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Friday, July 30, 2010 ★
11:49 AM
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11:48 AM
alright i've had it,
im throwing the towel in, time aint on my side,
its on yours. make good use of it, im done with it.
imma just bear this all, hopefully, surviving and striving at the end.
call me when you're ready,
im out, goodbye love.
im throwing the towel in, time aint on my side,
its on yours. make good use of it, im done with it.
imma just bear this all, hopefully, surviving and striving at the end.
call me when you're ready,
im out, goodbye love.
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11:43 AM
whats love to you? more importantly,
what am i to you?
what am i to you?
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11:36 AM
i just won't play this part anymore,
i won't play the chaser, nor the one running,
im sick and tired of it.
i want to leave, quit and start afresh,
whats the solution, what am i to do?
its more than just a game for two,
although it seems fun to you,
i've tasted and felt reality, how bout you?
if you want to, just do it,
before the chance is gone, and like a one way ticket,
it ain't coming back.
but maybe if you could,
show me something new,
something that beat all else,
insert some sweetness,
be honest and quick,
love waits for no man.
i won't play the chaser, nor the one running,
im sick and tired of it.
i want to leave, quit and start afresh,
whats the solution, what am i to do?
its more than just a game for two,
although it seems fun to you,
i've tasted and felt reality, how bout you?
if you want to, just do it,
before the chance is gone, and like a one way ticket,
it ain't coming back.
but maybe if you could,
show me something new,
something that beat all else,
insert some sweetness,
be honest and quick,
love waits for no man.
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Tuesday, July 27, 2010 ★
6:55 AM
Although you are a friend of mine
and letters we exchange,
I wouldn't know you on the street,
and doesn't that seem strange?
You hold a place within my life,
unusual and unique;
We share ideals and special dreams,
and still, we do not speak.
I picture what I think you are,
perhaps you picture me.
An intriguing game for both of us
for someone we can't see.
So for this friendship we possess,
we owe this mail a debt,
Perhaps the charm lies in the fact
that we have never met.
and letters we exchange,
I wouldn't know you on the street,
and doesn't that seem strange?
You hold a place within my life,
unusual and unique;
We share ideals and special dreams,
and still, we do not speak.
I picture what I think you are,
perhaps you picture me.
An intriguing game for both of us
for someone we can't see.
So for this friendship we possess,
we owe this mail a debt,
Perhaps the charm lies in the fact
that we have never met.
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Friday, July 23, 2010 ★
10:35 AM
comments needed about this poem. give me your worst.
it was during english that i learnt about 'Myths'.
stories and stuff like animals racing in stories,
the evolution of mankind,
mythical creatures,
gods and goddesses.
but something was missing,
a myth that was stuck in my head.
the myth, of 'love'.
the things it could do to you,
affect you, help you,
myths of love,
stuff like love at first sight,
breaking of the human heart mind and soul,
courage to take the bullet for someone else,
aren't there all mysteries of love?
of this fable yet seem oh so real myth.
but of course, with the focus of 'love' in my mind,
there was definately an image in my mind as well.
an image conjured, simply by the mention of 'love'.
an image, an image of you.
i couldn't help but think,
everything about you.
from your beautiful face,
to your dazzling eyes and warm smile..
is this all part of the myth?
the mystery of love,
a myth never solved but yet accepted into society,
i live with it, with love, but a question still lingered in my mind,
do you, live with love, for me?
it was during english that i learnt about 'Myths'.
stories and stuff like animals racing in stories,
the evolution of mankind,
mythical creatures,
gods and goddesses.
but something was missing,
a myth that was stuck in my head.
the myth, of 'love'.
the things it could do to you,
affect you, help you,
myths of love,
stuff like love at first sight,
breaking of the human heart mind and soul,
courage to take the bullet for someone else,
aren't there all mysteries of love?
of this fable yet seem oh so real myth.
but of course, with the focus of 'love' in my mind,
there was definately an image in my mind as well.
an image conjured, simply by the mention of 'love'.
an image, an image of you.
i couldn't help but think,
everything about you.
from your beautiful face,
to your dazzling eyes and warm smile..
is this all part of the myth?
the mystery of love,
a myth never solved but yet accepted into society,
i live with it, with love, but a question still lingered in my mind,
do you, live with love, for me?
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5:21 AM
Into this world of mine,a puzzle;
Unpieced and messy, surrounded by walls,
Ever so dim, you entered,
Bringing light and guidance into my life.
The vivid colours, painted with a swirl,
Of wit and charm, of personality,
With great care, you added love and warmth,
And images that line the now bright walls.
Like a needle in a haystack,
True friends like you are hard to find.
Thats why im oh so thankful that i can call you mine.
Throughout the past three years,
You've kepy my many secrets,
You've been there through my afflictions,
You've witnessed my defeats,
I'll remember all the good times.
My friend, it may be time for you to leave,
This school where we first met,
But do not expect to be forgotton,
For your name hangs right in my mind,
Your smiling face in my heart.
So here i am, with a simple thank you,Thank you for the light, my friend,For my world is now special.
Unpieced and messy, surrounded by walls,
Ever so dim, you entered,
Bringing light and guidance into my life.
The vivid colours, painted with a swirl,
Of wit and charm, of personality,
With great care, you added love and warmth,
And images that line the now bright walls.
Like a needle in a haystack,
True friends like you are hard to find.
Thats why im oh so thankful that i can call you mine.
Throughout the past three years,
You've kepy my many secrets,
You've been there through my afflictions,
You've witnessed my defeats,
I'll remember all the good times.
My friend, it may be time for you to leave,
This school where we first met,
But do not expect to be forgotton,
For your name hangs right in my mind,
Your smiling face in my heart.
So here i am, with a simple thank you,Thank you for the light, my friend,For my world is now special.
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