Thursday, April 22, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
An Unwritten Letter
To the man I hide in my heart,
I cannot explain, nor face you as I am about to bring up the emotions that you are about to read.
All I know is that it's in my heart and it hasn't disappeared.
Not for days.
Not even months.
Lets say, years.
Strangely enough, what started on a page must either end or continue on a page.
This is not Good Bye,
But, it's time.
Time for me to let you know why,
Why I smile when I see you,
Why I am always trying to make you laugh,
And why I am constantly mesmerized by you.
I cannot begin to tell you how you capture my attention.
I am more aware of your beauty than you are.
This is not an obsession.
This is me appreciating you,
Probably more than anyone else can.
Is that selfish to say?
I don't think so.
I cannot help knowing you inside and out.
I'll admit that there are moments when I don't think of you,
But when I come to that realisation, I create thoughts that involve you.
Who are you and why have you chosen me to think of you so often?
I see you staring at me.
I even see you wanting to sit close to me.
Most of all, I've seen those, "I want to kiss you" eyes.
But, nothing.
I'm not fed up.
But, I am thinking too much of nothing.
Tell me why.
Wait.
You can't.
Because this letter is unwritten,
And you will never receive it.
I cannot explain, nor face you as I am about to bring up the emotions that you are about to read.
All I know is that it's in my heart and it hasn't disappeared.
Not for days.
Not even months.
Lets say, years.
Strangely enough, what started on a page must either end or continue on a page.
This is not Good Bye,
But, it's time.
Time for me to let you know why,
Why I smile when I see you,
Why I am always trying to make you laugh,
And why I am constantly mesmerized by you.
I cannot begin to tell you how you capture my attention.
I am more aware of your beauty than you are.
This is not an obsession.
This is me appreciating you,
Probably more than anyone else can.
Is that selfish to say?
I don't think so.
I cannot help knowing you inside and out.
I'll admit that there are moments when I don't think of you,
But when I come to that realisation, I create thoughts that involve you.
Who are you and why have you chosen me to think of you so often?
I see you staring at me.
I even see you wanting to sit close to me.
Most of all, I've seen those, "I want to kiss you" eyes.
But, nothing.
I'm not fed up.
But, I am thinking too much of nothing.
Tell me why.
Wait.
You can't.
Because this letter is unwritten,
And you will never receive it.
Friday, April 16, 2010
The Young Man in the Yellow Brick Story Book
He stops.
He stares.
He creates.
A world within himself.
Don't assume around him,
For only he truley knows.
Such an independent soul.
Only his own maze can he solve.
A beautiful smile.
Could take anyone the distance.
Take a moment.
Think IN,
But for once, speak OUT.
Too many words to describe a one of a kind.
What we do know is,
He stops.
He stares.
He creates.
An unique aura and unforgettable meaning.
He stares.
He creates.
A world within himself.
Don't assume around him,
For only he truley knows.
Such an independent soul.
Only his own maze can he solve.
A beautiful smile.
Could take anyone the distance.
Take a moment.
Think IN,
But for once, speak OUT.
Too many words to describe a one of a kind.
What we do know is,
He stops.
He stares.
He creates.
An unique aura and unforgettable meaning.
A room with no time
A room with no time.
Each brick tells a story.
A frog on the wall, with a house on a prairie.
It's just too good to be true.
He understands that it is possible.
Ultra sweetness in a block.
And comfort in what's black.
The thought of leaving is procrastinating.
And when you do,
It's okay.
There will be more.
Happiness.
Each brick tells a story.
A frog on the wall, with a house on a prairie.
It's just too good to be true.
He understands that it is possible.
Ultra sweetness in a block.
And comfort in what's black.
The thought of leaving is procrastinating.
And when you do,
It's okay.
There will be more.
Happiness.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Hidden Butterflies
It's his eyes,
She thinks to herself.
They smile at her,
But, he doesn't know.
Or,
He knows,
But, will never say.
It's his voice.
When he says: "How was your day?"
She hears,
"My attention is only for you."
Butterflies.
Shy smile.
But,
His always cool.
Always in one mindset.
When her mind cant stop -
Asking,
Answering,
Still not knowing.
It's his mind.
She wishes she could live there.
Build a house.
A home where she would say -
"I understand you."
And he would respond -
"I know."
She finds him in her dreams,
Where their moments seem real.
When she awakes, she is disappointed and sighs.
Will he ever hold her hand?
Will he hug her and never let go?
Will he be with her because it's right?
No.
Because,
She will never ask.
He will never admit to the truth.
She puts her butterflies in a cage,
Slows down her heart beat,
Floats back down to earth,
And answers -
"My day was just fine. How about your's?"
She thinks to herself.
They smile at her,
But, he doesn't know.
Or,
He knows,
But, will never say.
It's his voice.
When he says: "How was your day?"
She hears,
"My attention is only for you."
Butterflies.
Shy smile.
But,
His always cool.
Always in one mindset.
When her mind cant stop -
Asking,
Answering,
Still not knowing.
It's his mind.
She wishes she could live there.
Build a house.
A home where she would say -
"I understand you."
And he would respond -
"I know."
She finds him in her dreams,
Where their moments seem real.
When she awakes, she is disappointed and sighs.
Will he ever hold her hand?
Will he hug her and never let go?
Will he be with her because it's right?
No.
Because,
She will never ask.
He will never admit to the truth.
She puts her butterflies in a cage,
Slows down her heart beat,
Floats back down to earth,
And answers -
"My day was just fine. How about your's?"
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
For the Love of Hip Hop
I was culturally moved when I first met you.
My heart began beating to the flow of the music.
I know your's was too.
A sample never heard of before,
But not to any surprise, it became the rhythm to my favourite song.
This is where Hip Hop was born.
Five elements all leading to you.
I would spray-paint an image of your smile,
Break dance in honour of you,
Learn to scratch just because you love it,
Rap a verse that would only describe half of who you really are,
And finally, acknowledge myself of loving you.
You've got me in a Hip Hop state of mind.
I'm HIP-Notized.
Only you could discover the roots through my soul,
Evolving me,
To unity,
Newly,
We create each other's poetry.
There are only to members who have love for this music.
Only two are allowed.
Instead of breaking down walls to be different,
We've built them up to be the same.
We keep it old school,
Like the era of castle's and armour.
My Hip Hop King,
I will always dance to your song.
My heart began beating to the flow of the music.
I know your's was too.
A sample never heard of before,
But not to any surprise, it became the rhythm to my favourite song.
This is where Hip Hop was born.
Five elements all leading to you.
I would spray-paint an image of your smile,
Break dance in honour of you,
Learn to scratch just because you love it,
Rap a verse that would only describe half of who you really are,
And finally, acknowledge myself of loving you.
You've got me in a Hip Hop state of mind.
I'm HIP-Notized.
Only you could discover the roots through my soul,
Evolving me,
To unity,
Newly,
We create each other's poetry.
There are only to members who have love for this music.
Only two are allowed.
Instead of breaking down walls to be different,
We've built them up to be the same.
We keep it old school,
Like the era of castle's and armour.
My Hip Hop King,
I will always dance to your song.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
One too many times
The beauty of any relationship is Realisation and Appreciation.
Realisation of the rarity,
And the Appreciation of each other.
There comes a day, or even days, when an imbalance occurs,
And the relationship is doubted.
You call.
I answer, smiling.
I call.
You ignore, emotionless.
You text.
I respond, immediately.
I text.
You reply, 24 hours later.
You invite me to an event.
I attend, without hesitation.
I arrange an outing.
You cancel, on the last minute.
I walk around with a strong face.
Little did you know that this face was made with weak hands.
Maybe not every day,
Maybe not every month,
But, you have definitely saddened this heart.
I give and would give the world to any being,
Only to receive a souvenir in return.
One day I won't be there.
That day you will Realise what you had.
Tearful to think that only then I will be Appreciated.
Realisation of the rarity,
And the Appreciation of each other.
There comes a day, or even days, when an imbalance occurs,
And the relationship is doubted.
You call.
I answer, smiling.
I call.
You ignore, emotionless.
You text.
I respond, immediately.
I text.
You reply, 24 hours later.
You invite me to an event.
I attend, without hesitation.
I arrange an outing.
You cancel, on the last minute.
I walk around with a strong face.
Little did you know that this face was made with weak hands.
Maybe not every day,
Maybe not every month,
But, you have definitely saddened this heart.
I give and would give the world to any being,
Only to receive a souvenir in return.
One day I won't be there.
That day you will Realise what you had.
Tearful to think that only then I will be Appreciated.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Say Yes
I find myself thinking more than I can breathe.
Sometimes I think I'm resting my mind,
Only to realise that my relaxation consists of thoughts of you.
A conversation with a friend, and then I hear your name.
Your birth name has become the name of everyone.
Each time I say it, I smile, like it's the very first time.
Four in the morning, and I'm imagining your lips.
It's like tasting a sip of your favourite juice that someone else bought.
You either want another sip, or your own.
I wonder though,
Am I the air that you are breathing?
Is my name a constant reminder through your ears?
Will I be that favourite juice that you keep sipping on, so that you never have to share?
I gave you three questions.
I only expect one answer.
Yes.
Sometimes I think I'm resting my mind,
Only to realise that my relaxation consists of thoughts of you.
A conversation with a friend, and then I hear your name.
Your birth name has become the name of everyone.
Each time I say it, I smile, like it's the very first time.
Four in the morning, and I'm imagining your lips.
It's like tasting a sip of your favourite juice that someone else bought.
You either want another sip, or your own.
I wonder though,
Am I the air that you are breathing?
Is my name a constant reminder through your ears?
Will I be that favourite juice that you keep sipping on, so that you never have to share?
I gave you three questions.
I only expect one answer.
Yes.
Shelved
Everyone has found themselves on the shelf before.
Waiting to be picked, and then appreciated.
I chose you because I know your worth.
All the colours of you, is in me too.
People usually look down on you,
But, I've made you shine from the bottom to the top.
Low, middle, High.
You will always be beautiful in my eyes.
No one will take you away from me.
With all the love you get from me, no one has any reason to.
Red, black, pink, orange, cream, purple, beige, green, yellow, blue.
Sneakers, oh Sneakers, I love you (^^,)
Waiting to be picked, and then appreciated.
I chose you because I know your worth.
All the colours of you, is in me too.
People usually look down on you,
But, I've made you shine from the bottom to the top.
Low, middle, High.
You will always be beautiful in my eyes.
No one will take you away from me.
With all the love you get from me, no one has any reason to.
Red, black, pink, orange, cream, purple, beige, green, yellow, blue.
Sneakers, oh Sneakers, I love you (^^,)
Understand Me
I am not you.
I was not meant to be like you.
Never, will I be you.
But,
I understand you.
Now,
Understand me.
I move at my own pace.
It may be too slow for you.
But, it's just fine for me.
You like to click your fingers straight to happiness.
I don't mind the steps before the 'clicked' smile.
But,
I understand you.
Now,
Understand me.
You've never given someone the chance to hold your heart.
Some say its unsanitary.
I say, these hands are cleansed with goodness.
A rainbow always understands why it must appear after the rain.
That time will never change.
You push what you can't pull back.
I pull what I never want to push back.
I will always understand you.
Now, it's your turn.
Understand me.
I was not meant to be like you.
Never, will I be you.
But,
I understand you.
Now,
Understand me.
I move at my own pace.
It may be too slow for you.
But, it's just fine for me.
You like to click your fingers straight to happiness.
I don't mind the steps before the 'clicked' smile.
But,
I understand you.
Now,
Understand me.
You've never given someone the chance to hold your heart.
Some say its unsanitary.
I say, these hands are cleansed with goodness.
A rainbow always understands why it must appear after the rain.
That time will never change.
You push what you can't pull back.
I pull what I never want to push back.
I will always understand you.
Now, it's your turn.
Understand me.
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