Sunday, October 20, 2002
Crossroads
Standing at a crossroads,
Staring at the choices I have to make;
Time stands still
The wind urges my weary feet on.
Crossroads & choices,
As each path, lies infront of me;
Laughter & happiness,
Tears & uncertainty;
I will be happy,
I will be sad.
Standing at a crossroads,
Staring at the choices I have to make;
Time stands still
The wind urges my weary feet on.
Crossroads & choices,
As each path, lies infront of me;
Laughter & happiness,
Tears & uncertainty;
I will be happy,
I will be sad.
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Tuesday, October 15, 2002
frustration
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Friday, October 11, 2002
last night
last night my promise
failed me again.
can't help it,
stop
myself.
i'm human, and i,
too am weak.
it hurts me, yet i ask for
more.
your voice numbs
my senses,
your touch
makes time stand
still.
your laughter echoes
inside me,
asking me
do more, give more,
for you.
to come closer.
but not too close.
and last night
i fell asleep
asking more
questions
you will never
answer.
last night my promise
failed me again.
can't help it,
stop
myself.
i'm human, and i,
too am weak.
it hurts me, yet i ask for
more.
your voice numbs
my senses,
your touch
makes time stand
still.
your laughter echoes
inside me,
asking me
do more, give more,
for you.
to come closer.
but not too close.
and last night
i fell asleep
asking more
questions
you will never
answer.
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Thursday, October 10, 2002
xxiiixiii:
why won't you tell me how you truly feel?
each hour that passes takes me deeper into my confusion.
nothing, nothing more than honesty, i thirst for
go now, and close the door, i would rather hear you say.
minutes are lifetimes when moments are silent
i can hear you, but i need something more
nights will rest my mind, quell, these tireless questions
a tired heart invites you, come break me now.
why won't you tell me how you truly feel?
each hour that passes takes me deeper into my confusion.
nothing, nothing more than honesty, i thirst for
go now, and close the door, i would rather hear you say.
minutes are lifetimes when moments are silent
i can hear you, but i need something more
nights will rest my mind, quell, these tireless questions
a tired heart invites you, come break me now.
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Monday, October 07, 2002
If you find it amusing that a different aura surrounds me,
Remove yourself from your surprise and stop looking at me.
Feel my skin as it grows warmer and warmer, letting you know that that I am alive.
Probe my soul as it takes flight, humming softly that I am Free.
Listen to my heart as it skips a constant beat, whispering that I am in Love.
Ah, love. What does it truly mean to be in love?
It is not a rush of emotions, dancing with the joys of being loved in return,
But the silent bliss of being able to know that you are free to love;
Without being consumed by the fires of the same passion that you give.
It is not a celebration of what was, or will be, or might be,
But a silent, pious prayer of thanksgiving;
Of what Is.
Love is neither about great expectations nor grand plans,
Love is about the deepest of hopes, and the most vivid of dreams;
To love is not to want, nor to ask;
To love is to feel the need to give;
Without precondition nor pride,
But with simplicity of its own joys.
I live. I am free. I love.
Remove yourself from your surprise and stop looking at me.
Feel my skin as it grows warmer and warmer, letting you know that that I am alive.
Probe my soul as it takes flight, humming softly that I am Free.
Listen to my heart as it skips a constant beat, whispering that I am in Love.
Ah, love. What does it truly mean to be in love?
It is not a rush of emotions, dancing with the joys of being loved in return,
But the silent bliss of being able to know that you are free to love;
Without being consumed by the fires of the same passion that you give.
It is not a celebration of what was, or will be, or might be,
But a silent, pious prayer of thanksgiving;
Of what Is.
Love is neither about great expectations nor grand plans,
Love is about the deepest of hopes, and the most vivid of dreams;
To love is not to want, nor to ask;
To love is to feel the need to give;
Without precondition nor pride,
But with simplicity of its own joys.
I live. I am free. I love.
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