https://www.istorya.net/forums/blog.php?171889-neversaydie en Wed, 20 May 2026 13:41:03 GMT vBulletin 300 https://www.istorya.net/forums/images/metro/blue/misc/rss.jpg https://www.istorya.net/forums/blog.php?171889-neversaydie https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2369-Have-a-break-and-enjoy-nature Wed, 11 Jun 2014 02:53:34 GMT Want to have summer the entire year?

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http://www.istorya.net/forums/everyt...l#post16490366 ]]> neversaydie https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2369-Have-a-break-and-enjoy-nature https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2184-Untitled Wed, 19 Jun 2013 20:40:38 GMT It was that day that I can't remember how I met you,
I can only remember your scent that surrounds the place where we are into.
The sound of silence breaks my soul, when a touch of you made me whole.

I found the best of me, thinking what you have made me.


You are the being that makes my everything,
A life in it's beginning, when it’s started to end.

Our ways seem to cross on it’s parallel sideway,
How could I hold thy hands when time don’t even let me stand.

I am on this everlasting, never ending thought, thinking of why we are together brought,
Seeking for unreciprocated questions, that could never be commenced.

It’s tough for me to grasp, thy word , thy hand , when no one seemed to understand.

As I lay may head on this silent bed, I gaze in dreaming of you instead.

This is the only way I could be with you, even if you vanish into my sorrow,

Let my tears fall, let my heart ache, this melancholy will break, when I am wide awake. ]]> neversaydie https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2184-Untitled https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2168-si-DUKA Mon, 03 Jun 2013 16:37:28 GMT There are times that I long for you and needed you.
Those sleepness nights, days, and weeks..are hard enough without you.
You just got out of nowhere, just a drink and you disappear. . .
There are times when you're there, feels like dying.
When I cannot control myself and close my eyes.
when I need you and you came, feels like heaven until morning.
When you're with me, my mood swings.
You're uncontrolable, makes me comfortable.
When I want to be silent, I just love it when you come.
I just close my eyes and let you in my veins run.
You makee me late, when I am fighting with that you early mornings.
When I need to rest , I let you win. When at work, the hardest battle that I have to win, and be with you when my break starts to ring.
When the alarm sings, I'll fight with you again, But I'll take caffiene so I could win.

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P.S

(tungod ranis kaduka lols :D) ]]> neversaydie https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2168-si-DUKA https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2124-missing-you Fri, 29 Mar 2013 15:31:53 GMT I just met you,
But we shared each others life.
You cared for me as no one does,
I felt the love that I always wanted,
I know you are the one,I have loved you, you're special.
I missed you when we cannot talk,
I missed you more when you're busy,
I am missing you everyday,
I always go back to our memories,
The bond that we have will never be broken,
I will take care of this, and will wait for you again.
Your smile, your words, your touch, your kiss lingers me.
I will always treasure and cherish what we had,
In this world that we have made will always remain.
And when I wake up I will always hold on to this dream,
The dream that could possibly always be in a dream. ]]> neversaydie https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2124-missing-you https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2071-maybe Sat, 26 Jan 2013 23:23:39 GMT Life is somehow ironic. When you want something, you could have that or have something else better, or something that you do not want.
does it happen to love as well?
I have learned that if you want to be in a position, you have to work for it, if you want to have those luxurius things that could make your life better, you have to work it, if you want to have money you have to work for it.
In love, do you have to work for the one you love so you can have him/her?
How is it possible to work for it if in the first place, they already have thier owners?
do we have to wait for them to be a second hand, so we can have them ? how long does it takes to wait?
Someone had told me that, do not look far, perhaps the one that you're looking for is in front of you. you just have to see it.
But what if that is not the one I want? what could be more to love , life...
does this implies the discontentment of my being?
what do I have to work for?
things in this world come and go, change is invetable. yet we tend to look for more. . .
what lies ahead of us... what tomorrow could bring?
Perhaps we have to accept what we have now, learn to improve and learn to enhance it. work for it now.. . sow what you want to reap...

perhaps tomorrow would bring happiness..

maybe, tomorrow. . . maybe . . . ]]> neversaydie https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2071-maybe https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2057-Beyond-forgetting-Rolando-A-Carbonell Fri, 11 Jan 2013 20:26:44 GMT For a moment I thought I could forget you. For a moment I thought I could still the restlessness in my heart. I thought the past could no longer haunt me-nor hurt me. How wrong I was! For the past, no matter how distant is as much a part of me as life itself. And you are part of that life. You are so much a part of me-of my dreams, my early hopes, my youth and my ambitions-that in all my tasks I can’t help remembering you. Many little delights and things remind me of you. Yes, I came. And would my pride mock my real feelings? Would the love song, the sweet and lovely smile on your face, be lost among the deepening shadows? I have wanted to be alone. I thought I could make myself forget you in silence and in song... And yet I remembered. For who could forget the memory of the once lovely, the once beautiful, the once happy world such as ours? I came because the song that I kept through the years I waiting to be sung. I cannot sing it without you. The song when sung lone will lose the essence of its tune, because you and I had been one. I have wanted this misery to end, because it is part of my restlessness. Can’t you understand? Can’t you divine the depth and the tenderness of my feelings towards you? Yes, can’t you see how I suffer in this even darkness without you? You went away because you mistook my silence for indifference. But silence, my dear, is the language of my heart. For how could I essay the intensity of my love when silence speaks a more eloquent tone? But, perhaps you didn’t understand... Remember, I came, because the gnawing loneliness is there and will not be lost until the music is sung, until the poem is heard, until the silence is understood... until you come to me again. For you alone can blend music and memory into one consuming ecstasy. You alone.... ===================================== losing someone you have loved with all your life, will always leave an empty space, that only, that someone could fill... For a moment I thought I could forget you. For a moment I thought I could still the restlessness in my heart. I thought the past could no longer haunt me-nor hurt me. How wrong I was! For the past, no matter how distant is as much a part of me as life itself. And you are part of that life. You are so much a part of me-of my dreams, my early hopes, my youth and my ambitions-that in all my tasks I can’t help remembering you. Many little delights and things remind me of you. Yes, I came. And would my pride mock my real feelings? Would the love song, the sweet and lovely smile on your face, be lost among the deepening shadows? I have wanted to be alone. I thought I could make myself forget you in silence and in song... And yet I remembered. For who could forget the memory of the once lovely, the once beautiful, the once happy world such as ours? I came because the song that I kept through the years I waiting to be sung. I cannot sing it without you. The song when sung lone will lose the essence of its tune, because you and I had been one. I have wanted this misery to end, because it is part of my restlessness. Can’t you understand? Can’t you divine the depth and the tenderness of my feelings towards you? Yes, can’t you see how I suffer in this even darkness without you? You went away because you mistook my silence for indifference. But silence, my dear, is the language of my heart. For how could I essay the intensity of my love when silence speaks a more eloquent tone? But, perhaps you didn’t understand... Remember, I came, because the gnawing loneliness is there and will not be lost until the music is sung, until the poem is heard, until the silence is understood... until you come to me again. For you alone can blend music and memory into one consuming ecstasy. You alone....

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losing someone you have loved with all your life, will always leave an empty space, that only, that someone could fill... ]]> neversaydie https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2057-Beyond-forgetting-Rolando-A-Carbonell