She's my Friday,
I am her Monday.

Love,

I always stare at the skies, wondering if there's somehow a chance that stars could meet the ground, then I remember you,

The distance that separates me from you always brought me to a desire of meeting you personally someday,

I'll make a cup of your favorite black coffee and we'll drink on a couple mug, we'll share the best smiles that will complete our day,

We'll visit every bookstores, old places, museums and we'll captured photographs of us that will be kept for years in our life's timeline,

And I'll rest in your arms while we're looking at the beautiful night sky, lay my head on your chest and sleep with the melody of your heartbeats as my lullaby,

If the universe allows us to meet, I won't miss every single moment to show you how much I love you.

Like those little stellar, I will fall for you once and I'll keep the memories we will make. Just wait for me, Love, cause' I'll be there,

Someday.....................in perfect time

You may fall like those leaves during autumn but you can still bloom like those blossoms during spring.

I remember Daddy's feet
The feet that would walk on thorns for long miles to to make sure we were fed.

I remember Daddy's hand that would fold up in prayer for us
The hands that would wrap themselves around my tiny frame to show love .

I remember Daddy's shoulder ,broad and large as the whole world ,that was my favourite tower as a child.

I remember Daddy's Smile that would banish all tears
And my mum smiling back each time was the miracle of love.

I remember Daddy's large heart
Not what he gained but what he gave ,the heart that would give until in ran empty.

And an old irreligious man once told me ;If there is another world he will be in it ,if not he made the best of this. Weep not because he died but smile because he lived.

I want to fall in love again,

Not with sweet words but with efforts,
not with looks but with soul,
not with promises but with sacrifices.

I want to fall in love again,
but not the way I did before.

just the time
i thought that
there's no more
hope, the same
time a ray of light
crossed right
before my eyes.

just the time
i thought i lost
it all together
the same time
i realized i have
nothing more to
lose and be grateful
for what i have.

just the time
i thought love
isn't for me,
the same time
someone came
knocking on my door
asking for a chance.

just the time
i thought to myself
to give up,
to let myself be
drowned to storms
of life, the same
time the storm ceases.

now, i realized
i just have to wait,
be patient and believe
that everything is
just right on time.

She's dancing
in my mind without
care of the world,
and I love how
she invades my thoughts
and how I smile
when I think of her.

I always love the sky,

When it turns into yellow
and started to warm my
skin with the comfort of its hotness.

When it turns into orange
and started to became a vintage
scenery that reminds me to rest.

And when it turns into gray
and started to fall the heavy tears
embracing my soul with its coldness.

I always love the sky,
for it reminds me that my life
can be an exquisite scenery.

Now, I can't help falling in love
with every shades of its hue,
because Love, that sky is you.

First loves. First butterflies. First plans. First dates. First time you had your heart ripped apart.

First love smells like grass freshly mown, with the feeling of satisfaction and being one with something better than yourself.

First love tastes like melted chocolate in your mouth, that feeling of addiction which you want to deny exists but in your heart you know it is there.

First love consists of stolen glances. When you want to pretend that you’re not looking and maybe, that you do not care, but you care so much that your heart might just pop out.

First love reminds you of that one time, when you believed that anything was possible. When you believed that everything was going to turn out all right.

First love is about the plans that were never executed. The dreams that were lost in the long dark nights. First love is about the time when you were broken beyond mend. It is about realizing that you are stronger than you believe you are.

First loves. First kisses. First night holding their hand and feeling complete. Of teary eyed goodbyes and crying your heart out alone. When you do not remember how you lived your life before you fell in love.

The highest of highs. The lowest of lows. With just one question at the end.

Was the high worth the pain?

Today I saw God dressed in tattered clothes with a bowl in his hand begging bread ,I could count his ribs from the hunger pangs.God was so skinny.

Today is saw God confined in a tiny cell for a crime he committed or perhaps he didn't commit ,He was dressed in black and white stripes, all alone and forsaken.

Today I saw God sick and writhing in pain in an hospital bed with none besides Him to comfort him.God had been sick many days.

Today I saw God lost in the big city ,with no friends or relatives to take him in ,he slept there in the open street battered with the cold under the starry heavens .He who created the heavens and earth had no where to sleep.

Today I saw God in the streets ,in the prison ,in the hospital while I was hurrying to go and meet Him in the grand cathedral ,today I saw God and I almost passed him by.

This is how I want us to end;

I want it to be memorable,
happy, and romantic.
I want us to end while watching
the sunset by the beach.
I want us to hold hands and
kiss until the very last moment.
I will tell you how much
I adore you this past few years.
I want to tell you that I
want to be with you forever.

I want the end of us,
to be the day that one of us
reached the end of lifetime.

You said you're fine
although you're not.

Your lifeless eyes told
me that you lied.
Your body is warm but
you are dead inside.

Let me hug you for a moment.

Child :Mother, what is poetry?

Mother :Listen child ,poetry is when you look at the moon and you would like to sleep on it.
It is when you touch the stars with your eyes.
Is when you feel good simply just admiring a flower or
feeling like a flower above an ocean ,on the wings of a seagull.
it's when you dye your hair
with the colours of the sunset
or when you dance on clouds
or travel among the planets
riding a comet.
It's when you're not afraid to cry
if a child smiles at you or if he cries too.
Poetry is when you talk to a tree
and you ask how its leaves are.
It's watching the city when it rains and see her sparkle like gemstones.
It is listening to the wind when it sings a song."

Child :Mom,now I know what poetry is.

Mother :What is it my darling ?

Child :It means to be a child forever

Meet me.

Meet me where the sun rains
and the rain shines,
Meet me, where the summers are freezing
and winters are melting.

Meet me where the winds are still,
and rivers flow upwards,
Where puddles are deep,
And oceans are shallow.

Meet me where the seas are fresh
and the lakes are salty,
Where in cemetry there's party
and orchestra there's mourning.

Meet me where the moon is yellow,
And the sun is grey,
Where age is constant,
And kids don't age.

Meet me at the end of the world,
I'll be waiting,
In a green field,
On a white horse
And you shall know though nature changes
My love will be forever unchanged.

If you can't tell me how you feel,
write it.

Write it in clean sheet,
or a brown paper bag,
you may write it in your email,
or on your tangible or digital note.
You may write it on my wall,
or on my arms, and palms.

Write everything you want to say.
Never hold it back.

I badly want to know you.
If you can't tell me, write it.

I never dreamed
of becoming a writer,
but I write.

I can't even say that
I am good at writing,
but still, I write.

I want to write
my heart out.
I want to exclaim my
thoughts, hoping that
someone out there
will understand me.

I wonder why I have always felt safe with you — like, how the raging storms in my heart come to still just be your mere touch; how your smooth voice calms my overflowing emotions, and how your gaze clears out the background noise and make me focus only on you.

My grandmother once told me, “Always choose the one that calms your heart and not the one that gives you butterflies.”

I was too young to understand then but now I know why.

Because in times when the world becomes too loud, I’d only go to you and you’ll make it all go away. When the people around me say a lot of irrelevant things, I’d only seek your advice and you’d make my mind at peace.

But most of all, when I asked myself what I really felt for you, there was no question or doubt that emerged from my mind —  my heart was still, it was calm.

My heart and mind were at peace in telling me this is love — a love that’s sure, freeing, and selfless. A love that didn’t come from chaos but a love that comes from love itself; so pure and one of a kind.

You went to the paper town,
and left me with paper cuts.
Let my paper plane be with you dear,
though you tore my paper heart.

Sail with my paper boat,
and burn my paper poems.
It's sad I can't be with you
on building your paper home.

Paper is the only place where
I wrote and drew our forever.
But I love you so, my paper girl,
I'm just done wasting papers.

However long and dark the night, Day is sure to break, And children rise to laughter, And birds to rapture wake.

However long the winter, Spring will surely come, Bringing gold of jonquil, Silver of flowering plum.

However deep the sorrow, However great the pain, Be sure that peace will follow, As sunlight follows rain.