shrike Posted January 15, 2004 Share Posted January 15, 2004 to LEIA somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyondany experience,your eyes have their silence:in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look will easily unclose methough i have closed myself as fingers,you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i andmy life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,as when the heart of this flower imaginesthe snow carefully everywhere descending;nothing which we are to perceive in this world equalsthe power of your intense fragility:whose texturecompels me with the color of its countries,rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands -- e.e. cummings I LOVE YOU ! JEDI KNIGHT Quote Link to comment
Guest the_eight_of_orbs Posted January 15, 2004 Share Posted January 15, 2004 (edited) limbo.gods and goddesses, i invoke.indecision consumes me.limbo. Edited January 15, 2004 by the_eight_of_orbs Quote Link to comment
Guest the_eight_of_orbs Posted January 15, 2004 Share Posted January 15, 2004 of leaving and of stayingof wanting and of keepingof holding on and of letting beof stopping and of goingof sighing and of cryingof loving and of dying. Quote Link to comment
forbidden Posted January 15, 2004 Share Posted January 15, 2004 I hardly knewthat runningwith knivesforged in bitternesscould be so fu**ingunhealthyespeciallywhen you tripand you falland you feel the fu**ingbladesuddenlyin your heartoh sh*tis that my bloodthat's gushing?warm and slickit feels likean embracebut nowI feel so cold Quote Link to comment
Wolf Posted January 15, 2004 Share Posted January 15, 2004 I feel you running in my headAnd I think it won’t be long before the water in my eyes spill upon my pillowCall it frustrating, call it insaneWhy we long for something bigger than us. As I look outside my windowI look into your nameIt’s written in the starsThat fills the emptiest of nights. If I could find a way to get to youYou know I will be free from the loneliness that haunts meLike your killer melodiesBut the more I try to reach you, the more I try to seeThere’s nothing I can do but wait here…. half wishing. Quote Link to comment
sweetpsyche Posted January 15, 2004 Share Posted January 15, 2004 Dear Snow, This morning, I received a phone call from our head teacher saying that the school will be closed today! Of course I was ecstatic! who wouldnt be?! Not going to work today and yet still being paid is one of the best things in life noone would want to miss. haha! But like a child curious around here... I sit and wonder how could this soft snow prevents us from going to school? How could this soft white flake that melts in my body when it touches it be a cause of lots of accidents? How could you do that? I looked out my window, and all I could see are paths, cars, houses, trees... everything covered with white snow. I just hope this isnt a snow storm. But instead of feeling scared as I often did when floods overflowed our muddy street in my hometown, you gave me pure impression. The impression of the little girl, like myself, picturing the world so wonderful, so perfect and so pure, just like you. When you first landed on the ground, you were so pure and un-touched by the flaws of the world like an innocent child that enters world. I love seeing kids having fun because of you, laughters echoing the entire neighborhood upon your visit, heck! sometimes I'm even part of them.. I like playing with you.... but not for long... for your beauty can be very deceivng and dangerous... hah! i remember my gothic name... heavenly demonic! i think thats the word that describes you well. you are dangerously beautiful. You make people shiver in a way nobody or nothing can, oh my mistake... someone can.. you brother - ICE! hah! But i dont like him... he is too cold and rough and hard! Just like a real man... however you personify WOMAN.. you are an icon of what is a woman - gentle, fluffy, soft yet powerful, deadly and treacherous.. bwahaha :evil: Oh how I wish you wouldnt be too awful today.. I hate shovelling, it hurts my arms.. pleaseeee stop now... its almost 5inches now.. thats enough pleaseeee... thank you. justme.. alang magawa. Quote Link to comment
forbidden Posted January 15, 2004 Share Posted January 15, 2004 Oh how I wish you wouldnt be too awful today.. I hate shovelling, it hurts my arms.. pleaseeee stop now... its almost 5inches now.. thats enough pleaseeee... thank you. justme.. alang magawa. Hi sweetp! This is dedicated to you 5 inches of snow. Kakatawag lang din ng tita ko and in her place its about 3 inches - nag cancel din yata siya ng class. Good luck with the weather! White, whitesweetp in whitecovered, the townwith flakes of pure white arms, up and downlegs, side to sidepushing with delightangels in the morning light softness, floatingresting on landfive inches, six inchesheavy as sand shoulders shiftingpushing, pullingclearing awayto sweetp's dismay white, whitesweetp in whitecovered, our angeloh, what a sight! Quote Link to comment
sweetpsyche Posted January 15, 2004 Share Posted January 15, 2004 forbidden!! hahaha.. thanks! amazing!!! Quote Link to comment
sweetpsyche Posted January 15, 2004 Share Posted January 15, 2004 (edited) Mike sent the letter below, and asked that it be forwarded onto his friends/family. We have typed his handwritten letter. Life’s Little ThingsBy Maher ’Mike’ Hawash4-16-03 On the outside, I took things for granted. I know you do, it’s just easy to do…On the outside, I took people for granted. I know you do too, it’s just natural to do… On the outside, I’ve taken time for granted, so today is gone, there’s always tomorrow… On the inside, it’s a different story, believe me, I know…On the outside, life’s little things were my right to have; I’m entitled to them. Fresh air is a step away; sunshine is a walk to the patio; a voice to talk to is just a phone call away. A shower, a paper, a pencil, a TV, a computer, a walk, a talk, a hug, a kiss, are all up to me; when I want, where I want. On the inside, it’s a new life, trust me, I know.Things are less, options are less, people are less, IQ is less, words are less, my entire world is less, except for time.Time is definitely more; the day got longer since I went inside.In solitary, my world is limited, controlled, mandated. My universe is an 8x12 cell. My new home has an attractive bunk bed just right for my size; a window with bars for my security, a chair/desk for my studious pleasures; a sink/toilet assembly, and a door with a tiny window for my privacy; all made of fine iron for durability. I’m treated like a king, royalty inside. People bring me food of their choice, turn the lights on/off when they happen to pass by, and escort me to take a shower, or anything else for that matter. They are very protective of me, you see! I no longer have to strain my head with choices, options, or decisions. People are taking care of that for me. Life on the inside is a bit different as you can see, but there is more, please read… On the inside, I learned to appreciate life’s little things a little more than I used to. I love to pick up the phone to call home anytime during the week, once a week. I look forward to food like a hamster, three times a day; it takes time away. I can’t wait to go outside for my ‘rec’ time. Five hours a week. Fresh air is not to be taken for granted anymore, it’s truly a privilege. It’s a privilege to step outside the cell, into a larger dog cage for recreation. Believe me, it is recreation, something that I and every guest in this place looks forward to, day after day… On the inside, I needed a new attitude, different perception, and low expectations. After all, it’s a new life. I can glimpse the sunshine outside my window, but I can’t touch it, and it cannot touch me. Still, I am grateful that I can see the shine of the sun. The moon is a different story. I haven’t seen it since I went inside. I miss the moon. On the outside, it’s only natural to take people for granted…I’m sure you do. On the inside, it’s a different book, a new chapter. It really makes you think and appreciate what you have, it did for me, I hope you learn too. A 2500 sq. ft. house, not big enough? Trust me, it’s BIG, HUGE!! Kids are bouncing in your lap, jumping on your back, running between your legs…bothersome? Noisy? Annoying at times? Listen to me, enjoy it before you don’t have it. Patience my friend, patience! Patience with your wife, because she works hard raising your kids; patience with your kids because they’re the joy of your life; patience with your neighbors because you’ll miss their sight, their sound, their laughs, their cries. Patience with your friends, because you never know who’s your friend…until…you’re inside. These are the times of truth, all masks are lifted, and only friends emerge; they stick around and show their necks. My friend Lisa, my wife, my life, is here standing by like a rock. Every single day, I wonder….how is she holding on? What’s keeping her together? A strength I didn’t know she had. I know of such strength, it only comes from inside, from the heart, from every bone in the body. It comes from outside, from people around her, true friends, that give, and give, and only give. The thoughts bring joy to my heart…and agony too… Joy of the thoughts of my wife and kids as one family. Joy of the days we lived together, good and bad. Joy of the smiles drawn on their faces. Joy of the love we have for on another; joy of my companions in life; my partner who gives me peace and tranquility, strength and hope, love and tenderness…All shadowed by the pain they’re going through today, yesterday and tomorrow… Once inside, these little things in life become crisp and clear. I share them with you from my inside. I hope you’ll ponder on them from the outside. Edited January 15, 2004 by sweetpsyche Quote Link to comment
sweetpsyche Posted January 15, 2004 Share Posted January 15, 2004 (edited) Dear D, please let him be. let him go.if u do love him. let him fade.u're too strong a temptationhe might one day can not resist.so please stop it nowboth of you will just end up hurt.and im sorry to saybut he loves his girland he cant afford to lose herso let it end there. stop it now before its late.. for the more you go on,the more you will be hurt, he loves her so much - i know - he told me.so please set him free.what you had may be wonderfulbut babe sorry... it aint real.just like you and him together - a prince and a princessliving in your imaginary world - stars of a fairy talenever to be told. a friend who knows. Edited January 15, 2004 by sweetpsyche Quote Link to comment
lord_rochester Posted January 16, 2004 Share Posted January 16, 2004 to hon, i cannot stay long. just wanted to say that i love you hon.i miss you.two months is all we have to wait for. i will be back for you. i love you. Quote Link to comment
MODERATOR Alex_Corvis Posted January 16, 2004 MODERATOR Share Posted January 16, 2004 Hi sweetp! This is dedicated to you 5 inches of snow. Kakatawag lang din ng tita ko and in her place its about 3 inches - nag cancel din yata siya ng class. Good luck with the weather! White, whitesweetp in whitecovered, the townwith flakes of pure white arms, up and downlegs, side to sidepushing with delightangels in the morning light softness, floatingresting on landfive inches, six inchesheavy as sand shoulders shiftingpushing, pullingclearing awayto sweetp's dismay white, whitesweetp in whitecovered, our angeloh, what a sight! cool ..... as ice Quote Link to comment
Switlass Posted January 16, 2004 Share Posted January 16, 2004 To the only man I've ever truly loved, I know now why you had to leave, and why even now you want to move further away. I apologize for not bieng enough to forget the past. Drive ..drive yourself to brink of exhaustion, one must never be given this.The burden you carry is there because past loves made you rememberwhen will it be enough, cry no more tears In my arms you found solace, but my anger was quick.But now acceptance has dawned on me, and I know understand I had nothing to do with this. your peril nobody wished, do not go away so angry.so bitter and lonely in your quest for gold.you are your own treasure.money is nothing when the heart is empty. I should have been your wealth. Now you lay, filled with loneliness and despair and instead of hanging on I made you move forth, further down the passions we now long for. forgive my calous heart for I was blind to your pains. ahhhhhhhhh. I have let you go but now hearing this, oh curse me. Donna Quote Link to comment
Guest the_eight_of_orbs Posted January 16, 2004 Share Posted January 16, 2004 bliss fills my spiritlaughter that makes me quiverkisses that make me shiver. you pierce my soul for all eternitytake mecomplete me. swiftly carry me to forevertears washed away with faithpain healed with your love. Quote Link to comment
Guest the_eight_of_orbs Posted January 16, 2004 Share Posted January 16, 2004 La Belle Dame Sans Regret When you're down and they're counting When your secrets all found out When your troubles take to mounting When the map you have leads you to doubt When there's no information And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well Let your soul be your pilot Let your soul guide you He'll guide you well When the doctors failed to heal you When no medicine chest can make you well When no counsel leads to comfort When there are no more lies they can tell No more useless information And the compass spins The compass spins between heaven and hell Let your soul be your pilot Let your soul guide you He'll guide you well And your eyes turn towards the window pane To the lights upon the hill The distance seems so strange to you now And the dark room seems so still Let your pain be my sorrow Let your tears be my tears too Let your courage be my model That the north you find will be true When there's no more useless information And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well Let your soul be your pilot Let your soul guide you Let your soul guide you Let your soul guide you upon your way let your soul guide you to see the truth that lies in your heart... i am in your heart for i am your truth... Quote Link to comment
Chi-Chi Posted January 16, 2004 Share Posted January 16, 2004 Gone with the old, off with the new Quote Link to comment
forbidden Posted January 16, 2004 Share Posted January 16, 2004 egnahc si erehereht si on tbuodi deen ot bargdloh fo eht bonkdna klawonnurhguorht eht gnikcuf rooderofeb efil seod Quote Link to comment
Wolf Posted January 16, 2004 Share Posted January 16, 2004 dear trixxie, hi, honey! where on earth have you been hiding? no, where on earth have you been kept? i miss you terribly. come back soon. i'm dying here. the one i've been with just isn't the same. it's you that i want. i'll be waiting. a phone call will do -- for now. love, miguelito Quote Link to comment
diskette Posted January 16, 2004 Share Posted January 16, 2004 dear trixxie, hi, honey! where on earth have you been hiding? no, where on earth have you been kept? i miss you terribly. come back soon. i'm dying here. the one i've been with just isn't the same. it's you that i want. i'll be waiting. a phone call will do -- for now. love, miguelito maybe you're not the miguelito she knows. Quote Link to comment
Guest gorgeous_23 Posted January 16, 2004 Share Posted January 16, 2004 Lovers make each other happy. And so do friends. They hang out, call one another, talk, yell, encourage when the other is down, sing,dance, eat together. They share secrets, dreams, take care of each other. But lovers expect these from one another. Friends expect these from others too but got from each other instead. Lovers can be complicated. And so do friends. But lovers usually try hard to adjust with one another. Friends just stay as what they are and don't give a damn whether they are nuts, or freaks, or stupids. Coz friends are not turned-off; they only laugh. Lovers freak-out when you forgot birthdays. And so do friends. But lovers wouldn't forgive until they forget. Friends wouldn't forgive until an hour after when they receive a li'l bar of chocolate with a cheap card. Lovers really love each other. And so do friends. But lovers either get married or break up. Friends either stay friends or nothing at all. But friends can be lovers and lovers cant be friend Quote Link to comment
snake8 Posted January 16, 2004 Share Posted January 16, 2004 Lovers make each other happy. And so do friends. They hang out, call one another, talk, yell, encourage when the other is down, sing,dance, eat together. They share secrets, dreams, take care of each other. But lovers expect these from one another. Friends expect these from others too but got from each other instead. Lovers can be complicated. And so do friends. But lovers usually try hard to adjust with one another. Friends just stay as what they are and don't give a damn whether they are nuts, or freaks, or stupids. Coz friends are not turned-off; they only laugh. Lovers freak-out when you forgot birthdays. And so do friends. But lovers wouldn't forgive until they forget. Friends wouldn't forgive until an hour after when they receive a li'l bar of chocolate with a cheap card. Lovers really love each other. And so do friends. But lovers either get married or break up. Friends either stay friends or nothing at all. But friends can be lovers and lovers cant be friend "pu#@Ng in*&g friendship yan....." hehehehe <_< bitter.... Quote Link to comment
diskette Posted January 16, 2004 Share Posted January 16, 2004 please forget me Quote Link to comment
Guest gorgeous_23 Posted January 16, 2004 Share Posted January 16, 2004 hmmm..... i have to stop... i need to stop.... but i cant stop.... and u know that..... how can u be my entire universe when im not even a single star in urs.... damn!!!!! please dont take advantage.... ive had enough! Quote Link to comment
Dr.Love Posted January 16, 2004 Share Posted January 16, 2004 Lovers make each other happy. And so do friends. They hang out, call one another, talk, yell, encourage when the other is down, sing,dance, eat together. They share secrets, dreams, take care of each other. But lovers expect these from one another. Friends expect these from others too but got from each other instead. Lovers can be complicated. And so do friends. But lovers usually try hard to adjust with one another. Friends just stay as what they are and don't give a damn whether they are nuts, or freaks, or stupids. Coz friends are not turned-off; they only laugh. Lovers freak-out when you forgot birthdays. And so do friends. But lovers wouldn't forgive until they forget. Friends wouldn't forgive until an hour after when they receive a li'l bar of chocolate with a cheap card. Lovers really love each other. And so do friends. But lovers either get married or break up. Friends either stay friends or nothing at all. But friends can be lovers and lovers cant be friend Ang sarap mo namang maging friend! Quote Link to comment
Z Posted January 17, 2004 Share Posted January 17, 2004 This was for yesterday... I apologise for my rudeness though it was not unwarranted. Even then, such to me is not a justifiable excuse; even if all that was needed was a proper introduction that none need shy from. The spur of the moment now released can never be undone, water under the bridge with only the future to come. Hence I'm sorry...life goes on Quote Link to comment
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