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When love dies...... Posted by Wednesday, February 02, 2005 1:42 AM with 0 notes | add more notes
I had never experienced a death before, I had always thought I lived in the land of the living, until that day I looked into your eyes, so full of pain and so empty. How could I have missed it. There were no red lights that went off, no warning signs that I could recall, and yet I knew that love had passed away without my even giving it a proper burial. The outer shell was left where it once lived. When did it happen I wondered? Was it over a period of days, months, or years. Was I so caught up in the myth of having a relationship that I didn't notice hands once so warm, were now touched by a winter chill. Eyes that once beheld me in beauty, were now void of expression. I know that there is nothing left for us. When love dies there is just an empty shell....and some how we go on...we carry that corpse....unwilling to let go....unwilling to believe it's over!
Were forever! Posted by Saturday, January 15, 2005 1:26 AM with 0 notes | add more notes
A moon, one day past full, hung in an clouded night sky. The clouds, the color of off eggshell white, drifted across the moon’s face, giving the night an eerie appearance. A cool breeze blew through the tall pines, draped in tendrils of Spanish moss. The white oyster shell roads through the roadside park flickered in and out in brightness as the moon went in and out of obscurity. Inside the long shadows of pines, the figure of a man on a motorcycle was silhouetted. The bike, small in size, was propped on its stand and its rider sat sideways on it. His face, angular with high cheekbones and a sloped jaw, was occasionally caught in the glow of the cigarette he was smoking. His brown eyes were hidden from view by long dark eyelashes that matched the almost ebony black of his hair. There was no sound from him except the occasional inhale and exhale as he drew on the cigarette. The light wind’s soft whisper played through the trees and ruffled the stubborn crab grass growing determinedly through the scattered oyster shells. He stretched his long slender black jean clad legs out in front of him and with hands, long fingered and moving with a natural grace, reached to pull the zipper higher on his black leather jacket. The breeze carried a chill to it as it crossed over the water of the boat channel that lay behind the park about a quarter of a mile. It was not cold but just enough of a lower temperature for the man to need the jacket. He tossed the cigarette butt away from him and turned his left wrist over, glancing at the watch he wore face down. His thin lipped mouth moved in a frown as he saw the time of near eleven. “Where are you? You’re late.” he said out loud to himself, his voice rich with a southern accent. He lifted one leg and shifted himself into a more comfortable position on the leather seat of the bike. It was just about that time that he heard the sputter of a loud muffler. He let out a sigh of relief as he saw the little gray car turn off the highway into the park and move slowly down the main road of the park towards him. He felt himself soon framed in the dual beams of the car’s headlights. The car came to a halt about eight feet from him and then the headlights went out. He heard the motor shut down and the lone occupant of the car stepped out into view. He watched her move towards him with an undisguised grace. Her walk was strong, her head high, and her blue eyes focused totally on him. She smiled at him with almost perfect white teeth. Her face was pale in the faded moonlight and he did not need to touch it to know how silky soft that unblemished complexion was. He thought she only grew more and more lovely each time he saw her. She had almost reached him when she suddenly stopped and turned around to return to the car. She opened the door, inserted the key and turned the switch to accessories. The am radio in the car came out loud and as if almost in perfect coincidence, he heard the lyrics of Roy Orbison’s song, RUNNING SCARED, drift through the air. As he began to hum to the song, he rose to his feet and started towards her as she headed back to him. They met in the middle. He opened his arms and she stepped into them. As she laid her head on his shoulder, he heard her sigh softly. “Tired, lover?” he ask her. “Yes. We were busy today.” she answered. He knew she worked hard at her job in her parents’ restaurant and though she was only nineteen, she was tired at the end of the day. Without asking why she was late, he knew why. She had stopped at her house and changed into a pair of jeans and a pullover blue sweater. To him, she looked beautiful and sexy. He could not help but wish for the thousandth time that she would go to the next state and marry him there where she was of legal age. In their own state, they had to be twenty-one to marry. She was adamant though that she wanted to wait and marry in their home town instead of eloping. If only she knew how hard waiting was on him, he thought longingly to himself. Yet, not only did he love her but he respected her and he would wait if that is what she really wanted. “Does your dad know you are meeting me here?” he questioned. “You know better. He would have my hide if he knew.” she answered. “Lover, someday you are going to have to be honest with them. We can’t go on hiding till you come of legal age.” he reminded her. “I know, but not yet. Can’t we talk about it later?” she replied, a soft hint of pleading in her voice. “I don’t like it, honey, but you know how best to handle it.” he said softly. RUNNING SCARED had finished and now, BILLY AND SUE, a tragic “dear john” love song, began to play. She leaned in closer to him and hugged him tightly while she said softly, “I am so glad that you did not have to go to Nam.” “I would have if my leg had not been busted up so bad from the wreck last year. Would you have found someone else if I had?” he questioned, but she could tell by his smile that he was teasing. “Of course not!” she insisted as she leaned back and lifted her gaze to stare into his. “I know you wouldn’t, baby. You and me, we are forever.” he said tenderly and then lowered his lips to kiss her gently. She was so precious to him. They had everything against them but both believed that nothing could stop them from being together. They were forever!
I love you is just the beginning Posted by Monday, January 10, 2005 4:46 AM with 0 notes | add more notes
You must know this,
that three words aren’t enough. I love you. I really do love you, but that is not all. In fact, it is just the beginning. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life giving you the same three words each day; at the end of each phone call, at the end of every night. No. It would be my personal hell to live behind such restricted bars. To offer you the same rose day after day.
I want you to know that my purpose in life is love, and to love you. I spend my time inventing new ways to love you. I search my heart intently, thinking up ideas to find your heart. I want to speak to you, I want to communicate with you. I want shed all fear, jealously and logic we wear from day to day. I want to find you on the other side of humanity. A place I firmly believe in, a place free from war, a place free from the terror of non acceptance. I believe in this place, which I why I now extend my hand and proclaim, I accept you for who you are. I want you to know that your heart has a second home. Think of the freedom of your soul, the way you know yourself, the way you don’t have to lie as you accept yourself for who you are.
I want to know you like that.
I am torn for waiting for you. Sitting at a bar stool, watching you, waiting for you to look at me. I am here, desolate, across the room. Eager to pour my life into you, eager for you to know the most basic of things. Like a butterfly in the hands of a child; warm, gentle, full of infinite care. I am here, crying for the urgency of now, how I can’t find you across the room, to tell you how little time I have left, how I want to spend it inventing love in your honor. I am here, the blood of my pen, sketching the origins of love on napkins. Lost, meager, dry at the notion you’re not going home with me.
I know no other way to find you, then through my words. I cannot express the unseen, I cannot forge the bridge between our two hearts. I am powerless when I look at you. Annihilated by the very energy you bring forth from me, I have but two hands to cup this entire ocean. And I feel that I failed you; I didn’t try hard enough, I didn’t sacrifice enough to make you see the blood of a lover. The river rushed over me, and I sat across the room, unable to speak. I am sorry, I am eternally sorry.
My love for you is great, it is an ocean behind me. It is a body of many with a single thought and a single name. It’s crushing weight is nothing in the presence of you. Towering over you, it is harmless; though raging, though certain, though impending. It’s rejected and recessed as you turn your shoulder away from me.
I don’t know what else to say, I don’t know how else to put it. All I know is that my heart is maze, a universe with its own laws, labels and mysteries. All I know is this infinitely complex entity begs to be understood by you. To connect with you, to find some deeper meaning then eight letters. I don’t want to use words, I don’t want to use my voice. They are too obscure, they are without emotion. I want to speak to you with my heart. I want you to stand inside my soul and saturate your body with pure energy. I want there to be no loss of emotion. Two pure souls speaking a language not understood by the mortal self. I believe in these things, I believe they are possible, I believe God is attainable. And I want to find God with you.
practice patience..... Posted by Thursday, November 18, 2004 1:38 AM with 0 notes | add more notes
Yeah. right, you're thinking. we know, its not easy. if someone whispered to you that in five days or three weeks or four months you would meet a fabolous guy, you might take a deep breath and relax. but when you want something badly enough, the thought that you might NEVER get it, no matter how unrealistic, makes you totally anxious.
In the past, when you really wanted something, like to play a certain song on the guitar, you tried your hardest, perhaps practicing long hours, until you finally get it right. The problem is, when it comes to meeting a great guy, sometimes your cleverest schemes and greatest effort dont pay off right away. Sometimes it takes time- more than you'd like.
Realize there's only so much you can do. In fact, unlike mastering fractions or free throws, this might be one are where trying hard [and especially, trying too hard] may be inadvisable. Girls can do foolish things if they feel frantic or desperate to a guy.
But there's never any reason to feel pressured. Contrary to what many girls think, there's no race to see who have the first boyfriend, no prices awarded for the most male friends. There is surely no definitive timeline for any of these milestone. The most important thing you can do is be sure to yourself, be the best friend you can be, and have faith that you'll meet a special guy when it's meant to happen.
In the meantime, you can apply these skills to situations other that guy-searching. Meetin different people, takin healthy risks, being informed and, using your assets are always awesome ideas. YOu may find yourself having new experiences, taking an active role in making opportunities happen, and developing your talents in ways you hadn't imagine. You will surely become a more well-rounded and interesting person, someone a guy would be lucky to befriend...
By the way here are some pictures....
ex- ni jek... panget lang siya dito... umm... hiniram ko lang to kay jessa... but sabi nila maganda to sa personal, i think thats true!!!!
ASTIG! i edit it with paint...
When love dies...... Posted by Wednesday, February 02, 2005 1:42 AM with 0 notes | add more notes
I had never experienced a death before, I had always thought I lived in the land of the living, until that day I looked into your eyes, so full of pain and so empty. How could I have missed it. There were no red lights that went off, no warning signs that I could recall, and yet I knew that love had passed away without my even giving it a proper burial. The outer shell was left where it once lived. When did it happen I wondered? Was it over a period of days, months, or years. Was I so caught up in the myth of having a relationship that I didn't notice hands once so warm, were now touched by a winter chill. Eyes that once beheld me in beauty, were now void of expression. I know that there is nothing left for us. When love dies there is just an empty shell....and some how we go on...we carry that corpse....unwilling to let go....unwilling to believe it's over!
Were forever! Posted by Saturday, January 15, 2005 1:26 AM with 0 notes | add more notes
A moon, one day past full, hung in an clouded night sky. The clouds, the color of off eggshell white, drifted across the moon’s face, giving the night an eerie appearance. A cool breeze blew through the tall pines, draped in tendrils of Spanish moss. The white oyster shell roads through the roadside park flickered in and out in brightness as the moon went in and out of obscurity. Inside the long shadows of pines, the figure of a man on a motorcycle was silhouetted. The bike, small in size, was propped on its stand and its rider sat sideways on it. His face, angular with high cheekbones and a sloped jaw, was occasionally caught in the glow of the cigarette he was smoking. His brown eyes were hidden from view by long dark eyelashes that matched the almost ebony black of his hair. There was no sound from him except the occasional inhale and exhale as he drew on the cigarette. The light wind’s soft whisper played through the trees and ruffled the stubborn crab grass growing determinedly through the scattered oyster shells. He stretched his long slender black jean clad legs out in front of him and with hands, long fingered and moving with a natural grace, reached to pull the zipper higher on his black leather jacket. The breeze carried a chill to it as it crossed over the water of the boat channel that lay behind the park about a quarter of a mile. It was not cold but just enough of a lower temperature for the man to need the jacket. He tossed the cigarette butt away from him and turned his left wrist over, glancing at the watch he wore face down. His thin lipped mouth moved in a frown as he saw the time of near eleven. “Where are you? You’re late.” he said out loud to himself, his voice rich with a southern accent. He lifted one leg and shifted himself into a more comfortable position on the leather seat of the bike. It was just about that time that he heard the sputter of a loud muffler. He let out a sigh of relief as he saw the little gray car turn off the highway into the park and move slowly down the main road of the park towards him. He felt himself soon framed in the dual beams of the car’s headlights. The car came to a halt about eight feet from him and then the headlights went out. He heard the motor shut down and the lone occupant of the car stepped out into view. He watched her move towards him with an undisguised grace. Her walk was strong, her head high, and her blue eyes focused totally on him. She smiled at him with almost perfect white teeth. Her face was pale in the faded moonlight and he did not need to touch it to know how silky soft that unblemished complexion was. He thought she only grew more and more lovely each time he saw her. She had almost reached him when she suddenly stopped and turned around to return to the car. She opened the door, inserted the key and turned the switch to accessories. The am radio in the car came out loud and as if almost in perfect coincidence, he heard the lyrics of Roy Orbison’s song, RUNNING SCARED, drift through the air. As he began to hum to the song, he rose to his feet and started towards her as she headed back to him. They met in the middle. He opened his arms and she stepped into them. As she laid her head on his shoulder, he heard her sigh softly. “Tired, lover?” he ask her. “Yes. We were busy today.” she answered. He knew she worked hard at her job in her parents’ restaurant and though she was only nineteen, she was tired at the end of the day. Without asking why she was late, he knew why. She had stopped at her house and changed into a pair of jeans and a pullover blue sweater. To him, she looked beautiful and sexy. He could not help but wish for the thousandth time that she would go to the next state and marry him there where she was of legal age. In their own state, they had to be twenty-one to marry. She was adamant though that she wanted to wait and marry in their home town instead of eloping. If only she knew how hard waiting was on him, he thought longingly to himself. Yet, not only did he love her but he respected her and he would wait if that is what she really wanted. “Does your dad know you are meeting me here?” he questioned. “You know better. He would have my hide if he knew.” she answered. “Lover, someday you are going to have to be honest with them. We can’t go on hiding till you come of legal age.” he reminded her. “I know, but not yet. Can’t we talk about it later?” she replied, a soft hint of pleading in her voice. “I don’t like it, honey, but you know how best to handle it.” he said softly. RUNNING SCARED had finished and now, BILLY AND SUE, a tragic “dear john” love song, began to play. She leaned in closer to him and hugged him tightly while she said softly, “I am so glad that you did not have to go to Nam.” “I would have if my leg had not been busted up so bad from the wreck last year. Would you have found someone else if I had?” he questioned, but she could tell by his smile that he was teasing. “Of course not!” she insisted as she leaned back and lifted her gaze to stare into his. “I know you wouldn’t, baby. You and me, we are forever.” he said tenderly and then lowered his lips to kiss her gently. She was so precious to him. They had everything against them but both believed that nothing could stop them from being together. They were forever!
I love you is just the beginning Posted by Monday, January 10, 2005 4:46 AM with 0 notes | add more notes
You must know this,
that three words aren’t enough. I love you. I really do love you, but that is not all. In fact, it is just the beginning. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life giving you the same three words each day; at the end of each phone call, at the end of every night. No. It would be my personal hell to live behind such restricted bars. To offer you the same rose day after day.
I want you to know that my purpose in life is love, and to love you. I spend my time inventing new ways to love you. I search my heart intently, thinking up ideas to find your heart. I want to speak to you, I want to communicate with you. I want shed all fear, jealously and logic we wear from day to day. I want to find you on the other side of humanity. A place I firmly believe in, a place free from war, a place free from the terror of non acceptance. I believe in this place, which I why I now extend my hand and proclaim, I accept you for who you are. I want you to know that your heart has a second home. Think of the freedom of your soul, the way you know yourself, the way you don’t have to lie as you accept yourself for who you are.
I want to know you like that.
I am torn for waiting for you. Sitting at a bar stool, watching you, waiting for you to look at me. I am here, desolate, across the room. Eager to pour my life into you, eager for you to know the most basic of things. Like a butterfly in the hands of a child; warm, gentle, full of infinite care. I am here, crying for the urgency of now, how I can’t find you across the room, to tell you how little time I have left, how I want to spend it inventing love in your honor. I am here, the blood of my pen, sketching the origins of love on napkins. Lost, meager, dry at the notion you’re not going home with me.
I know no other way to find you, then through my words. I cannot express the unseen, I cannot forge the bridge between our two hearts. I am powerless when I look at you. Annihilated by the very energy you bring forth from me, I have but two hands to cup this entire ocean. And I feel that I failed you; I didn’t try hard enough, I didn’t sacrifice enough to make you see the blood of a lover. The river rushed over me, and I sat across the room, unable to speak. I am sorry, I am eternally sorry.
My love for you is great, it is an ocean behind me. It is a body of many with a single thought and a single name. It’s crushing weight is nothing in the presence of you. Towering over you, it is harmless; though raging, though certain, though impending. It’s rejected and recessed as you turn your shoulder away from me.
I don’t know what else to say, I don’t know how else to put it. All I know is that my heart is maze, a universe with its own laws, labels and mysteries. All I know is this infinitely complex entity begs to be understood by you. To connect with you, to find some deeper meaning then eight letters. I don’t want to use words, I don’t want to use my voice. They are too obscure, they are without emotion. I want to speak to you with my heart. I want you to stand inside my soul and saturate your body with pure energy. I want there to be no loss of emotion. Two pure souls speaking a language not understood by the mortal self. I believe in these things, I believe they are possible, I believe God is attainable. And I want to find God with you.
practice patience..... Posted by Thursday, November 18, 2004 1:38 AM with 0 notes | add more notes
Yeah. right, you're thinking. we know, its not easy. if someone whispered to you that in five days or three weeks or four months you would meet a fabolous guy, you might take a deep breath and relax. but when you want something badly enough, the thought that you might NEVER get it, no matter how unrealistic, makes you totally anxious.
In the past, when you really wanted something, like to play a certain song on the guitar, you tried your hardest, perhaps practicing long hours, until you finally get it right. The problem is, when it comes to meeting a great guy, sometimes your cleverest schemes and greatest effort dont pay off right away. Sometimes it takes time- more than you'd like.
Realize there's only so much you can do. In fact, unlike mastering fractions or free throws, this might be one are where trying hard [and especially, trying too hard] may be inadvisable. Girls can do foolish things if they feel frantic or desperate to a guy.
But there's never any reason to feel pressured. Contrary to what many girls think, there's no race to see who have the first boyfriend, no prices awarded for the most male friends. There is surely no definitive timeline for any of these milestone. The most important thing you can do is be sure to yourself, be the best friend you can be, and have faith that you'll meet a special guy when it's meant to happen.
In the meantime, you can apply these skills to situations other that guy-searching. Meetin different people, takin healthy risks, being informed and, using your assets are always awesome ideas. YOu may find yourself having new experiences, taking an active role in making opportunities happen, and developing your talents in ways you hadn't imagine. You will surely become a more well-rounded and interesting person, someone a guy would be lucky to befriend...
By the way here are some pictures....
ex- ni jek... panget lang siya dito... umm... hiniram ko lang to kay jessa... but sabi nila maganda to sa personal, i think thats true!!!!
ASTIG! i edit it with paint...
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