Usually I think what have I done to deserve this pain
It feels like something is running within my veins
It’s something intangible
It’s something valuable
I’ve heard once that pain can become addictive
I remember laughing once I’ve heard that adjective
It’s something logical
It’s something valuable
Of course I do not mean pain in it definable meanings
When
Best things in life ……
She loves me… she loves me not.
On the corner of the street, you catch my eye.
You are the most beautiful person,
I’ve ever seen.
At the back of the room, you steal my heart.
You are the brightest thing here.
I have never seen such a beautiful thing.
You have stolen my heart,
And you can either return it,
Or keep ……
It all started with a knife,
A blade that shined so bright,
That would scar pale flesh
On that dark and lonely night.
A few little cuts that would just get deeper
And deeper they did go,
As little lines of crimson blood
Stained the skin, white as snow.
Then something would happen
And away this mind would fly,
This body unable to stand
Beginning ……
Take my hand,
Step in closer
Let me feel your bossom
How your heart roves at…
Now draw a leg aback
And bring it forth again
let me take you about,
in a little dance session.
How you like the twinkle lights,
How you like the chill
(How I love your breath! How I love the arcs in you eyes!)
My knees shudder, weak…
I know, ……
I hear Mother Nature’s loud footsteps
Walking up to her lovely son
She, with her soft hands caresses his bold head
Sending him into a feel of relaxation.
The chill soon sweeps him off to a world…
A land, so divided from the ordinary
A world where all could be heroes
And all could be villains
A world where a lunatic sits ……
Since that never forgotten day
time has promised to give a cure
for the addiction you once gave me
but the deal seems to remain obscure
since that day you had to walk away
I’m not done with even a single memory
It was nobody’s fault after all
pure destiny pushed us to fall
everything we have was suddenly gone
like stars at ……
A voice cries from the wilderness
Searching to find a friend
Someone they hope will care about
Their life until its end
I think we all are searching for
Someone to understand
To share all of life’s good and bad
In a dark, hostile land
A lonely soul, lost in the night
Who can no longer hide
The hurt I think we all have ……
For reasons that I can’t explain
your all I think about.
knowing that whats coming could be pain
but how times have changed,
how much we’ve grown
from high school days
to being people of our own
its just never easy to understand how it happened
one minute you were here and the next,
the moment had already happened.
am I foolish, must be, ……
I met you 6 years ago, and as silly children we were enemies
We would scowl at each other in the bathrooms, ignore each other on the playground
Until a boy came into our lives; he was both of our best friends and we knew him as Baba
We eventually grew closer, until we were the best ……
It should be long over now. Years and distance and silence fall between us as an abyss, uncrossable and immeasurably wide. There should be no trace on you in my thoughts, nor a shadow of you in my memory; Time heals all wounds.
Yet still I can taste your lips on mine, still I can see your ……
The first time I acknowledged Eric was in Social Studies class, amid a project at the start of February. I glimpsed over at him when he was doing his project. He appeared isolated, apprehensive, and misconstrued by everyone around him. His dark brown eyes nearly black unveiled a ……
Long brown hair & her big brown eyes, a heart of gold, that’s oversized!
She hides behind her “comfy” disguise, but sometimes needs to improvise…
Often hiding her feelings deep inside, she covers her pain & all of her cries…
……
I long to hear the whirring of my gears and gadgets.
The gentle “putt putt putt” of my motor pumping oil through the conduits they call veins.
The clink and the clank of each servo doing what it is designed to do.
A pressure regulator with the label: “H.R.T. made in Taiwan” doing nothing more than ……
(Here on this site, I choose to begin this again. My hands move slower than they once did. Better slowly than the fevered pace that once threatened to overwhelm me. My thoughts as always, turn to her. Still I wonder how she fares. What power we give to others over our feelings!)
You healed my heart and broke ……
When looking through my book of life, I can really understand…the reasons many things went wrong, all came to me first-hand.
It started at the age of 9, at a time my eyes were very blind…my Mom & Dad had lots of friends, and around the house were “odds & ends”.
Many smells & wonders I ……