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Sunday, April 15, 2012
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I have learned not to worry about love;
but to honor its coming
with all my heart.
To examine the dark mysteries
of the blood
with headless heed and
swirl,
to know the rush of feelings
swift and flowing
as water.
The source appears to be
some inexhaustible
spring
within our twin and triple
selves;
the new face I turn up
to you
no one else on earth
has ever seen.
- Alice Walker
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Friday, January 27, 2012
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“I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)|
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
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The ballerina wishes for a partner
in tune with her steps,
the way her arms and feet
flow gracefully as she dances,
The pianist wishes for a partner
who could understand the story
hidden in the crevices of his music,
The painter wishes for a partner
who understands the emotion
portrayed in her pieces
and the poet wishes for a partner
who can read between the lines
of anything he writes.
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Monday, January 9, 2012
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Walking in FAITH
Toward the future
Singing a song of HOPE
Along the way
Searching for a LOVE
That will last forever
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Monday, January 2, 2012
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Monday, January 2, 2012
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Monday, January 2, 2012
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“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.”
T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding.” (via paperbackgirl)|
Saturday, December 31, 2011
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After you’ve gone,
I found myself again..
I discovered myself again..
You’ve made me feel so lost.. Yeah, so lost inside..
You caught my attention..
I was trapped in your deadly charm..
Got lost in your beauty..
You’re like a song, with a beautiful melody..
A melody I’ve never heard before..
For once, I felt like I had no idea what to do with my life..
I was stuck..
Couldn’t find my way..
Surrounded by confusion..
Overwhelmed by beautiful kind of desperation..
Before I met you,
I could see myself clearly..
My visions about the future was so clear..
Then you came..
My life was changed..
My visions for the future got blurred..
Complicated..
‘Cause we walk in different road.. We take different paths..
Though I found that we have so many similarities,
We are obviously different..
For a moment,
I thought I would sacrifice my dreams and plans..
To follow your step..
I wanted to do something else, be somebody else..
To live another life..
Forgetting my calling..
But now you’re gone,
I’m so devastated yet feel so relieved..
I know what I wanna do now..
Got my passion back..
Passion to pursue my dreams..
The dreams I left behind..
From now on, my life will never be the same…
No… Never…
Thank you for leaving…
Thank you for the memories…
You’re one of the best thing I never had…
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Saturday, December 31, 2011
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“….I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.”
Elizabeth Gilbert (via acuorre)|
Friday, December 30, 2011
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Sailing→
I’ll be sleeping outside tonight, while
torrents of rain knock out my teeth.
Sleeping, on a raft made of cheap patio furniture,
moldy and worn from years of yawning sunsets.
My sails will be the clothes from my back
and my wind will be the breath from your lungs,
deep and yearning, to no longer hear my voice.
Will you miss me when I reach the edge of the earth?
This place isn’t round like our conversations,
spinning swiftly down the drain pipe. I’ll believe
that my Earth is flat, filled with straight lines and
a belief that when I reach the edge, turning back
and sailing home, will be a depth no man
has ever reached.
I won’t write letters to friends or family, but
etch on my skin and hope that when my bow
touches familiar shores, I’ll be too sunburned
for anyone to read.
You’ll have to listen to my voice,
hoarse and careless from
being trapped for so long.
I hope it’s beautiful enough for you.
I hope it’s beautiful enough for you.
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Friday, December 30, 2011
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The empty ache of loneliness
A hollow emptiness
A desperate want for their caress
To fill the void
Left by invisibility
Butterflies flutter
When you meet their gaze
Knees weaken, just for a second
As they brush past
Then light-headedness
When you smell their scent
Then later
In the quiet of the night
The empty void of want
Loins aching for them
Then hollow emptiness
The constant companion
The loneliness of unrequited love
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Thursday, December 29, 2011
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I feel the gentle breeze
As it blows against my face
Putting me at ease
With it’s loving grace
Blowing through my hair
Making me content
Caressing me so fair
Making me forget
The many worries in my life
As the breeze goes on
I forget my strife
As I sit on my grass covered lawn
And absent mindedly play with the clover
I remember the good memories
As if the bad ones are over
Then I think of the worries
That I have today
Then my mind turns in another direction
Telling me to stay
In this particular position
With just me
And the thoughtless breeze
