July 2011
1 post
after a year, i find i have something to write.
~you drift apart and when time comes you still find you have nothing to talk about. pity your relationship.
October 2009
3 posts
Listen
okay, so here’s a truth i’m not too proud to say.
i wait for your text, each and every time i check my cell for a new message, i wait for an unknown number to appear. *ya, i deleted your number just for the thought of deleting it.*
i search for your face, each time i go to school or a place where we would usually hang, i scan the area like a trained dog, sniffing around for a...
September 2009
1 post
here's another truth.
i shouldn’t care, i’ve already move on, but one can never totally forget. no one can ever totally forget, even patients with amnesia have dreams about their past. even crazy people have their “lucid” intervals. even patients with alzhiemer’s….. we all know where that’s going.
i loved him, the moment everything went wrong.
the moment i said goodbye.
then...
August 2009
15 posts
i wonder....
how it feels to die…. though i’m living an almost perfect life,
i wonder.
blood dripping down these snow white arms…
heartbeat fading with every breath.
you’d feel the pain, eating up all that’s keeping you from falling.
but the best ecstasy is that which numbs all the senses,
with one cut, one kill.
the best ecstasy, is seeing the good ones falter, like...
a puppeteer no more...
no strings attached, i’m not a puppeteer, no strings at all, i won’t play your heart my dear, so hand me the sharpest scissors and let the whole world know.. i’m cutting all strings attached, i’m finally letting go.
i fell inlove with a memory…
i fell inlove with my story.
i was inlove, i’ll let the whole world know.
i am inlove, with the one i let go.
aFFiliation101608
i liked it when you held my hand
i actually wanted to stop time just so you could hold my hand for a little longer.
i felt you weren’t gonna let go,
but you never forced me to stay..
once in a while the memories slip in,
and i can’t help but wish i could have had more time.
i don’t regret what i said.
but i still keep thinking about how things would be if i took the other...
“Make your own recovery the first priority in your life.”
– Robin Norwood
“Real strength is not just a condition of one’s muscle, but a tenderness in...”
– McCallister Dodds
july20'08
giving in to something you secretly want is both easy and har. eady because you don’t really have to force yourself to give in. hard because people around you just can’t understand how badly you want it because they can’t see beneath the exterior you so unwillingly created to conceal the longing inside.
-_-
july04'08
only someone who cares enough to see me when noone else is looking could see how much i’m hurting. only someone who looks hard enough to see beyond my smiles could see how much pain i’m in. only someone who’s brave enough to ask and stay to hear the answer could know how much i’m breaking.
…i’m not emotional, i’m just not okay.-_-
“Dreams are postcards from our subconscious, inner self to outer self, right...”
– Dennis Koenig and Jordan Budde
1 tag
just a Short Quiz....
she looked at herself in the mirror and saw that everything was falling apart. she knew if she stayed any longer she would break down and cry and though it was against her will, she stepped out of the house and painted that radiant smile on her face that everybody wanted to see. she was hurting deep inside but she knows that she finally set herself free when she told him she had enough. that of...
...12/14/08
in silence, i listen to my watch’s timed ticking and the wind’s holy whisper. i find my sanctuary in the beautiful melody of heartbeats molding together, melting in the warmth of each other’s love, becoming one in the process. it’s not just love, it’s the satisfaction of being beside you, right here beside you i could die happy. could you say the same? when i touch...
cause that’s what we do. as recievers, all we could do is accept the pain, overlook all heartaches and live through each day allowing the other to learn from their mistakes the kindest possible way…-_-
July 2009
9 posts
june23,'08
i want to cry
i don’t know why
all this time
i’ve been living a lie
the perfect team
was just a joke
the perfect old man
was a cheating bloke
i want to cry
i don’t know why
i don’t fear death
but i’m afraid to die
i feel the agony
i taste the pain
i’m breaking outside
inside i’m broken
i want to cry
i don’t know why
i’m...
june18,'08
it will be hard to recover if ever possible, once you both have fallen into a dark pit where all you can see is the image you remember of the other person.
when it is dark, you see nothing, yet the power of memory and imagination can always give you a painted picture, colored or black and white, of the person standing right in front of you.
it’s always your call, but once the friendship is...
june16,'08
in my silence i find thoughts that overcrowd the restless mind of a restless soul. each thought seemed a mile farther away from answers to clear things up. questions dance in my mind like honeybees, every move choreographed by uncertainties with the music of a confused heart playing in the background. would it be wrong to approach? should the space between us two remain forever a battlefield i do...
june12,'08
i’m reaching out my hand to you
can’t you atleast try to hold on
cause my heart is hanging on too
and it’s bound to let go someday soon.
my friend i need my diary
a person i could trust
my friend i need you loyalty
my friend i’m falling fast.
i’m losing track of who i am
i’m starting to miss who i was
i’m turning sick thinking hard
asking...
“You always ask me if I am happy even if you know I am not. And I always say I...”
– (via mittelschmerz)
if.... *something i wrote a long time ago...*
leeyan:
If you can love me without breaking my heart
Promise me we’ll never part
If I can talk to you without moving my mouth
Would you understand my pains and my doubts?
If you can see me with your eyes close
If you can give me a single white rose
If you can open a dozen doors
Sweep me off with a silvery white horse.
If your heart could tell me that you are true
And give me that trust...
june12,'08
people change and things are never the same. we live and we learn and we hurt and we grow and no matter how hard we try to hold on to what we were, being what we are now is always as unevitable as death itself…
-LGP-_-