I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens
Only something in me understand
The look of your eyes is deeper than all roses
No, not even the rain has such small hands.
I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens
Only something in me understand
The look of your eyes is deeper than all roses
No, not even the rain has such small hands.
I am the captain of my fate..
I am the captain of my soul..
john keats
john keats,
john keats,
john, put your sweater on - Seymour Glass

heheheh this is a poem i'd written last July 16, 2005drama kaayo
pero share nako ninyo
How I wish I can forget you
And how much you mean to me
Coz now my heart is so lonely
Why did I drove you away
When I should have made you stay
Now I'm here all alone
No one to call my own
Sometimes the memories makes me cry
Sometimes I wish I'll just die
You were the only one who made me strong
Made me feel that I belong
You comforted me when I was down
And made my world turn around.
Now all I feel is emptiness
My heart is engulfed by loneliness
Longing... wishing hopelessly
That in my life you'll come back and stay...
PS. This poem is no longer applicable to my present situation coz happy nako :mrgreen:
I saw a lioness who devoured her counterpart.
She had a Courier with authority that could oppose those
who attempt to do harlotry with her. She seduced those
who were weak through her Courier.
Wisdom is needed here. To understand the mystery of the
Courier, it begins with a count that is equivalent to Six hundred thirty-
nine or the point of origin if spoken in Rene DesCartes terms.
The Courier was allowed to speak and to have those who were
seduced, want to speak to him. And then the lioness used the
Courier to scorn those who have already been sealed with
her spell of extravagant admiration. The lioness was smart,
tactical to leave those who were gullible to be left with unrighteous
craving for the sinister agent. This agent is tantamount to a drug.
But they will overcome the lioness, for she will become just another
predecessor. The wrath of indignation will come upon her. And then
the crouching tiger will be revealed. Her stern-faced arrogance will beat
that of the lion for the crouching tiger is more sophisticated for she
looked like a bear but could devour just like the lion. Even then, those who
are dynamic will overcome the crouching tiger for deep in the darkness,
rests the hidden dragon.
Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held just One
And Immortality!

i never get tired of this poem. twas also read in patch adams
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
-Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

all is pain when all is too late
--- sparasalve

with all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
be cheerful.
Strive to be happy
- desiderata
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