Emotions

They say that emotions are a life time ride

There are some ups as well as some downs

They can be harmless but sometimes fatal

So my pal, don't forget to tame them down

2:00 A.M

Monday, June 16, 2008

Living with my pain

I sat there wiping my tears, stroking my bruised body and my bloody face. Just like every night of my life with him. Alone in the darkness I sit and weep.
When would I be free? I wonder.. Every time I try to leave my heart yearns for him. It holds me back from leaving him.
Who could love such a monster like I did? Who would sacrifice her life for him? No woman would ever accept him, for all the pain he inflicted could never be bared.
I wiped my tears and smiled at my fate. He's coming back I said, and someday we'll be happy again.
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A pure imaginative thing that I wrote :)

Gossip

If I know and you know, whom should we hide the truth from?
How should I know when to talk?
How should I know when to listen?
People talk. I talk. You talk. We all talk.
At the end everyone knows…

Disturbed

Letters and words that I don't understand

Unfolding themselves, in my own little world

They disturb my thinking, peace and joy

They make sense and they don't at all

Abstracted by the world that surrounds

They call and call

For a survivor, a fighter and all

On that bench, Where all of my Sweet Memories Float

On that bench

Where all of my sweet memories float

I sat there waiting from my sweetheart to come

On that bench

Where all of my sweet memories float

I looked up at the sky to see a bright sun shining high above

On that bench

Where all of my sweet memories float

I calmed and assured myself that my sweetheart will come

On that bench
Where all of my sweet memories float
I pondered around my imagination and thought of what is going to be said
On that bench
Where all of my sweet memories float
I sat there holding tightly in my hands what is going to bond us, my sweetheart and I
On that bench
Where all of my sweet memories float
I looked at my watch, thinking of what took my sweetheart so long
On that bench
Where all of my sweet memories float
I called my sweetheart not once but a million times
On that bench
Where all of my sweet memories float
I listened to my sweetheart's excuses on and on
On that bench
Where all of my sweet memories float
My sweetheart tainted our love with an unbreakable curse
On that bench

Where all of my sweet memories float

I discovered the meaning of being deceived

On that bench

Where all of my sweet memories float

My hope of seeing my sweetheart again simply left me alone

1:24 A.MSaturday, June 28, 2008

I personally love this piece <3

Until next Friday =*

A Walk Under the Rain

I smiled to myself as I walked under the rain. I came a long way and things have changed.
I remembered how I used to hide to protect myself from the rain. Now, look at me! I am actually enjoying walking under it when I had been so afraid and devastated by it once.
I was wrapped with expensive furs; unlike my past when I only had rags to protect me from the cold.
I closed my eyes to enjoy the rhythm of the falling droplets when once I prayed that sound would go away.
I smiled to myself as I walked under the rain, for life embraced me to live again.
Just when I thought I had no right live, a stranger gave me hope that everything is going to be okay…
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Love stories are not always the only stories to be told. There are many stories hidden in our imaginations that must come to the surface some day.
Until Next Friday <3

My Castles P.2

For all of those who thought that there won't be any posts for today <3

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I walked down the beach looking at the sand piles of what used to be my castles. My tears escaped, and my heart was overwhelmed with grief. Yes, I lost so many battles and I may lose many more again. The wind blew against my face sending me laughers of sarcasm. I smiled in pain. I smiled to cover my grief. I smiled because I knew I had to be strong for me.

I stopped when I noticed the stones I abandoned years ago. I remembered that they were too heavy to build my castles with, so I decided to build them out of sand instead. At that moment I realized that I made the wrong choice...

Happy Friday <3

My Castle

On a day just as beautiful as today, I was building the castle of my dreams. Everything was perfect, the plan, the layout, interiors of castle was reflected on its exteriors. It was as beautiful as any fairy tale castle could be. It was huge, and every room was filled with hope and inspiration. I loved that castle so much that I promised myself to turn it to reality.

2 years later, I find myself standing outside the ruins of what was my castle. I walk around it and grieve over my past. I mourned over the hard work that was lost. I mourned over the time that was lost. I mourned over myself.

Why was it destroyed you ask?

The answer is simple; I built that castle out of sand…

 

I hope you guys understand the meaning behind this. J

Until next time <3…

 

I am Sorry my Precious…

This is somewhat I second part for the first piece I published last week. I hope you like it <3

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I stood on her grave looking down at the mound of earth that covered her beautiful face. "A place, I believe, suitable for me ..." those words echoed in my ears. My tears made their way down to her. I envied them for falling down and becoming a part of the earth that covered her face. I hoped that would make their way down to her and tell her about my sadness. I hoped they would tell her how my eyes hated to see this world without her in it. I hoped they tell her that my eyes had sight for no one but her.

I looked down at that mound of earth with silence surrounding the both of us. I remembered how talkative she was when I was around her. I remembered our joyful screams. All of that is part of our past right now. From now on our conversations will be nothing but segments of my silent tears on her grave and memories that will revive her from her death.

I wanted to know who was behind all of this. I wanted to know who broke my sweetheart like this! In her letter she mentioned that I proposed to "her". Who is this her? How can people lie about such things?

Wouldn't she have known before anyone that I proposed to another girl? Wasn't she the closest person to me?

My heart ached for her lose. It screamed so hard for revenge. I cried and my tears were not silent this time. They fell so hard on the mound that covered her determined to make their way to her, to tell her the truth about our love, and to tell her that she wasn't living a lie after all.

My silent screams made their way out to the world announcing war on love, life and friendship. I swore to her that I will not love anyone but her. I swore that I will never leave her alone, and I swore that I will take my revenge on this world….

Until next time <3

Dear Precious One,

I have written this piece during this week. I hope you like it <3.>
Nothing is real, its all out of pure imagination =).
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Dear precious one,

I was sitting with my friends chatting and laughing when they randomly mentioned your name. I drew a smile on my face and sat quietly there. According to that conversation, you are nice, kind, sweet and good looking. According to me, you are more than that. My heart wanted to scream at that moment. It wanted to show how superficial they were, but my mind struggled to tame it down. After all, what would they say if they knew we were more than mere strangers to each other?
They didn't notice how quiet at that conversation I was, but am sure they noticed the surprised and sad look I had on when they mentioned the girl you were engaged to. I simply excused myself and left hiding behind the excuse of an imaginary appointment that I forgot. I left that place were those strangers now sat in and left to the isolation and comfort of my room.
I cried, yes I did and I will not deny it. However; I did not cry because am losing you. I cried because I have given you everything that I had and even more. I stole myself from my friends, family and studies and spent all of my time talking to and thinking about (you). I have wasted many nights by dreaming about our wedding, our future house, and our vacations together. One thing, however, I do not regret is teaching you that you can love and be loved, and here you are mastering the game and playing it so well.
My precious, I will forgive you for leaving me. I will forgive you for everything, but one thing I will not forgive you about is teaching me how harsh life can be sometimes...


Farewell my lover...Farewell my stranger
P.S : I don't know if this is a farewell, but if it was then I will wish you all of the joys in this world. By the time you read this I will probably be buried underneath your feet. A position, I believe, suitable for me in your life from the moment you proposed to her until now.

The Value of Words

We all mainly communicate using words. Every gesture, every signal has a word that defines it.

Have you ever counted how many words did you say in your lifetime? Did you realise that only few were actually useful while the rest are just crap?

Can you imagine how the world would be if we thought about every word before using it? Can you see how complete and perfect we would be?

Words are not just words. They are more than mere symbols that symbolize meanings...