September 2011
1 post
This Boy
Letting Go.
This boy, complicated.
His world crumbling around him
His world but a shell.
I hold his face up in my hands.
His voice quivers,
he mustered some courage for her.
We’ll walk hand in hand he said,
We’ll face this world together.
His words don’t match his actions,
he left this girl wondering.
Her tears sometimes fall.
He wipes them up but they...
June 2011
1 post
April 2011
2 posts
March 2011
3 posts
The Fallen.
Sweet lips, Sugary coated words injected with poison.
Trust not, Want not. Love not.
Young love, Young love. Fall to pieces.
He won’t realise what he’s lost till its finally gone.
Is Gone, Is Gone, Gone forever.
Sweet dreams, my beloved.
My last kiss would last forever.
Hauntingly, tauntingly, your lips will never meet mine.
Desperation so thick in the air.
You can try...
Love so Frivolous.
Love so frivolous.
The memories, they seep in.
The time you held my hand,
The time you held me near.
A heart now lost, a love that was dear.
The things you told me I felt was real,
looking back now it was all that I feared.
The lies, the sacrifice, the price was paid.
Never give in, never get laid.
You’ve moved on now, So you say.
You try to steal youth away,
Hearts held out...
February 2011
8 posts
Glad to have the old me back. I'm happy for once....
Thoughts to ponder
A father picking up his infant child kissing him and loving him. He swung him around and gave him a big kiss on his son’s chubby rosey cheeks whilst smiling to himself. If you could see love, that would probably be it. I couldn’t help smiling to myself either because it was so beautiful and I wished that love upon my own family in the future. I want my husband to be that loving figure...
To love without expectations may very well be to...
January 2011
4 posts
December 2010
4 posts
September 2010
10 posts
June 2010
2 posts
A boy said.. →
A boy said, Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the trees. The boys don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground that aren’t as good, but easy. So the apples on the top think there is something wrong with them, when in reality, they are amazing. They just have...
Such is life, experiences had, lessons learnt, we...
I have been told a number of times that I’m what they consider an idealist. A person who base reality on his/her own perceptions. A dreamed world of perfection and what things ought to be. Perhaps that is why I find myself in the most precarious of situations? Ones that tamper with one’s heart, soul and mind? I must admit, I am that sought of person who sees the best in people which...
May 2010
2 posts
Just so you know...
I think you’ve had it easy.
I want to see you want me.
April 2010
2 posts
Food for thought.
Like air to man, like fish is to water, love is ancillary to man. To live is to love. Afterall, we were made to love.
What is this love? Some say that love hurts. To love is to be left vulnerable, to put your heart out to the elements. To risk it all for something that is worth it, with arms wide open, to embrace it. Love is tangible,love is intangible, love transcends all the elements. Are you...
Butterflies
One word. Smitten. :)
Found myself smiling in my sleep.
March 2010
2 posts
Girl all the bad guys want.
You know how they say-‘live life with no regrets’. Sure, as romantic as it sounds, it makes you wonder if that is a mere cover-up of past mistakes. Yes, no and maybe. Been listening to Bowling for Soup all afternoon, song after song named after a girl they used to know. Now, is it really worth it being with someone in a short term when the only memory of you is encapsulated in a song?...
We sat absolutely still in deafening silence,... →
fette:
Rebecca Taylor, The Artist is Present, March 2010. On Marina Abramovic’s performance at MOMA, NY which runs until May 31st. Watch also the live stream.
February 2010
4 posts
January 2010
2 posts
November 2009
18 posts
“Did you know that 35 people try to jump off the Brooklyn bridge each year, most...”
– Definitely, Maybe.
