Monday, June 22, 2009

Hugging the Pain

They were finished for the night, and everyone was talking
He had to go so, he said goodbye to everbody
He hugged everyone except the girl who really cared
And as she watched him drive away, she was dying of the pain

She got to her car, relieved that she had made it
She thought everyone could see her faking it;
She looks out the window with tears down her face
Only to find him pass and mouth her name

You see, he had forgotten something
And he was just now remembering.
But by the time he got back, she was gone
And so was the hug, all gone.

All gone, but they embraced the same heart break.

Saturday, June 20, 2009


I saw his caring, caring face
And my brain was out of place.
He did not love me, no not at all;
He pitied me, and that's all.

How stupid was I then?
I should have put two and two together
I should have known not to try to bear
Those feelings that shouldn't have been there.

I find a picture of him and I try to glare,
But somehow all I can do is stare
Stare into those gorgous, gentle brown eyes
The same whom I should despise,
For I am not one to be pitied well.

Next I see him again, with a friend;
He hugged her and I tried not to bend my guard,
Oh, I can not tell you how hard it was, hard
But I managed.

I see him later, and he hugs me,
Saying he meant to do that earlier, saying sorry
And as the akward embrace followed,
I tryed not to feel happy.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Inside Numb, Outside Warm

I feel as cold as ice
My heart feels black and it feels white
I feel nothing anymore
What could be in store?

I'm in a shell on a beach
Lost and out of reach (among others)
I loved you so much and now I feel it fading
Catch me quickly PLEASE catch me darling

I feel the warmth of summer come
But inside I'm cold and numb
Outside the days get brighter
Inside the nights get darker

I loved you so much and now I feel it fading
Catch me quickly PLEASE catch me darling

Please, please, please

Tuesday, May 5, 2009


Haven't seen him in the past few days
But I see him in my head now, anyways
I miss him so very much
I wish he knew how much....
I remember that very night
That night I felt so much life (when I probably shouldn't have)
I gave the little girl a piggy back ride up the stairs
As he watched me, I felt him watch me............
I watched her as she banged on a drum in one of those bean bag chairs.

Later he came up, and peered through the door,
I didn't have to look up when he did, I felt him there at the door
Caught me red handed as I thought I might sing a bit, sing a little love song....
(Oh, but I decided against it.......... Even when he was gone.)
I put the microphone down my face dropped
I knew I couldn't with him there, so instead I silently sobbed
But his eyes looked on, looked on me without seing the tears through my wall

He left and when I came back he had his red rose in his hand
His rose in hand, rose in hand, in hand
The one I gave everyone from the start, the one everyone threw away (But him)
He smiled at me peculiarly which made me wonder....... which made me wonder.....
which made me wonder............ does he know my secret?

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Hello My Wonderful Friends

Hey subeta guys! This is to show you that this is me, WithLove, and that I am not lying. lol

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Beginning to Go

Beginning to go, starting to leave
Beginning to walk, starting to step into the sunlight.

Marching the walk, treading in the sand
Marching in silence, treading away from where I now stand.

Learning to fear, wanting to cry
Learning to love, wanting to laugh.

Walking to heaven, going towards hell
Walking to judgment and my God as well.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Seeing You Through The Mask

Enchanting as always, you seem to not notice what your mere glance can do

No one can ever tell you how much light you shine through

Tomorrow means nothing without a today with you

I am always thinking of you, yearning for your presence

Carefully hiding behind a carefully-made mask

Eternally waiting to rejoice.
Dying song in candlelight
Being strong in the dark
Setting out for a journey
A journey of my life.

In my mind, I am alone(?)
In my heart, You are there(.)
In my soul, I know that you are always there.

I prepare for the journey
I am preparing to meet my end
In this world of humanity
In this world I must tread.
Crying moon and happy day
Flying owl and me flying away
I am different, I am free
But that doesn't mean that I like me.

I am strong but I am weak
I may seem smart but all I know are the words written in my heart......

I am different, I am free
Too bad I ueven underestimate me.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009


Dancing girl by the trees

Dancing girl is their invisible mystery

You think you know her

Well think again

She is a dancing girl

And that is all that is.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009


Cherish the moment, all ye that live
Cherish the moment like I once did.

Cherish the moment, sweet or sour
Savor each second, each minute, each hour.

Cherish the moment, go on, what do you have to lose?
Just the crying of your mother, just the sunny day to muse

Yes, cherish the moment like I once did
Maybe you'll learn more from it and have a chance to live.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Rain Falls

Rain falls, Rain falls

Rain falls softly, softly, softly

Rain falls and dances, and dances up and down

It hits the pavement, the pavement, and another one follows

Softly.... Softly....

Sun goes, Sun goes

Night falls, Night falls

Night falls quietly, quietly, quietly

awakening its friends....

The crickets chirp, crickets chirp

They chirp musically

The owl hoots, owl hoots

The owl hoots its dark song

Lonely, lonely, the wolf sings along.

Dancing By the Fire

Hear the music of the fire,
Hear those tribal drums
Within those firey flames and those glowing embers

See the fire's colors,
Colors of the rainbow
Some are sustainable, While some flicker in and out

Dance by the fire,
Hear those tribal drums
Watch the flames get higher
Hear the songs of hot red and blue tounges

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Small Deaths

A wolf cries for the moon

The moon cries for the sky

The sky cries to the heavens because it

has no desire to die.

Breaking in the Dark

Darkness swallows all
As I sit here, it consumes me;
I watch my bestfriend with him,
Whispering sweetly, smiling happily,

I know they cannot see me,
I am like their shadow
I am around, But alarmingly
they don't know.

In the dark parts of the theatre I hide
Look closer, maybe this time you'll see
Have you ever felt that you were being watched?
Have you ever thought that you were breaking a heart?
Have you ever thought
that you might be breaking my heart?


Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Guns Are Like Thoughts

Guns are like thoughts;
They are rarely used wisely, but
They are often used badly.

When used by the wrong person, they are terrible
When used by the just, they are a miracle to thousands of lives.

Before you say guns are bad,
Only used by crooks
Think about the policemen, but why not think about your children?

What would this nation be like without guns?
Children, women, defenseless men dying because they can't protect
themselves from people who take the law for granted.

I say again, my friends, Guns are like thoughts.
Thoughts aren't bad; Thoughts are not good.
They imply things, but in a sense they do not mean things:
'Tis all in the beholder.


Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Today and Later

Today I saw his deep brown eyes,
Today I saw through my own disguise;
I reached out my arms and hugged the
possessor of the deep brown eyes,
He reached out his arms and hugged me
I may not see those deep brown eyes tomorrow,
and maybe not the next.
Despite all my grief and sorrow, I
will hope and I will pray that he will be back soon.
That will keep the tears from falling, that keeps the
rain from falling.
I will be in his arms again, and I will see those eyes again.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Don't Freak Out

Don't freak out, everything is okay
Don't freak out, everything is okay.
The computer's just messed up, I tell myself.
What a bad omen for such a lovely day.

My computer is not contacting with Blogger,
My computer tells me I have to import my things,
My computer won't send my email to my bestfriend,
who is asking about the books I lent her.

Don't freak out, everything is okay
Don't freak out, everything is okay.
The computer's just messed up, I tell myself.
What a bad omen for such a lovely day.

Hello Friends.

This post is because of my friends on the forums. Yes, I am WithLove.

Just need to clear that up. Okay, now; keep reading.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009


I am trudging as if in swamp mud;

For that is what poets do,

When they are in a merciless writers-block,

In search of inspirations to pursue.

I am trudging, trudging,

That I guess you know by now;

I am trudging on an everlasting road,

Full of thoughtless, mocking suggestions.

Who is mocking me?

Why, the road itself!

Don't look at me like I'm crazy,

I swear that it is true.

The road is full of turns

waiting for me to take just one step into a fork,

In order to tell me it was the wrong side of the road!

Oh pitiless road!

And so I trudge on.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009


I enter a whole new mind,

I let my soul wander through it's experiences

It's another way to understand mankind,

But you don't have many chances.

You can walk a mile in other people's shoes,

But what does that do?

If you can wander through their experiences,

Then you must know them at least a little better.

To understand innocence is not foolish,

To understand injustice is not a crime

To act without seeking is foolish,

To treat someone badly without meaning

is wrong.

I wander through the experiences of a

weeping willow, swaying in the breeze, and

I wander through the experiences of a

tiger, crouching ready to kill.

I understand, mind you, I understand. Yet do they

understand me??


Into The Forest

The smell of musty undergrowth,

The sound of twinkling laughter from the stars.

The taste of adventure,

The feeling of exploration,

The first one to see.

Am I the first one to see?

The first one to hear that laughter?

To taste the fresh, intoxicating feeling of

exploration, of adventure?

No, not I.

There must have been others before me.

What happened? What changed?

What changed.....................

Now I smell meat, dead meat.

Now I hear sneering, laughing of

stars, jeering, jeering.

The taste of fear is a surprising sensation

on my tounge;

Now I feel sweat upon my brow.

What happened? What changed?

What changed.......................................................


Monday, February 2, 2009

Silence In A Scream

Have you ever heard the silence in a scream?

The unheard gasp, the thoughtless passion,

the tone of which emphisizes the other sound?

Have you ever heard the silence in a scream?

The garish crying, the emotion rising,

the sound the provokes it?

Have you ever heard the silence in a scream?

The endless noise, you can not hear it,

but it makes you hear the scream, loud as thunder,

clear as icy water, sharp as a sword:

The time you hear it, you cannot ignore it; for the

silence is louder than the scream.


The Land and I

When I glance away,
My soul stares anyway.

As I gain control,
My mind is yet to be found.

As I enter this world, this land,
I must exist in this empire, that democracy.

My heart is gong to beat with it's own rhythm,
No matter what the cold world tries to do.

When I turn away,
I find myself echoing that sight through my mind.

It's uncontrollable,
Yet it's not terrible.

It's passionate,
Passionately insane;
Yet so am I,
And so is this land.


Look Into My Eyes

Look into my eyes
Do you see it?
Do you see the pain,
The sorrow?

Look into my eyes
Look now,
Memorize the tears
It won't be there tommorow.

Look into my eyes
Do you see it?
No, you won't now
You'll never see the pain I felt,
You'll never see that tear be shead,
You will never see my sorrow................................