You don't look for It
It looks for you.
And only when
It's finally with you
Will you realize
That you weren't
The one who found It.
It found you
In its own time
In its own pace.
And after all,
It found you
At the right time
At the right pace.
It knows when to put
Everything in place.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
I write because I'm a whirlwind of emotions--
I'm happy, I'm sad
I'm carefree, I'm mad.
I write because I'm an eternal dreamer--
I wanna be this and that
And push myself to be this and that.
I write because I'm a believer--
I marvel at this world's beauty
Despite its irrationalities and craziness.
I write because I'm a living creature--
I strive to make my existence meaningful
By seeking the good amidst turmoil.
I write because I'm but a wandering soul
With a burning heart
In this world I can only pass once.
I write
Just because--
And that's more than enough.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
I'm in love
With the idea of us
And it scares
The **** out of me--
I always end up
Getting pointlessly hurt
When I let my mind
Stray from reality.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
Indeed
One can't buy family
Or friendship
Or love
Or lasting happiness.
But to say that
The best things in life are free
Is to consider only
The absence of monetary value.
Sacrifices must be made
To keep a family intact.
Courage must be gathered
To sincerely apologize to a friend.
Acceptance is called for
To love unconditionally.
Leaps of faith are needed
To even have a shot at happiness.
Nothing is absolutely free
Especially the best things in life
For they demand
the greatest investment of all--
That is
Oneself
Without any reservation.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
That you tell me
you love me because
I am patient
and intelligent
and slow to anger
sacres me;
For what if one day
my patience runs out
and I become narrow-minded
and irrational
and irritable--
Will you still love me?
Will you still love me
if I change through time?
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
Did anyone ever write about you
when you were alive?
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
Sometimes it's best to drop them and enjoy being surprised.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
Though such gift is a brush
That can paint the heart's desires
It can also be a blindfold
That keeps reality out of sight.
Use with caution.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
Sing to me, sweet nightingale
Sing and drive my fears away;
Sleeping's but a game with death--
I might wake up, I might not.
If I don't wake with the sun
My soul will still be grateful
For 'twas your song that gave it
Peace in eternal slumber.
But if I get to wake up
It will be another day
And tonight's rest will make it
Much different from today.
You see, my sweet nightingale,
One thing is true either way:
You play an important part
In my trusting taunting fate.
So please sing, sweet nightingale
Fill my ears with solitude.
Sing of love.
Sing of joy.
Sing of peace.
Sing of hope.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
I
Pray someday
You let people
love you;
For no matter
How broken
Or empty
You claim to be,
There's
That goodness
In you
That's worth loving
A million times over.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC