i have often wondered why crystals are unique.
Toućhe of thousand faces.
mankind as superior self, eradicates choices
Hath desire. hath fear.
i choose the prettiest face.
but it has a scar.
a scar from inside.
mind. unravel me.
when right is wrong and wrong is wrong,
i can't choose between right and wrong.
it feeds on my fear.
my fear to choose.

oh boy **** me
Not another line more
i swear i'll die
these words appear like aliens!
ok, we all wish World War never happened
And that great man didn't appear like fat chickens in the history book
I wish super man could have an evolutionary story
And comedy central with guns and hooks
I really wish that clock would tick by faster
And that Edison could have found a dart gun
And the best would be instead of him, if it could be me
i could have invented books that could run
i really wish Romeo wouldn't be obsessed with Juliet whole day
But focus a little on his PSP player
And i really hope Math could stop focussing on its X
Because it knows the reason Y!
i wish mom could stop snoring upstairs
And take a break with sleepwalk
i really hope my 11th grade crush shows up tomorrow
Or maybe at night in my house without a knock
i really wish i could stop yawning
And glaring at the midnight clock
I'm done with William Blake or Henry Quatermain!
I need some music, maybe some mainstream rock!
Gimme a break dad
i'll grow up someday
but for tonight
let the mocking bird wait.

I am in love with you

if only your dreams would stop haunting me

Your touch makes me shiver at night

A longing for fantasy beyond words

Proclaiming
" i ain't good!"
" i know no holy!"
" i am a demon"
thirsty for your soul.

Hath I cry
When mystery rain showers upon me
Dew stuck in malevolent red
Slowly dropping from feet to head
May my crimson be the shade of immortality!
I have seen the orange skies cry
I have seen the mid summer bird
I have seen frost when it flies
I have seen my petal crumble in days
When love broke from its shackle
I have seen my seeds fly endless journies!
Flurry of wind, flurry of skies!
Oh fly to some distant land
May you grow a new pair of crimson wings
Where there are others
Blooming and smiling in the spring!
I have lost my self alone
In this bitter darkness dear one
Become my red, become my love,
Become me!
Hath I cry with strong desire
Become my unfulfilled thee

Dear John,
                  John, my dear dear one. This is my last letter to you. I know we have been through a lot, through storms and laughters, but i have loved you always. I know that you never showed it but you have loved me all along, that's what love is. The tear drops are splattered all over the page. I have been crying. You love her, she is the one. Not me. But John, I'll be happy knowing that you wanted me back. Its painful but true. I really, really love you. Deeply. You'll be mine... Forever.
                                                                                            Love always,
                                                                                                                   Jen.

Tommorow was the day
Yes I'd be married
My love, my life.
My dear wonderful wife.
Jessica, I have prepared my vows.
"Have you?" She asked with wide glistening eyes.
I thought I felt paradise.
She handed me her vows
And kissed me and I read
"Dear Jaden,
Remember how you tripped the moment you saw me?
I swear I never felt happy anymore in my life.
Remember the chocolates and your bunking classes?
Remember how you broke my window glasses?
Remember the sunset?
Remember us wild?
Remember how we kissed?
Remember how we cried
Oh my selfish selfish self!
I left my family
My room
My mothers touch
And now you are talking about vows...do they fit right?
I promise to love you as much as I do today night.
Relieve your pain, fix your tuxedo young man  because, I"ll be the one in white.

Dear dear one. That august farewell made me think about you again, between hasty green meadows and wild stubborn red roses.
They cry for your love.
For your touch.
For your grace.
I miss your touch.
I miss your taste.
I miss your smell.
Your smell of old novels.


I could read every chapter of yours. Oh how abundant of your sadness wept. When Jesus carried his noble men in his arms. I would divide waters and bring blood to land if not for our love. your love. my love. Hath i cry !
Stubborn through my veins!
Bring me love!
Bring me an angel without wings!
So that she may not fly away from me.

I read in an old novel of mine. When Christopher cut Jaden's arm for the love of his maiden. i would cut my own for yours.
Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.
Clink to the cup of joy.
Oh blessed daughter of Mary
Bless me with your love.
I smell old novels
But your smell is lovely enough.