let's spill our regrets, honey |
Depression is the flaw in love. To be creatures who love, we must be creatures who can despair at what we lose, and depression is the mechanism of that despair.
Posted by belle. on Sat, 16 Dec 2006 12:51:00 PST |
December first, yep, the church bells will ring fer a bit come noon, wait up. |
Gentlemen preferring blondes is due to the fact that, apparently, pale hair, delicate skin and an infantile expression represent the very apex of frailty which every man longs to violate.
Posted by belle. on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 12:41:00 PST |
one-way ticket. |
you can't stop someone from loving you, simply just cause you cease to, don't want to, or just cause you don't reciprocate the emotions. neither can you stop rumors that's been spreading like forest f...
Posted by belle. on Sun, 26 Nov 2006 08:20:00 PST |
Translations of Beauty |
For it's the dreaming that takes us to places. Trains, cars, buses, jets and our feet, they are just tools of our yearnings and dreams and desires.
Posted by belle. on Fri, 24 Nov 2006 02:20:00 PST |
festival of lights--diwali/tihar |
diwali's approaching, i love the atmosphere at Little India. the itinerant tradesman and astrologer with fortune-telling parrot seated along the five-foot ways of the shophouses, the scent of sandalwo...
Posted by belle. on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 08:54:00 PST |
wary and weary |
you already have my heart, i told him. tomorrow you may go away, but we will always remember the miracle of those days. i think that god, in ...
Posted by belle. on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 03:33:00 PST |
sunshowers |
You have to take risks, he said. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen. Everyday, God gives us the sun - and also one moment in which we have the ab...
Posted by belle. on Thu, 31 Aug 2006 03:57:00 PST |
something was wrong. had time and distance taken him away from my world forever? |
Perhaps love makes us old before our time--or young, if youth has passed. But how can i not recall those moments? That is why i write-to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance. So...
Posted by belle. on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 08:33:00 PST |
ma timillai maya gorchu |
I've picked my prison, my poison, whatever you call it. I'm totally crazy in love with this boy. He makes my heart skip a beat with his gentleness, warmth &obedience. He treats me like a lady &...
Posted by belle. on Tue, 27 Sep 2005 01:02:00 PST |
RRT |
Drowned in a vale of tears last night. With each tear that streamed down my cheeks, his heart shook a lil'. He carefully dabbed the tears dry &cupped my face in his sturdy hands. So...
Posted by belle. on Mon, 29 Aug 2005 07:39:00 PST |
