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I grew up to know kindness is free,
you don't charge a dime for a kind deed.

I came to know a smile heals every thing,
it even drives the worries and is all you need.

And if rain or shine, I must not complain,
because someone may have need of it more than I.

I learnt that to win a good race,
I must first learn to stay in my lane.

I'm told it takes a strong mind if I want to be fast.
And if I fail, I must not quit and learn from the past.

I am taught if I need to get a head start
I have to train smart and not too hard.

All these I am taught and more to live by
And to always be thankful for all that's mine.
"All perfect and beautiful things are simple and free "
When we started, you always said: ' later's' babe?'
I survived each day on that phrase and counted the minutes away so I could return to hear you say it again.

Every day was beautiful and serene; like cocooned butterflies,we'd cling to each other - our love, our only solace, freedom and a new lease on life - a newness.

We would walk for hours any where and talk for hours till nothing's left.
Your presence enveloped my space once devoid of emotions - now sated.

Gradually, things changed to: 'I'll be late tonight babe'
I would pout, sigh then would say: 'later's babe'
A myriad of thoughts would land then take flight, taking my gut and heart far away for a ride; every time yearning, jolting myself from inside.

The ' I love you' turned to 'blank stares'
I would call, to hear you, each time you'd fade away.
And so each time I tell myself - tomorrow I'll call again.
So today, was the day I tried my best to remain sane.

The empty room and the howling winds are now my recent guests; they listen better to my silent sobs as it ricochets within the vacant room.
While the wind continues its chase, the emptiness became my solace.
The occasional lates are now becoming too often - casual talks and thoughtfulness becoming random its like mourning a dead partner who is still alive.
You're my night,
You're my day,
You're my strength,
You're my life.
For those rare moments,
I thank you!

I thank you...
For singing our song,
When I couldn't remember the words;
For crying with me,
When I'm hurt.

I thank you...
For wiping away my tears,
When I just didn't want to;
For rejoicing with me,
When I'm happy!

I thank you...
For being there,
When I have no one to turn to;
For showing me you care,
When the world around me is not!

You're my joy,
You're my pain,
You're my song,
You're my love.
And for those rare moments,
I thank you!
Our keyboards keep us together,
doesn't matter where we live.
so I am emailing you to put a smile on your face,
and to let you know in my heart,
you have a special place.
The sun is always shining just above the cloudy haze,
As we share friendship across an online maze.
We Express love and kindness without a face,
It comes from deep inside our hearts from a special place.
Within our lives we share special dreams, unusual and unique,
and it is with our keyboards that we speak.
We are friends from the emails we exchange,
I wouldn't know you on the street and it doesn't even seem strange.
You have brightened my day with the thoughtfulness you show,
your words encourage me more than you could ever know.
As people change and times keep changing too,
one thing stays the same, the way I feel for you.
For this friendship we possess we owe a world of gratitude and debt, because we would not know each other if it wasn't for the net.
Perfectly clear !
Once you have reached the top
On a beautiful day
Summit
But think of the view at the
Slippery turns,
Is always fraught with steep twists-
The uphill climb to success.

(Now read from the bottom up :)
Remembering those that are keeping it all together whilst being screamed at, humiliated, insulted, offended and hurt.

Those who feel like screaming but holding the meltdown in check.

Those who are frustrated and trapped and killing somebody seemed the best option but just do not have the right state of mind.

Those whom in the ugly face of violence, are still fighting for their right to freedom of choice.

Freedom for a right to live equally because, life has dealt them a hard hand. A right to be who they dream to be.

Those that are being mistaken for their tears as mere weakness.

Those that have lost their spirit to fight but are hoping-still.
Those who are in their lowest now but still faithful and pressing on despite everything.

Those that feel the need to cry but had to smile instead.
Those who live within their means but wish there could have been more or be more because of another brother, sister, relative in need.

Those who put every one elses need ahead of their own.

Lest we forget, you are remembered today.
She's strict yet kind, caring with a dark side.
She radiates with life, daring souls with their lives.
She's careful yet generous, devoted  and ferocious.
Her body is beautiful,  perfect and promising.
She dresses in white with green mixes, it's bewitching.
Her makeup is flawless, with soft tones yet ruthless.
Her hair stylishly careless, her gait, like a queen she caresses.
Her laughter is quietly soft, seldom boisterous, it lulls.
Her beauty, a curse, yet a blessing at a cost.
Her eyes glistens and excites,
Like liquid iron on fire.
Her lips blood red, it ignites dark exotic desires.
Her aura menacingly tangible, it feels wickedly gullible.
She wickedly smiles and winks,
You're now swooning, your heart sings.
She's planning your head on crossbows, here you are all butterflies and rainbows.
She reels you in, she knew you're ***** 'coz you're down on one knee.
She knows you're more than ready, your head is bowed and steady.
Her nails are sharp, cuts like Sabre's teeth, like claws and two - edged sword, it sinks.
She turns raising her hands and head, with it, blending blood, sweat and tears.
Her frame an ominous silhouette, is now engraved in your memory to remain.
She knows you'll never go astray, she's made certain in every way.
Her one true secret in this game,
She's ensnared you, she's not ashamed.
She's insanely happy you're now hers, only hers to torment without rest.
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