May 2010
June 2010
Here's to the journey from life to death.
And everything else I capture in between.
And everything else I capture in between.
-Poison Ivy-
This Photo Journal is dedicated to those appreciate frozen pieces of memories.
It's also the personal record of my journey in life behind the lens and in front the computer.
Feel free to look around.
Contact & credit me if you would like to put up my pictures.
Copyright of Diyana Rahim ©.
All rights reserved.
I work as an Art Teacher/Freelance Photographer.
I love to read, cook, music of all kinds and live performances.
Contact: diyanarahim@rocketmail.com
And The Boys
Sunday, April 25, 2010, 8:59 PM
It's been days now
and you change your mind again
it feels like years,
and i can tell how time can bend your ideas
and the boys go on and on and on and on
and the boys go on and on and on and on
and there's gold falling from the ceiling of this world
falling from the heartbeat of this girl
falling from the things we should have learned
falling from the things we could have heard
well it's been days now
and you change your mind again
all the cracks in the walls reminds you of things we said
and i could tell you that i wont hurt you this time
but it's just safer to keep you in this heart of mine
and the boys go on and on and on and on
and the boys go on and on and on and on
and there's gold falling from the ceiling of this world
falling from the heartbeat of this girl
falling from the things we should have learned
falling from the things we could have heard
and the boys go on and on and on and on
and the boys go on and on and on and on
and there's gold falling from the ceiling of this world
falling from the heartbeat of this girl
falling from the things we should have learned
falling from the things we could have heard
falling from the people that we heard
falling from the love we never earned
falling from the sky that should have burned
falling from my heart.
I don't need any of these boys who keep coming around.
I only intend to keep the one I have already found.
Yours truly,
Poison Ivy
and you change your mind again
it feels like years,
and i can tell how time can bend your ideas
and the boys go on and on and on and on
and the boys go on and on and on and on
and there's gold falling from the ceiling of this world
falling from the heartbeat of this girl
falling from the things we should have learned
falling from the things we could have heard
well it's been days now
and you change your mind again
all the cracks in the walls reminds you of things we said
and i could tell you that i wont hurt you this time
but it's just safer to keep you in this heart of mine
and the boys go on and on and on and on
and the boys go on and on and on and on
and there's gold falling from the ceiling of this world
falling from the heartbeat of this girl
falling from the things we should have learned
falling from the things we could have heard
and the boys go on and on and on and on
and the boys go on and on and on and on
and there's gold falling from the ceiling of this world
falling from the heartbeat of this girl
falling from the things we should have learned
falling from the things we could have heard
falling from the people that we heard
falling from the love we never earned
falling from the sky that should have burned
falling from my heart.
I don't need any of these boys who keep coming around.
I only intend to keep the one I have already found.
Yours truly,
Poison Ivy