Chasing, rushing, grasping on
Falling, running, can't keep up
Your lyric is my melody
My pulse, your heartbeat
Couldn't quite say it
but felt it in your hot gaze.
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 8:08 PM UTC
What happened to those days
when you work to live
and not live to work.
When a slice of pizza cost a dollar
and people fell in love in person, not online.
What happen to those days
when every other movie wasn't about
a vampire, an alien, or a zombie
but were based on real life.
What happen to those days
when people would discuss articles in the paper
instead if ignoring each other on the train
with their iPads and Kindles.
I miss those days
because life isn't the same without them.
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 8:10 PM UTC
I fell in love as soon as I saw you.
Your large dark brown eyes filled my world.
My four legged friend, my confidante.
I didn't know I could love someone like that.
My loyal companion, you saw me through
the best of times and the very worst of times.
As long as you were by my side
I felt happiness like never before.
And now that you are gone
the memories of you live on.
Till we meet again, my best friend Winnie.
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 7:53 PM UTC
I love....
The feeling of a first date, the anticipation of it.
I love...
Going to the beach, the warm sand beneath my toes.
I love...
The first sip of coffee, on a cold winter morning.
I love...
That first delicious bite of a warm slice of gooey pizza.
I love...
listening to my favorite song on the radio, first thing in the morning.
I love...
those long intoxicating kisses, before you say goodbye.
I love...
the annoying way you flip through the channels on television.
I love...
that loving gaze that lingers just long enough.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 8:54 PM UTC
I'm sick of you.
I though you should know that.
By the way I think you knew that already.
Those charlatans and two faced fellows,
hypocrites and raconteurs, I think we deserve a better kind of people,
Your the vile ugliness that wears its artifice with its pride.
Those who work hard, day and night
those noble people who wear their lives out trying to make
a buck to live on. We deserve better.
I'm sick of you, and you know who you are.
All of you who wear those fake smiles, perhaps to hide
the ugliness that lies beneath.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 12:19 PM UTC