Monday, December 6, 2010
I REALLY LOVE YOU.........
Saturday, November 27, 2010
I MISH YOU.:(
I miss you,
I want to call you,
but I dare not,
'coz I don't know what to say.
I miss you,
I want to message you,
but I dare not,
'coz I'm afraid that you won't reply.
I miss you,
I want to messenger chat with you,
but I don't,
'coz I don't want to disturb the chat between you and him/her.
I miss you,
I want to look into your eyes,
but I won't,
'coz I know I'm just dreaming along.
I miss you,
I wish you were here,
but I know,
its almost impossible.
I miss you,
I want to hug you,
but I know,
its not gonna happen.
I miss you,
I wish you could stand by my side,
but I know,
this could only happen in my dream.
I miss you,
I want to know what are you doing,
but I can only know it through stalking your profile,
though you don't really update frequently.
I miss you,
I just want to know,
have you.. ever miss me,
even once..?
Thursday, November 18, 2010
I need to know if you’re my true friend, |
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Everyday you cross my mind.
Everyday i see something that reminds me of you.
Everyday im missing you.
Everyday i wish you were mine.
Everyday i wonder what could of been.
Everyday i think of why you did this.
& everyday im getting stronger.
Everyday im moving on.
But everyday ill always miss you.
*$* iM tIrEd oF aLL tHa* HuRt-Im TiReD oF aLL tHa* pAiN, I rEaLLy JuSt WiSh yOu WeRe hEre!*$*
Saturday, May 29, 2010
The Wrong Way
We're the best of friends but at one time longed to kiss,
We have done things in opposite array,
But for us maybe God intended it this way.
I ended it all with following words from a friend,
From a pretend friend, who wanted my world to end.
You were my world, each breathe I took, everything I dreamed,
A friendship shouldn't come from this, but amazingly through the dark it beamed.
Maybe my mistake was some sign,
That you were meant to just be a great friend of mine.
I am feeling happy that we are still so close,
Even though we don't shared what I wanted most.
For now I understand what I have gained from all this,
A special friend, someone who for not one moment do I want to miss.
Unseen Friend
and letters we exchange,
I wouldn't know you on the street,
and doesn't that seem strange?
You hold a place within my life,
unusual and unique;
We share ideals and special dreams,
and still, we do not speak.
I picture what I think you are,
perhaps you picture me.
An intriguing game for both of us
for someone we can't see.
So for this friendship we possess,
we owe this mail a debt,
Perhaps the charm lies in the fact
that we have never met.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Why guys like girls???
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Treasures of LIFE
Monday, April 12, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
What Makes a Dad???
Saturday, April 3, 2010
MY MOM'S GARDEN
Thursday, April 1, 2010
A TOAST
Raise your glass to the sky,
With hopes and dreams held high,
To my friends I toast…
Here’s to the friends we’ve lost and gained,
And people we’ll never know by name.
To the bonds we’ve made and the albums we’ve filled,
Memories that may fade but never be killed.
Here’s to the phone calls filled with tears,
And to the hours spent talking away our fears.
To the people we thought deserved our hearts,
Whom now we bash and rip apart.
Here’s to the pictures in frames with stories to say,
That we will be sure to pack when we go away.
To the football games we’ve watched beneath the lights,
And our cheers and chants drifting into the night.
Here’s to the proms and dances,
And our school romances.
To homecoming games,
With all the wins in our name.
Here’s to late nights we’ve spent cramming for test,
And morning when coffee made up for our rest.
To the dances and events we took months to create,
The night before worries that came to late.
Here’s to the tears we knew we’d cry,
To the people and places we say good-bye.
To the wild and bizarre things we’ve done,
That we will remember to be the most fun.
Here’s to the letters we left unsigned,
May our identities be revealed all in due time.
To the relationships we wonder how we ever lived without,
And the crushes we look back on and laugh about.
So now it is time to place our glasses down,
Put our caps on and turn our tassels around.
Listen for our names and let them echo through,
And realize how fast these thirteen years just flew.
Friday, March 26, 2010
ALL TIME MEMORIES
Monday, February 1, 2010
Breathing
(Inhale)
Tears begin to flood my face like a cup left under a running faucet well after the water has reached the rim,
My heart leaping to my throat,
Getting caught,
Squeezing,
Twisting,
Tearing.
My throat contracting around the emotions the threaten
To leap up and out of my lips,
My stomach
Rumbling,
Wrestling,
Knotting.
My hands quiver as I reach up to bolt the tiny teardrops,
Leaving footprints down my cheeks.
The path that awaits me,
Suddenly seems like a pilgrimage,
One foot,
Next foot,
Step,
Step,
I see you.
(I see her)
You smile.
I smile.
(She leaves)
You ask how I am.
(I lie)
I reply that I’m fine.
(Even though my heart has just crept up into my mouth and is jumping up and down on my tongue like an Olympic diver waiting to hit the water).
I want to say that I miss you,
Let you know every moment I’m awake I think of you.
I want you to know that I miss your arms,
Your smile,
Your lips.
I want you to know that, (I’m incomplete)
My body hurts,
My soul bleeds.
I ask how you are (hoping against all hopes that you’ll tell me what I want to hear).
You reply, (your answer not including that you miss me, my arms, my lips, my touch).
My eyes attempt to strip you down to your soul
(Searching for what I once knew so well).
They get lost (but find their way back to reality when they gaze over the (ever-fading) hickey, just above the collar of the shirt she gave you).
My heart leaps off the end of my tongue,
Wanting you to see the way you’ve hurt me,
Wanting you to hurt the same way,
It falls to the ground.
(She calls you)
You hesitantly say good-bye. (As you trot over to her)
Stomping,
Squishing,
Mutilating,
My vulnerable, fallen heart. (Not even pausing long enough to scrape it off the bottom of your shoe, like a discarded piece of gum)
She wraps her arms around your neck,
Brings her lips to yours…(Your ears still turn red)
People pass, as if I don’t even exist.)I want to cry, scream, shout).
I want someone to find my heart,
Bring it back,
Piece it together.
I turn away,
Hoping that one day it won’t hurt (as much)
And hoping that I will again be able to call you
And have you come over to me,
Be able to buy you shirts that match your eyes
(and leave the tell-tale hickey just above the collar)
And will still be able to make your lips turn red from the friction of your lips.
I walk away,
Knowing my heart will not follow.
(Exhale).