伪<br />我只想写<br />为自己而写<br /><br />那年那个写作的梦<br />在萌芽。。。<br /><br /></div><div align="center">-羚-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14668818-112188968000485484?l=simplycirnelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cirnellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17481627086359480615noreply@blogger.com