stop talking with me coz I know all the words are fake
Stop pretending you care me coz i know you don't care
Stop acting you are good coz i know you are bad
stop acting you are real coz i know you are fake
stop showing you have good heart coz i know you have bad heart
Stop acting you are nice coz I know you are worse
stop acting you are kind coz i know you are cruel
stop acting you are honest coz i know you are lier
stop all fake things you do and say coz it pain, hurt and suffer...
Maybe both of them surmised the existence of the other or maybe sometimes there was someone else that resembled that one. It was difficult to say if that was the case later when they met as even the notion of somene special had disappeared of their tired souls. It was too late to think of soul mates and they just shrugged at a thought. It was long ago when he wandered in the maze of his own confusion and could smell her parfum or have an intuition of her existence through a song or a dream, but he could never see her. He was sure she existed, he was sure that there was her soul-mate somewhere. The world would be too cold and too cruel to withstand it without her, but even the thought hurt sometimes, hurt and confused him more.
It was the soul-mate idea versus what he could find along his way, and what she could find along her way too.
One day he sat down on a park-bench and grasped that life had not only one direction and that he was not necessarily fated to walk to her in his life. Why so? Was there not enough suffering out there just to deal with corny things?
And then the years went by..
Went by for both, and she knew the side of life he had always seen with different glasses. He was around the corner? she was around the corner?
One day they met in the most unlikely setting, but just met when the life they were fated to share and face together had been left behind rippd to pieces. There was only disilusionment, tiredness, and hopelessness in their hearts. Or is it that they really shared it that way...?
And they got together just sharing a feeling that there was something in common. And life and struggles wore them out even more, even to the point where they wished not to have met.
There was an irony in all this story, but life is made of ironies, sudden twists of destiny, sudden interruptions and unexpected change of courses in life.... "to many things to deal with"She usually said.
And one day, almost by accident. He watched a video clip of a song, a song of those young years of his confusion, of those years where he was introduced to the world just to fail. A song that talked about that rebellious girl that was searching something undefined, and then he could recognised her after he had seen her as a strange.
And he wept, he wept tears of hopelessness and tiredness.
One more time.
Beside me... on my bed - the pillow is empty.
In the darkness I imagine a body beneath the blankets
WIth a gentle face upon the pillow
- Resting gently
Sleeping peacefully...
But in the harsh light of the early dawn
I realise
- The pillow is empty
- The blankets are flat
And the face I imagine is only in my dreams...
Oh to wake
In the morning
And see that face
Beside me
Once more...
We waited for so long ...
And that never would know what love is,
Came into my life to change the time,
To change course and my craving for love ...
I talk,
Tell my things, my intimate yearnings,
Lost my childhood, the yearning for love ...
And over time, without realising it,
Day by day, we began to think,
Days were hours, hours minutes,
Second minute without being able to return to wait and see now without daring
To tell my truth ...
Since you know, I loved you in silence
I liked your kisses, and you can hug,
But I fear, much fear,
To say I love you .... And lose your friendship.
I quiver, the day is here an no time is left.
when heavens will fall, when life is bereft
in despair I craze, must I part with my bliss ?
wounded my heart; aches for the slaking kiss
woe to me; o why did I love my only friend.
twinge lurks in every shadow; times to an end.
My misery unheard; why should it so descend,
its farewell then? that's fate? Can’t we pretend?
I'll befuddle, stare the roof in an empty bed.
punishing my ears; straining for your tread,
yearn for your gleaming eyes, to hold your hand
lingering memories, empty fists an shifting sand
O’ I breathe your smile, softly call your name,
days an nights merge to mingle with your frame
my life forever changed never to be the same
I wish you knew dear, that this isn’t just a game
lucky I am to have felt this intense emotion.
to remain my obsession, my life’s only notion,
I writhe and consume what we could be together.
Wafting of a breeze the feel of a silky feather
Times flown; my hair graying my soul is fraying
you across oceans, I impaled, alone, slaying
Solace In memories or pretense in praying
Gaping, aping, numbed an silent yet saying
You smile to me through the world of flowers
Shine an gleam at me in the vastness of stars
you brighten each year with the colors of spring
lend your sweet incense to each an every thing
I’ve felt you in blistering deserts in gales an pouring rain
As events drag my body and make me go insane
Forever I relive goodbyes an feel the wrenching pain,
If I had the gift of lives, I would love you again an again!
The rain falls regardless if you have a coat or none.But one thing always holds him, somewhere,someone's willing to get soaked with you.Rain or shine,I'll be with you.
If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.
Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.
For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?.
Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why"
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.
this is a poem i wrote:
With beautiful waves of golden brown hair,
her beauty caught my eye and i couldnt help but stare
I want to tell her how i feel
but i cant get up the courage to deal
with how she makes me nervous and butterflies in my stomach fly
she makes me feel as if i could touch the sky
the ground seems to disappear beneath my feet
everytime i try to greet
this beautiful girl that has caught my eye
i hope she will give a chance to this guy . . . . .