The disappering girlThe disappearing girlMore Like This
In a small village called Baléa ,there was a little girl named Samantha, she loved to play
hopscotch in the rain. She also loved to play tag in the rain. Her family was very, very poor.
On everyday of her birthday she playd hopscotch but it was always sunny. They were always
working on there farm. On her 8 birthday it started to rain, so she invited all of her
friends to come and play with her; but they all said no because it was rainning. She decided
to just play hopscotch the whole day while her parents were working .She never learned
Nameless BeautyWe share smiles, but still we must part.More Like This
These blinds eyes hold a broken heart.
A glance, or a touch by fate.
I'll change before it's too late.
Dreams like postcards scattered over floor and table,
torn pages hold the plot of our real life fable.
Far, yet in sight the ending stays.
with voices locked, faint music plays.
Within the darkness, I somehow see you,
all that you've said and all I'll put you through.
On my knees, I pray I wrote this right,
to speak in voice serious but light.
I wish to create silence that can be heard
and to write letters that mean more then words.
A new beginning came from the end,
but still we can't be more then "just friends."
Wanting, searching, hoping for new direction,
when in the end you'll have inspired perfection,
There's this spark, without a flame, so I'll light it.
and beauty that lost it's name, so I'll write it...
Sickeningly Precious It's amazing, what sickens me these days, what brings me to my knees. The most precious, once-loved memories that now bring nothing but scorn and resentment. A resentment I feel ashamed to harbor because that love is still there, but it's abandoned, and like an irreplicable gem it has grown far too precious. Sickeningly precious. I find other gems every once in a while. Just as beautiful, just as precious, but they are nothing but a mockery, an insult, a travesty. I have to take these gems for myself, but they'll never be the same as the most precious, the ones that were given to me. The ones I didn't have to work for. The ones I was blissfully ignorant of, until they graced me with their unheeded presence, and for the first time felt that something was truly precious.More Like This
One LoveOne glance.More Like This
Those little butterflies in my stomach?
They're all taking flight.
My skin, so forgotten without you near?
Tingles at the affections of your hand.
All those nightmares, all those tears?
And my heart, the one I never let anyone hold?
Is all yours...