You welcomed me
as if I were yours.

As if I were
your daughter,
your child,
your bright little sunshine.

You                   me
welcomed
like no one has before.
With bright smiles
and strong hugs,
you made sure
that I was
loved.

People
A, B, C, and D,
started getting along
and were
somewhat happy.
Who knew that a
Person F
would come and make
such a mess.
The letters started fighting,
hitting,
yelling,
shoving,
shouting.
No one liked that
Person F
who came and made so much distress.
But little did the letters know
that there were
more
letters still to show...

Person A
and
Person B
were together and
very happy.
Then came along a
Person C
and kinda ruined everything.
But to make things
a bit
more crazy,
came along a
Person D.
Now person
A, B, C, and D
are anything but happy.
Who knew that
letters of the alphabet
could be so nasty.

Digging through the things
you left.
Paychecks, bills;
it's such a mess.
The sight of your name
still brings tears
to my eyes.
I still don't know what brought you
your demise.
I come across a small yellow paper,
my hands shaking,
I wish I could see straighter.
I slowly read
the words on the page,
and my heart quickly fills with rage.
You shouldn't have left,
you should still be here!
Look what you've done!
I wipe a tear.
The yellow paper still in my hand,
so I decide to read
over it again.

I love you, my dear daughter. And I'll do anything for you.
     Wherever I'll be, I'll keep you with me.                                    

I read it again
and again,
and again.
Those sweet gentle words still resting
in my head.
You might not be here with us anymore,
but for some reason
I feel better than before.

You were never there.

And you never tried.

You had a chance,
but you stepped aside.

You never read me
stories,
or kissed me
good-night.

You never took me camping,
or even for a bike ride.

Now I'm a big girl,
and you can't buy me toys.

But that's ok,
cuz you never did in the first place,
though you had the choice.

i wanted you
to see
but you wouldn't open
your eyes.

i wanted you
to believe,
but all you wanted to you was die.

i wanted you
to feel,
but you ****** away.


i wanted you

to love,

but you didn't go that way.

You
reach
for
more,
as inside
of you is
a war. You
know you should
stop, but you simply
c   a   n   n   o   t   .
You take the needle,
and what's inside of it
is lethal. Your hand is
s   h  a   k  i   n  g   ,
you know you shouldn't be
taking. But you just can't wait
for that sensation, one that is beyond
explanation. You push it in, into your vein
and through your skin. You sit back,
relax and pray that someone
will find you before
it's too
late.

Your
kindness acts
as a house for me. Your
kind words make me feel warm
and cozy on                 the inside.
Even when                       there's a
  blizzard outside        my window,
   with      you      I      feel      warm.

I
was
a
star
you a
black hole.
You drew me in,
my heart and soul.
But you could not love,
for that part was fake.
And all you did
was make my
heart
b r e a k .

My
                     emotions;
tied      
                   together;
as is a        
                              French Braid.
Happiness,          
                         love.
Anger,                  
                     hate.
Which strand                  
                          should I pick;
which one                  
                         should I use?
Or should I                    
                       just let go
and let them                
                          all

   l   o   o   s   e  ?

Velvety
purple; bubble
gum pink. Soft, gentle
lavender, bright orange
a bit. A beautiful sunset;
the end of a day. I
hope to wake up
tomorrow and
see it
again.

Our
song
tonight
is playing on
the radio. I don't
know why I'm starting to
get tears in my eyes. Perhaps it's
all those things that you said
when you used to pull
me close and
whisper,

I love you more than ever.

After a while,
I start to forget.
From the last time I saw you,
to the moment we met.
Now,
you're just a blur;
and I don't want to remember
everything
we once
were.

There will always be another
                   
     
      n t
      u         a
    o                  i
     m                              n

that I'll have to move.
There will always be another battle,
and sometime I'll have to lose.

"Ugh, I feel like I'm doing this all wrong!"

I say, frustrated,
looking at my math paper.
The boy
in front of me turns around
and says,
"I feel like I'm doing life wrong, and I still keep going."

Today
I will take the thunder,
the rain.
It might never come again.

I will take the sunset
and the dawn.
Someday it will all be gone.

I will take my flaws
and my mistakes.
And hope that they will only last
for today.

We     haven't
exchanged     words       now
in        more      than      a     week.
Come   on,
talk   to .  me,
S P E A K !
I'm   desperate;
                                                          in   n e e d ,
I    need   you    to     speak.
I   can't    live    like   this,
I    need   it   to    stop.
Our     words   used   to    be   priceless,
and      now       we         don't         even       have      voices.

To be
old and wise,
you must first be
young and stupid.

Every time when you
argue,
my heart breaks.
Every time when you talk
about leaving,
I think it's because of my mistakes.
Every time that you
hurt me,
I try to hide the scars and make them fake.
Please don't do this to me...
please.

I know
I’m not always
the best I can be.
Sometimes
I am moody,
and sometimes
I’m mean.
But you use your patience
and your strong love, too.
And you’re always there
with me,
no matter what
I’m going though.

I
would have
behaved;
only there were
too many
other
options.

I'm trying not
to think
of you.
All I can see are those
icy eyes.
All I can hear are
those beautiful lies.
All I can feel is that
gentle touch.

I miss you so much.

Your
mind
is on vacation
but your
mouth
is working
overtime.

I could stare
into your eyes for
hours
at a time.

Your eyes.
A menace.
Yet something so precious.
Your look.
So cold.
Yet as valuable as gold.
Your touch.
So tough.
No feeling of love.
Your words.
A lie.
Only to hurt they try.
And you smile.
Oh, that smile!
Makes you forget about the rest.
Instantly...

your eyes are soft.

Your look is caring.

Your touch is gentle.

Your words are kind.

I want
to believe that
you left
at
the best
possible time.
When you and
the
big man upstairs
had talked
about
what would
happen after your
lifetime.

The snow.
Several inches thick.
It gives no chance for the
sun to work its
magic.

No green
g r a s s . No
colorful   b u t t e r f l i e s .
No leafy   t r e e s . And
no pretty
f l o w e r s .

But one
flower, braver than
the others, uses all of its strength
to rise and break through
the earth.

Its pretty
pedals,
red,
blue,
yellow,
light up the snow
and beg for spring.

That one pretty flower
inspires others,
though not just flowers.

Us people should,
too,
rise up and shine bright.

The pretty
flowers.
The people and crowds.
The hours
spent.
All to only bring us
to another end.
The tears
lost.
The money and cost.
The tissues
used.
None will ever heal this wound.
It's only
for us.
To you it is
worthless.
With every second,
your body only gets colder.
But for us,
it's only a sense of
closure.

Imagine that everyday, someone would give you
86,400
dollars.
Everyday,
you would have to spend every cent of this money,
or else it would all be taken away
from you.
Though you get this money everyday,
you never know
what it's going to end.
What would you buy
for
86,400
dollars everyday?
Remember,
you have to spend it all!
A house,
                        a car,
                                                     a business,
                                                                          an island?
Now how would you react if I told you
that you have this
bank of money
in your life and can use it
as you please?
Is money just
a diget
for you,
or is it more?
Then let me tell you that there are
86,400 seconds
in 24 hours?
How you use this time
and what you do with it
is up to you.

By the shore.
Where we met.
When the water
s w e p t
our toes
and you
s w e p t
my heart.

On that bench.
In the park.
Where the wind
b l e w
my hair
and you
b l e w
me kisses.

Will we ever
do that again;
the things that we did then?
Will we ever
be called
'WE'
or is it now
just a you
and a me?

.
...

If you want to, then you will.

~ A fellow pianist

...
.

Зла достаточно;
любви нет.
Но знаете ли вы,
что любовь это наш свет?
Хватит делать зло, делай добро.
Сделай это, чтобы всем
помочь.

Tonight,
I dreamt of a flying dog.
This poor puppy
had a unique talent;
it could fly.
But it was
afraid
to show the others,
it was shy.
It was afraid
of what the others would reply.
Inspiration came to this puppy
when it saw a
flock of geese
fly by.
The poor puppy
covered its head with its paws,
and started to cry.
And that's where I come in.
I walked by
and say this poor puppy
standing by.
"Go on, little puppy,
go on, fly!"
The puppy tried,
and flew with the geese,
and it was the most beautiful scene!
I felt so special
helping someone get somewhere
through there dreams.
The puppy flew,
as did my heart.

Somedays,
I
amaze
myself.

Other days,
I put my
keys
in the fridge.

There are no words
in any
dictionary
that will help me describe
you.
I think I will have to make
some new ones
in order
for our conversations
to continue.

It's only
four letters
put together to make
a word.
Living this is like a living in
a different world.

No sorrow
no pain;
no worry,
no blame.

It's only four letters,
spelling out


L     O     V     E


yet its outcome
is strong and more than enough.

There's nothing better
than
in the evening,
thinking about you.
At night,
dreaming about you.
In the morning,
waking up
and
remembering you.

▶️ Play the   moments   

             ⏸ Pause the    memories  

                        ⏹ Stop the   pain               
  
                                       ⏪ Rewind the   happiness

You
expected me
to be a perfect circle.
With no sharp edges or rough
corners. I'm sorry, but I'm not perfect
in the way that you want to me
to be. I am perfect
in my own
way.

~

When life shuts

a door...


open it again.


It's a door,
that's how they work.

~

I'm retired.
I was tired yesterday
and I'm tired again
today.

The
moon shows
the way without asking
for anything in return.
It is a great
example
for
us
to
learn.