Love is finding a piece of yourself that you didn't even know it was missing .
Love makes you complete without it , you are just a half and when you find out how it is to be a whole , no way you could get back to be a half again .
Love gets you speedy heart beats and butterflies in your stomach .
Love is finding someone to drees up for in the morning .
Love makes you sing all day and never notice that you are continously smilling .
Love means that you can't wipe that smile off your face .
Love gives you a reason to face life .
Love is what keeps you moving on .
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Love charm
the glass you've always desired
drink it drop by drop
till you become my martyr
drown in the sea of your lust
come to me for more
my love is air to you
to your lust I am the shore .
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Green trees , red hearts
Green trees , red hearts , black grief , white starts .
blue peace , brown eyes , yellow fear , orange skies .
pink roses , purple charm , silver moon , gray lies .
inspired by
blue peace , brown eyes , yellow fear , orange skies .
pink roses , purple charm , silver moon , gray lies .
inspired by
Friday, September 9, 2011
Meet joe black
Multiply it by infinity, and take it to the depth of forever, and you will still have barely a glimpse of what I'm talking about .
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
a memory imprisoned
A photo in black and white
with many secrets to reveal
capturing time and place together
watching us from a veil
a memory imprisoned in a tiny frame
winning a battle against time
holding on to what was gone
to what we left behind
with many secrets to reveal
capturing time and place together
watching us from a veil
a memory imprisoned in a tiny frame
winning a battle against time
holding on to what was gone
to what we left behind
The I that's me
I write poems to express the way I feel
I feed on air , it doesn't matter if I had a meal
I walk barefoot and I hate wearing high heels
I am a wooden toy craving to be so real
I am a little afraid of what reality stores for me
I need some help . I just wanna be out of here
so save me please then I will owe you one
I am getting old , can't waste any more time
I feed on air , it doesn't matter if I had a meal
I walk barefoot and I hate wearing high heels
I am a wooden toy craving to be so real
I am a little afraid of what reality stores for me
I need some help . I just wanna be out of here
so save me please then I will owe you one
I am getting old , can't waste any more time
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Time is a killer
years and years pass ........ turn into decades
fire to ash .................................... young to old
passion fades ................... love becomes cold
time is a teacher .......... with stories to be told
unfortunately ............................... it kills us all
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Spanglish
"You know what you want ?
three and quarter stars . yes, that would be perfect .
it'd mean you are good, but not too good to feel disappointed you just missed out on excellence .
you are right below the radar, where you get to mind your own business .
that's a good solid life . "
John clasky
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