Vingt-Sept.

All It Takes.
06.03.09

There are moments that make
the tears well up inside
or spark a smile.
There may be times
when you're at a loss for words
and all you can do is cry.

For certain,
a true bond cannot be measured
by facts or phrases
or deeds or ways.
Sometimes,
all it takes
is a a kind word spoken
before a heart poured out.

Vingt-Six.

Looking For Forever.
10.12.09

Nothing lasts.
No one stays.
Everything is temporary.
I might as well look for forever,
instead of chase what passes away.

Vingt-Cinq.

It Hurts To Know.
10.11.09

It hurts to know that you're in pain
and it breaks my heart to hear it.
I try to search for the answers in vain
but it won't come for long, I fear.

If only I knew what you are going through,
and what makes you struggle inside;
but it'll take time to get that far.
I just wish I understand.

Vingt-Quatre.

Is This All There Is?
10.09.09

You make me laugh,
I make you smile.
The time we spend
seems quite worthwhile.
You say my name,
and I say yours,
and we both wish
we talked even more.
But what if this
is all there is?
Despite the fact that
we constantly miss.
I know there are things
left unsaid,
but I know it takes time,
and our hearts need to mend.
Simply have to believe
and be satisfied
with what we've got,
or hurt even so
because we rushed into love.

Vingt-Trois.

Beyond The Words.

I read a passage from a precious book.
As I try to comprehend what was written,
the pages somehow become alive.
I hear something beyond the words.
I listen.
I hear a faint voice.
I wonder.
Suddenly I feel love and hope,
and I am brought to a place
I call home.

Vingt-Deux.

Searching.
10.01.09

What does it mean to love somebody?
Do I try to find him, or should he find me?
Like looking for stars in the limitless night,
I endeavor to search with all my might.
Yet I return home empty-handed,
and I wish my heart wouldn't have minded.
But it's too late to save my feelings,
for my hope in love has met its ending.

Vingt et Un.

Written For You.
09.29.09

Your words have taken a hold of my heart
despite the distance keeping us apart.
I was never fond of goodbyes,
if only you could see it in my eyes.
I wish we could talk much longer,
but this length shall make us stronger.
How I wish we were near,
yet with a sigh and a tear,
I leave and miss you for a moment.

* Written for someone.

Vingt.

Everything Changes.
10.01.09

My heart breaks a little
as I read your last few words.
I never meant to hurt you,
but I guess it's you I've hurt.

I can never take back what I've said,
or replace what you had to hear,
yet I hope you still understand,
and the opposite is what I fear.

I pray and hope for a moment
that the circumstance will pass,
that the answers will be revealed at last
though I know they won't come as fast.

I try my hardest not to cry
and to fight the tears at all costs,
but I know you're out there somewhere,
aching for what was lost.

Dix-Neuf.

Love Story.
06.08.09

We were walking in the night
under stars and bright lights.
Just one of many memories.
Breathing cold December air
as you gently stroked my hair,
and told me how you loved me.

Strolling down the beach,
the silence overtaking me.
Those moments leave me speechless.
You sheltered me in your arms
and made me laugh amidst your charms;
if only you could see me.

I remember how you always kept me
safe and warm.
I remember how you held my hand
in the sun or in the storm.
Now I realize, for now, I can't forget.
I still love you since the day we met.

How the time drifts on so fast
as I reminisce the past,
and see how much farther we've come.
I close my eyes and pray
as I fast forward to today..
we're still here.

I can't let this story go.
I am still clinging on to hope.

Dix-Huit.

Pieces Of My Heart.
05.01.09

Broken up,
sadness lingering still.
I try so hard to remember,
but there is nothing to fill.
The words seem to come and go,
yet all I see are teardrops that flow.
My mind wanders and tries
to see the images that came alive,
but I search in vain.
The little pieces of my heart
seem to be gone
and I must move on
before it tears me apart.

Dix-Sept.

The Beauty Of What May Come.

Taking all I've felt in
To the point of me
not being able to breathe.
I know the love I know may be fading,
and the dreams I once had
are disappearing.

I can't seem to comprehend
why I can't seem to mend
the broken pieces of my heart.
All my eyes could see
is what and how it used to be
in a world that seems torn apart.

But hope is not lost..
just need to hold to faith at all costs.
The beauty of what may come is within reach.
The silver lining is shining,
somewhere and somehow,
waiting for the perfect moment.

Seize.

In Love And Back.

Love cast away in a millisecond
with a regret that shook the vast ground below.
The new lights of the wide open door beckon,
but are those lights the very things that glow?
For the seeming blue skies have faded to gray
Like the still memory in black and white,
and it appears that my hopes have gone away
as the windows of my eyes lose their sight.
I then realized that the magic was lost;
I failed to make our dearest promise last.
The one moment we needed the most
Never happened and never came to pass.
Though there is something within that I lack
One can say, I have been in love and back.

Quinze.

The Child Within.

A little girl creates a paper boat,
crafted with her own little hands.
She lets it glide in the pool of water,
but the blustery wind topples it over.

As the paper boat begins to sink
in the bottom of the clear creek,
the little girl looks on
till it was nowhere to be seen.

Rays of light creeping in the leaves,
a butterfy flutters by and by.
She looks above and lifts up her head
The breeze blows the dust ahead.

She stands up and walks away,
then she glances at a piece of paper
She folds it out and makes a boat again,
then lets it float until the day ends.

Quatorze.

Peace That Surpasses All Understanding.

Peace that surpasses all understanding,
be like an innocent child of sweet day.
The blurry visions of thine heart are waiting,
while the weary body begins to lay.
Then the wandering sight stares into space,
where thoughts of torment do not persist.
One envisages an unlikely place;
chaos and encumbrance cease to exist.
Forthwith, forget thy struggles and worries
in the emptiness of the inner night.
Let silence take you where souls meet bodies
until the early bird proclaims the light.
Awaken! Transcend through the atmosphere,
for to brave the hour, one must know no fear.