Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Sleeping at Last

Sleeping at Last


Sleeping at Last

You taught me the courage of stars before you left.
 How light carries on endlessly, even after death.
 With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite.
 How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.

 I couldn’t help but ask
 For you to say it all again.
 I tried to write it down
 But I could never find a pen.
 I’d give anything to hear
 You say it one more time,
 That the universe was made
 Just to be seen by my eyes.

 With shortness of breath, I’ll explain the infinite
 How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist.

Song by a band called Saturn



   


Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Life is moving on.....why am i still stagnant...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when your sweet memories came back again
they came along with a silent pain
because now you were nowhere near...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when in my mind came your face so fine
you can never be mine
to me you had made that so clear...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when i was unable to find out why you did not love me,
what reason could it be
was it someone else?? i was haunted by this fear...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when i found out that you were made for someone else only
my heart broke i felt so lonely
because iv been loving you for years...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when everything is over now
in front of my fate i had to bow
but you were the only one whom i had ever loved my dear...

- wrote this when i was in high school

A self portrait, in my deepest darkest hours.....Missing Gabbar...coming back home is the hardest thing to do now. Not having him at the door with the 1st ring of the doorbell, and jumping all over me.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Heart broken can be mended, cracks remain forever

Heart broken can be mended, cracks remain forever...

A self portrait
at home
Olympus C170/D425



I look into the mirror
only to see
an empty frame of broken pieces,
images of me.

Love and pain go hand in hand. I'll continue this soon.

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