To think about you, i wont
mouth your name in my sleep, i won't
wake up wishing you were here, i won't
forget you, i will


Dreams are a ***** though,
memories too.
Love songs are beautiful,
Tulips too.

However Tulips wither and die the moment they bloom
my tulip only grows,even after the bloom
in any and every weather fault
and in any disaster, it never falls

Summer
Spring
Winter,
and then back to fall

to think about you, I did
mouthed your name over and over in my sleep,I do
wake up wishing you were here,every night
forget you, I tried.

I’m sick of this world
My fates are cruel
Destinies are full of wrath
Lucks are undecided

Everyday, I , my life , my soul are tortured by this fateful reality
I have to suppress everything, have to endure everything that comes

I've been in this dark side of the world
Deep in the shadow full of despair
I cannot see the light until I was a man
Still it was nothing....
But BLINDED by LIGHT.

"YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO DIE."
Okay, I won't.
My life means something to someone
Someone.
I am not allowed to die.
That makes things a helluva lot easier.
Not an option.
No. Don't even have to let my mind
linger
for a minute
For a minute, I can go on living.

Something draws you in and you reach out a hand.
Don’t know why, it just happens that way sometimes.
You make a statement and get a response. The smiling kind.
So goes the give and take of acquaintance but there is more.
Sometimes there is a special connection, something you see,
Something the other person sees, feels that builds a friendship.
Laughter is easy, fun. You are you and they are they.
You see some of what indicates so much more.

They see enough to want to learn more, share more, listen more, tell more.
Friendship is a smooth and gliding road; times of great speed and times of coasting pleasure.
We like the ride as we pedal along taking in the warm sunshine,
Delighting in unexpected moments of fun.
Sometimes there are bumps in the road and we even fall over a cliff but there is that hand; that friend’s hand.
The hand that belongs to the person who understands, who cares and tries hard to make us reach up and grab hold.
That friend is a special friend. One who doesn’t give up.  
Sometimes we don’t see our friend a lot or sometimes they are a new friend but a true friend nonetheless.
And sometimes they are a friend we have never actually met but we are close in spite of that.

I am guilty of sometimes not making sure my friends know I value them.
We all let the moments slip by. We have busy lives and we don’t always think.
We don’t always think of how much our friends give us and that to keep the bond strong we have to give back too and make sure they know how special they are to us.
My friends are like my family only better. I didn’t get to pick my family but I picked my friends or they picked me and I am so glad they did.
Whether meeting by accident or by design we have been thrown together and I am so glad we have been.

Way back when, my Grade 1 teacher wrote in my autograph book;
“Make new friends
but keep the old.
One is silver,
The other gold.”

I hate that you're depressed
because
you are so
beautiful.

I do love you,
even if
we just met.

You are perfect.
Those scars on your
thighs
are
destroying
you.

I hate how it
Poisons your
Bloodstream,
Making you cut open
your skin
in ribbons.

Stop

Please stop.

Chase me
I will run
a dangerous race.

Praise me,
I will ignore headlines
and writing in the sky.

Anchor my heart
against insistent
waves.

Quell my
woody-stemmed love
afraid to grow.

Show me knowledge.
Contain my spirit.
Stay near.

Capture me
with tender hands.
Knead my soul until I rise.

I want to roll over in the night and feel your enchanting presence.
You're intoxicating.
I want to feel your arm flop over my torso in the night, and hear your sleepy whimpers.
Being with you makes me weak in the loveliest of ways.
Why, I could lie awake and listen as you breathe, watch your lungs as they tactfully rise up and down, for hours.
You, my dear, are mesmeric. Trance-enduring, and ever so magnificent.
You're the exact thing i've been fantasising about. You're the escape I need to keep myself sane in the audacity that's more commonly known as reality.

You're my one and only.