Someone Like You
by: abel
Life changing memory.
I thought it was a fantasy.
Someone's heart made me free.
Someone's heart made me see
the brighter side of me...
......thank you for listening.......
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
bumps of growing up...by abel
Time to say goodbye
when the heart can't lie.
Time to say goodbye
when truth can't be denied.
Word goodbye
is neither word of sadness
nor emptiness.
Word goodbye
is a word of growing up.
Learning to say goodbye
is a road towards acceptance.
Time to say goodbye.
Time to close the old door
and time to open another one.
A time to choose
and say the word goodbye.
A time to choose
and live a different life.
....let's grow up together ....
when the heart can't lie.
Time to say goodbye
when truth can't be denied.
Word goodbye
is neither word of sadness
nor emptiness.
Word goodbye
is a word of growing up.
Learning to say goodbye
is a road towards acceptance.
Time to say goodbye.
Time to close the old door
and time to open another one.
A time to choose
and say the word goodbye.
A time to choose
and live a different life.
....let's grow up together ....
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Life behind symbols by abel
Life behind symbols
Life is like a puzzle.
At first you’ll never know
where to put each pieces.
You’ll never know where to find the lost pieces.
All you know is that
its just there.
All I need is time,
to find it,
to search for it
and connect every pieces of it.
The pieces are just there.
They are not missing.
They are just there.
Its shape has its own place.
Its shape has its own trace.
Its shape has its own grace.
See the larger picture …
Different pieces,
different shapes,
different sizes,
different colors
but when put together it is just one piece of art.
One whole picture.
That is what puzzle is.
That is what life is.
Life is like a puzzle.
At first you’ll never know
where to put each pieces.
You’ll never know where to find the lost pieces.
All you know is that
its just there.
All I need is time,
to find it,
to search for it
and connect every pieces of it.
The pieces are just there.
They are not missing.
They are just there.
Its shape has its own place.
Its shape has its own trace.
Its shape has its own grace.
See the larger picture …
Different pieces,
different shapes,
different sizes,
different colors
but when put together it is just one piece of art.
One whole picture.
That is what puzzle is.
That is what life is.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
secret woman by andressa F
There is a secret
A secret in the way
that exist in me
they call honey.
I live in half
and I am in half.
I exist behind the smile
that anticipates
the taste of the tear.
What they think is not
what I see in the mirror.
Intimate with myself
the anguish is squeeze.
Swallowing food
I push the sorrow
and the bitter molecule.
And no one sees.
Nobody knows the wet slip,
the tight eye,
the painful hiccups,
my immoral minute,
before sleep.
There is a deep cut
that does not bleed
that does not close.
So I sleep.
And I wake up.
And I sleep and wake up.
And I live like this: in half.
A secret in the way
that exist in me
they call honey.
I live in half
and I am in half.
I exist behind the smile
that anticipates
the taste of the tear.
What they think is not
what I see in the mirror.
Intimate with myself
the anguish is squeeze.
Swallowing food
I push the sorrow
and the bitter molecule.
And no one sees.
Nobody knows the wet slip,
the tight eye,
the painful hiccups,
my immoral minute,
before sleep.
There is a deep cut
that does not bleed
that does not close.
So I sleep.
And I wake up.
And I sleep and wake up.
And I live like this: in half.
Monday, October 20, 2008
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