I love thee because I can't finish writing my book.
I love thee because you can be a lyric to a song.
That's why I love writing poems.
10.3.10
Neath the love Neath the lies Lays the soul that bids goodbye. Neath the tears Neath the fears the abundant laughter waiting to explode. Neath the clouds Neath the skies The sun waiting to shine.
Neath the hate Neath the curse The smile unhinge the heart survives.
Thank you for the heartbreak. For enriching my world With tears and sadness. For the pieces that I've picked and pasted.
Thank you for the heartache. That enriches my soul. The endless flow of clouds On my endless rainy days.
Thank you for the weakness Thank you for the strength The love that tasted bitter The love that was never there.
Thank you for the darkness. Where I found the light Thank you for the friendship Thank you for the lies.
Thank you for the goodbyes Thank you for the hellos Thank you for showing me where my heart is And thank you for breaking it to pieces.
I wanted to say hi. But words fell on the sideways. searching for that familiar tune, Humming in my memory.
Time turned, time ticked Filling the empty spaces. Neath the mangled words, my empty days.
I wanted to say hello. And wanted to ask why. But words fell on the sideways, All the hurt I now hide.
9.3.10
be still 07/09/09
keep still my heart, please learn it learn to let go, to bid it to calm down not to panic when it's time to let go time to farewell.
keep still my heart, stop aching a day will come when you'll be healing learn to let go, learn to farewell as you know, the heart that just went loves you as well, and he said forever
keep still my heart, please learn it don't be obstinate you can say it you will learn to heal, i know it
keep still my heart, please say it let go. learn it. say goodbye now. its not forever.
i'd like to write this with my hand. with the flick of my wrist. With the stroke of my fingers. With a pencil held between it. i'd like my thoughts in it. My shadow, my stares, my laughter, and the tears behind it. i'd like to write this with my palm caressing the paper. with my eyes on the lines, careful not to write beyond it. with the ink dripping on the pages. bonding with the paper, as one, conveying a message. Hoping you'd have a glimpse of the light behind the words. The beating of the heart of the writer, i hope you'll hear. inside the pages, you'll taste my tears, hear the echoes of my whisper, the crackles of my laughter in the air. And lend me your shoulder to lean on. but now, just let your eyes taste the words... and feel. Feel the sensation touching your heart. reaching, reaching... endlessly. i've shared with you...... a piece of me. -cc-24/3/10