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Alone once more.

Here’s  one of my poems… not sure if it ryhms ok though!

ALONE ONCE MORE

 

Mist hangs over the land,

I stretch out my hand,

Hoping to touch anything,

But I hear a maiden sing.

 

The land is bare,

So who is there?

I step lightly onward,

Should I play my card?

 

The mist clears,

But not my fears.

Should I turn round?

I could do it without a sound.

 

But then she turns around,

And at last my heart is found.

But she is afraid,

She calls for her maid.

 

She starts to run,

Maybe thinking I’ve got a gun.

I tell her to stop,

But that she does not.

 

I drop on the ground,

Feeling terribly down.

A tear falls on my glove,

For I’ve just lost my true love.

26 July 2007 at 7:15 pm Leave a comment

Make a man cry.

How can you make a man cry? Is it that hard? I don’t know. Maybe it’s easy for a daughter, or maybe it’s just me. But it sure is a shocking scene.  Something I wrote, very touching, in my opinion, made him cry.

I opened my heart to him that time, and I guess it really surprised him. It was a sort of ‘sorry’ for my violence, and saying it will never happen again. He came, and hugged me tight after reading it, and when I gently pulled away, I saw his eyes watery. I almost started crying. How can someone write something that beautiful, that touching? And then I saw the first couple of tears run down his chin, and I had to hug him; it was so amazing and beautiful.

This was the first time I saw him cry, and it was really amazing… it sort of lets me see (and ralize) men can be sensitive, but yes, they cry for more important things, and that, in my opinion, is a sign of deep intelligence.

Looking for images for this entry, I saw this very interesting article. I highly recommend it; it let’s you reflect a bit on the famous saying “men never cry”: living.oneindia.in/men/men-do-cry.html

6 July 2007 at 3:32 pm Leave a comment

5th July 2007

love_of_the_fairies.jpg

Yes, I saw him, and I can say it was beautiful. I was chatting with friends, and then, I sqaw him standing there, on the door way, and I realised I had never been so much in love. And when he said my name, all I could utter was hi. But it was a hi that came from my heart, filled with love. And when we drew closer, our cheeks touched, and even though it hurt a bit, I felt my stomach lurch down, but it was really me who was lifted up. I touched the sky!! Then, in those brief seconds, I was in heaven, so happy, so peaceful. And it was the best thing of my life. And when I turned away, I saw her, my best friend, as she tried not to smile. And I came down to earth again, but she had seen it all. She saw my shinig eyes, she saw my happiness, and was completly assured that I love him. Luckily, she said nothing, just looked at me with a mixture of triumph and happiness, because I guess she thinks we make a perfect couple. Pity she doesn’t know that it’s impossible.

6 July 2007 at 3:07 pm 2 comments

Quotes III

Somethings to set you thinking… 

” The course of love never did run smooth.” William Shakespeare. But it always ended well. What? You thinking of Romeo and Juliet? It ended well; they saw each other in heaven.

“Do all things with love.” Og Mandino. Because it is through love we can reach perfaction, and true happiness. True love is something that’s never lost.

“Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.” H. Jackson Brown, Jr. I believe the heart ALWAYS sees what’s invisible to the eyes… it sees right through people, and it’s never blinded, no matter what others say.

“Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.” Hosea Ballou. That’s soo beautiful!!

“The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet.” Rebecca H. Davis. There’s nothing better, or nicer in this world than being surrounded my frineds, love, and nature. That’s what makes ME happy, at least.

“We know what we are, but know not what we may be.” William Shakespeare. I see it in two ways. One, that we don’t know what we may be is we really tried hard, if we really made an effort. The other way, is that we don’t know what we may turn into; we don’t know jow we’ll be like in the future.

“Honesty is the best policy.” Benjamin Franklin. It might be the best, but also the least used…

“Do the right thing. It will gratify some people and astonish the rest.” Mark Twain. The right thing is so seldom done, that when it is, most people will be surprised, and many so shoked they’ll be speechless. But some intelligent, and wise people will be glad, and thankful someone set an example.

“Youth is wasted on the young.” George Bernard Shaw. But then, the old apprichiate youth because they lived it, and know the wonderfullness of it all. So, when one’s young, they have to enjoy it, to live it totally.

“Of all lies, art is the least untrue.” Gustave Flaubert. Art a lie? Yes, maybe it’s true. But then writing is a lie. Then that’s true, but they’re the most beautiful lies of all.

“Fine art is that in which the hand, the head, and the heart of man go together.” John Ruskin. The heart thinks and imagines, the head gives ideas from expericence that the heart changes, and the hand just completes the whole thing by drawing, and making the ideas real an perfect

“It is through art, and through art only, that we can realise our perfection.” Oscar Wilde. Yes, but no more must be said.

“He taught me housekeeping; when I divorce I keep the house.” Zsa Zsa Gabor. After all, she looked after the house for many years, when he just lay there on the sofa very comfortably. He has no right to ask for the house when they divrce. lol

“There is not enough time to do all the nothing we want to do.” Bill Watterson. There’s never enough time to do anything, but less to do nothing. Things are so unfair.

“I bought some instant water one time but I didn’t know what to add to it.” Steven Wright. Hahaha. Great comment.

“The tax collector must love poor people, he’s creating so many of them.” Bill Vaughan. It’s ironic, isn’t it? The tax collector steals from the poor and weak, and makes himself rich. Then he complains that there are too many poor people in the streets and that they shoud be given shelter, food and clothing. It is very ironic.

6 July 2007 at 2:49 pm Leave a comment

How to write

“If you wish to be a writer, write.”

Epictetus

First, find the inspiration. It usually helps me when I’m sad, or when I have some other strong feeling. Without inspiration, don’t write. It’s useless. Leave it for another day. It’ll be better.

Then, get a pile of paper. Draw to help you, or just write your feelings. You don’t have to use the whole pile. Make sure you have a sharp pencil, or a pen that works. The desk should be without distraccion, and good illumination is necessary. Maybe listen to some music to motivate the feeling.

After you finish reread what you’ve written, and put it away. Take it out a few weeks later and see how you’ve done. Good luck!

1 July 2007 at 12:16 am Leave a comment


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