Have you ever clung to a desire for so long that your eyes saw nothing else? The most beautiful part of existence is the ability to dream, to aspire toward a goal, no matter how lofty! Like the little girl with her hand outstretched to the stars, hoping for just

should you find yourself at the captains helm as everyone around you is jumping ship do not lose your stride dont miss a step because I will be right beside you braving the storm as the cruel dark clouds loom just above the bow and the torrential rains begin to

A simple poem dedicated for my friend that I met 5 years ago online, and almost a year now that we haven’t talk anymore. I just wonder where could he be ,but I wish that he is okay. I wish he will read this. This is for you best friend.

I can’t exactly remember how and when we first met… We always have a pleasant conversation every time we chat on net. Knowing me, knowing you is what we usually do. Trying to enjoy  being together every minute or two. Sometimes you make me feel so comfortable with you. But

today i sit and ponder i’ve reached farther than i ever dreamed possible, a time when i thought life was over only to start afresh at the stroke of dawn; bound by the unknown, i would break the shackles if i can just to go back to where it all

Dawn tinges the black sky, A glow beyond the dark of night. Impossible shades of gray, Then silver turning to gold. Beauty only GOD can provide, Trying to light the sadness of my empty soul. Awake. Night followed by day followed by night. Alone. TV blaring trying to fill the

The shattering of my heart when you said goodbye Is like the waves of the ocean crashing against the rocks….. I stood there in the doorway Begging you not you leave, But you looked at me and said nothing. Your silence shot through my body Strait through my heart heart

That summer was when I found my heart hidden under a stone in an abandoned park with rusty swings and an old yellow slide I climbed up the steps and stood so high so high I could almost touch the sky. Then I went down and that’s where I found

I am a painter, and I like to paint pictures, But my pictures are made from words rather than paint! I brush and stroke the keys to lay the words down in front of me, I keep on painting until I get a good end result! My words capture a

Big blue sky, Cold crisp December air, Soul alive, Spirits reigning high, Jingle bells and all that! Many a hangover is on the way, The post man will deliver, Nights we will feel the shiver, Nights sitting beside the Christmas tree! The end of the year grows near, Drowned out

No matter how far the distance, No matter how tired and busy we are, No matter how much time will it take, Honey, I’ll wait for you for our love sake. I may not always be here for you, I may not always say, ” I love you ” But

“There is a part of us as must walks free, A part which you have named, To be yet unnamed, A part which carries a whisper, As a breath does life, A Whisper Of Love Too free to be tamed. It lies within us, as a shadow unseen, It flows

Some things, are not meant to last. Some, were robbed and some were lost. Some, were displayed and sold, and… Some remains intact like a ring of gold. Things change and so do people. Friends left, and some just stop being friends Some just stay and hold you ’till the

This plentiful right, pieces of earth. A vast depiction in a corner rainbow. To me the vast covering set to release Astonishment, happiness, under the sea arriving vindicated certainties in promise. Just all are the many sitting here Now there’s few standing toward the angelic still as I am blinded

Heavy is the heart, Slowing you down, Leaving behind the trail like that of a snail, Heavy, like a ball and chain Tied to you in vain. Shattered are your dreams, If you not rid yourself of this shame. There will be no reality. Embrace yourself. There is so much

I’m tired, exhausted, Running… The trees down the avenue cannot be counted I’m running too fast. My mouth is dry I see a stream nearby Water won’t quench my thirst It is not what I need My heart pounds into my ribcage So intense, tears stream down my cheeks But

a brand new year, a brand new start, is what make things right, i assumed; plenty of scars – both physical and emotional still attached to myself and refused to leave me in solitude as much as i tried; foolishly i believed this existence is all but doomed, i have

watching the kids play i stood there on a slow afternoon in a room full of emptiness; the memories and dreams broken and haunting me still as i speak to the atmosphere and i fall into myself; beauty is the what the eyes behold beneath this skin, no one can