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28th april.

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Monday, March 28, 2005
the fool is in search of solace,
in need of peace of mind.
trapped in a world of facades,
he forms a smile,
trying hard to disregard.
he attempts to evade,
but the huantings never fades,
and the fool falls down flat;
falling deep into a bottomless pit.

[my hope dangles on a string`]
at 8:18 AM


Wednesday, March 09, 2005
if nonchalance was in my blood,
then maybe the pain won't be there.
if ignorance was what i was given,
then maybe i could hide behind the facade.
a wish to have protection of own possession,
yet was the item mine to begin with.
there's just so much on my mind,
and nothing seems to be alright.
the danger is in sight,
but the twerp turns a blind eye.
the scarred is worried,
but is the worry necessary.
if chances were given,
would one even grab it?
the mind is simulated,
thoughts are liquidated.
tormented by phobic thoughts,
the heart and mind is not in sync.

[my hope dangles on a string`]
at 9:55 AM


Saturday, March 05, 2005
it dawned on me that forgiving others,
accepting their flaws and holdin on to them was easy;
yet it was so difficult to hold on to one that you love.
it's never a problem when a friend takes you for granted,
but it's a major one when a lover does it.
the course of love can and will never be smooth-sailing,
nothing goes on love alone.
there's much to sacrifice,
much to give.
it can't be a feeling of 'i love you' and ta-dah,
we're in a relationship.
there's a need for committment,
a need for understanding,
for giving and not expecting anythin in return;
for loving and loving with all your heart.
a relationship is not lookin for a companion,
it's about lookin for a soulmate,
someone who knows how you feel and feel it;
someone who you can talk about anything under the sky,
someone who promises to stay and do so with all her heart.
there's just so much more,
but words can never put them all in place.
if a minor setback could cause one to walk on,
what kinda love is this?
i often wonder.
(:

[my hope dangles on a string`]
at 1:33 AM


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