Nothing but Love |
Overwhelmed. Wholly overwhelmed. It has to be felt to be understood; grasped by the heart. Its unexplainable, and words fall terribly short of the task. How can letters translate how words from anoth...
Posted by on Thu, 21 May 2009 10:30:00 GMT |
Read my mind |
I didn't write this, not sure who did, but it conveys my feelings, almost exactly. A FearIm trying not to fall in love againBeen hurt once and can still remember the painStruggled all the way to stay...
Posted by on Sun, 17 May 2009 17:30:00 GMT |
Meeting On The Hammock |
Under the darkening and cloudy evening sky I lay, swaying in the hammock, without even trying to, along with the breeze. The leaves of the shade trees whispered, because of the wind, to the birds that...
Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 21:27:00 GMT |
Completely |
I dont want a rich man.I want a man rich in character.I dont want a good looking man.I want a man with a good looking heart.I dont want a smart man.I want a man who is smart with his decisions.I do...
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 18:27:00 GMT |
Repertoire |
Today marks the end of two years of vocal training for me, so, I thought it would be cool to make a list of everything I've sung since the start. I don't remember everything, but this is a list of wha...
Posted by on Fri, 08 May 2009 18:37:00 GMT |
So short... |
So short, this moment. The last time I would see you breathe. I wish I would have known. I blink and you are gone. Forever. I speak to you; no answer. Never again to see your smile. The laughter you s...
Posted by on Sat, 02 May 2009 20:02:00 GMT |
Lonesome heart |
My lonesome heart cries. Mourning for love long ago lost. Wishing for it again once more. Just one more touch, one more kiss, one more word. Longing for something that will never again be. It depresse...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Apr 2009 00:59:00 GMT |
My Job |
You wouldnt know it, but being a security guard is not all glamour and glory. Some of us actually have to work. I recently ran down all the things I have had to do since being at this job, and its n...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Apr 2009 21:06:00 GMT |
Untitled |
Passion, born of desireAnd desire, offspring of the heartNurtured by dreamsFed by hopeProtected by strength Watered by tears, both of joy and painCaptured by anotherYet kept free by their love
Posted by on Sat, 18 Apr 2009 17:53:00 GMT |
A poem that makes sense only to me |
Not there for more than a momentIn time&I see it for what it isStill, hoping...Maybe it becomes what it wontNever denying, forgave&Even though passing through a fogStill wanting&Waiting impatiently h...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Apr 2009 20:11:00 GMT |
