"love"
there's just one answer to my predicament.
you are the one i want the one i wish never to let go to stay with thee forever that is my wish
yes rocks crash and things seem to fade and cloth once pure is torn
with a single word my heart mends but the cloth once pure impure is again
it seems once torn can be again easier than ever before so fragile yes so strong
what is this feeling? i've known all along? it burns within me still going strong
this passion felt can't be wrong what is this feeling? what is that word!
my heart aches beginning to break a tear rolls down dark as night
fears conspire and take root blame and hate come from it to
it seems i am lost and i have no light twas once there but is now gone
so to your're passion i fear is next but i shall treasure each waking dream each fantasy had
but even when you are near i feel so far a pit opens dark as hell i'm falling and you are gone
this is how i feel my thoughts down on paper the passion felt yet has a name not said in eternitys
the word itself is drowning along with its passion the eons unsaid but wait! a flicker of it
the one powerful word said to be able to vanquish any evil emotions packed into one word more powerful even than hate i think it becomes more clear! Hazah! the miraculous frame the miracal it possesess how did i forget!? the word held dear to me and said so often the forgotten meaning the meaning of the word!
love
Alone she is never left alone always someone there always someone hands joint words said heart locked put in chains don't speak to her she's protected beeing tamed by the man she "loves" but does she? A trivial word "love" said to often used to much alone she wants to be alone but always someone there always someone heart pounds wanting freedom but no she is traped in a whirl pool of "love" black tears moon shines no one knows or realizes fake smile every day... finally five words and she is freed alone she is finally alone no one there no one a new feeling but is it welcome?
locked in his glow stuck in his mind lost in his gaze his touch so warm inviting his smile wonderful how is it in dead of night his face, name, voice, resonates through me my heart feels torn confusion takes me why? i feel lost wishing for a mirical my mind can't rest my mask won't last much longer a tear? never i shed none for this. my heart numb my feelings dull that's what pains me hate! I hate myself my mask beginning to break a crack, one, two, three more he seems to be both the answer and reason for these feelings of confusion and resolution
SnOw (clean sart)
Wonder why She left him? Wonder why She cares? Wonder why he see's Her and all he does is stares?
Wonder if He hides it? Wonder if He trys? Wonder if He knows yet that all she thinks is why's?
Wonder how Their living? Wonder how Their waiting? Wonder how Their days go as they seem to be fading?
Wonder when She'll tell him? Wonder when She will? Wonder when he'll see that She feels fickle still?
Wonder, should He get on? Wonder, should He stop? Wonder, should she feel that He should come out on top?
Wonder if They realize? Wonder if They Know? Wonder if They'll figure out what they want is snow?
Failed?
It wont ........... It shouldn't. ........... It cant! ...........Why not?
I don't ........... I wont. ........... I cant! ...........How come?
To much time has passed the sand has fallen in my hour glass and it seeems I failed.
Time is relevent ........... There's never enough! ........... There's never too little ........... I failed! ........... Try again.
Things may end in shambels again
Skip! my heart seems to like doing that around you. Warmth. turn down the heat!...it's air conditioned? Exhileration. You don't even have to speak.
Baby blues. stop staring! your making me daze Laughter. always a joke isn't it? Saddness. the humor isn't for me
Another day another distant hello. One lengthy conversation seems rare now. friends? Not good ones.
Why is it? I'm trying so hard fending off a fantasy, because I know the last dance isn't for me?
I find it quite int'resting How this world works.
Each to his own, with his own little quarks.
I find it quite odd The word I just thought.
A soul-mate A friend? Or a lover you sought?
Most find one meaning When really there's more.
To the word that was said and that's at it's core.
"Soul-mate" Can indeed be a friend A person you find that seems to be sent.
I am quite lucky I have a few. One two three and maybe one more.
My soul mates My friends, Their each part of me. And to them I hope They've come to see, That I will not leave, and pan to I Don't.
So there you have it my story just closed. And I hope that my dearys that you all know, The meaning of that one special word. Reside's not in a partner to have and to hold. But to all you hold dear and that's nothing to fear.
So goodbye all my friends my familly as well. Till next time I say farewell.
summer plans
grass will grow as the skies do faid and summer winds will come again but this one summer is not the same as the one before that came diffrent as can be as planed? Maybe or not who knows? either way it shows that summer came and summer went and another year we have now spent in the sun having fun friends forever in every endever
so I ask you was it as planned? was it good? bad? or still yet to come?
the grass will grow on another summer in another time another way but it won't be the same.
Echo If ever there comes a day That I would say "goodbye" slap me. Tell me no and follow me untill I cave and come back.
That day may never come It it just as well never will. For from hard times to worse times to good times to great times I'll be there. You can't shake me even if you want sometimes. Through those potholes and twists those times you don't want to be here or I we will. To help and to haunt till death come late and in our beds.
The dreams aspired by you and by me. Running into walls in London. To down in Dupo running into doors. Because face it wherever we are there will be a door that says pull and we'll push.
But that's just us Friends forever so memories will be made. days in the sun will we trade. Thoughts shared bad times faired. Together.
So if ever the day comes when you say "goodbye" I'll return the favor and slap you. Following you like a stalker untill you break and come back to me.
lies creation to emotion a world of scorn torn between two words love. hate. a fine line is drawn and yet crossed so easilly i love you but hate still remains the tair shrinks the line fades nd new words are born indifferance i hate you. yet love is there somewhere indifferance is born the words put to sound put into my mouth used without care think the word has no meaning lives are lived for you by perants by teachers by peers those who are weak survive the unfortunate who hold to thought die swept away in the sea of desire others do the drowning for if not a mindless clone i have no use.
for instance we are so alike and yet not oposites but same for instance one smile one frown two girls one phrase for instance yin and yang were more alike than we but we couldn't be more simillar do you wish anything different? i don't sould sisters. for instance
The cutoff poe (dedicated to sora because I said I would write it)
Starting a poem With out a notium of how to start or end may not be the best thing to send to a lover a sister or a friend
For you see if you start a peom without a notium of how your going to stop then it may end up on top of nowhere in the capital of nothing within the state of none
I heard of a fellow who did this once The poem simply stopped in the middle of a phrase no one found out what happened at the end for no one knew of the start
So I say it's a very bad thing to start a poem with ne'r a thought in
moogle the cute · Fri Sep 28, 2007 @ 02:52am · 0 Comments |