Poetry At Will

My Eyes To Cry

Real tears that streamed from my eyes
Were hidden from the ones who caused it.
The hurt that gripped strong at my heart,
Cause me to hide once again.
Hide from all compliments, all remarks,
All false and real smiles.
My heart, I decide, needs to hardened.
Turn cold all emotions and feelings
That may cause me to cry.
To cry tears down a familiar path on my cheeks.
As I look in the mirror now,
I see stale tears smeared across my cheeks,
My nose turning red to match my eyes.
My lonely reflection begins to get blurry
As the pain returns and my eyes fill.
I close my eyes tight,
Squeezing in my salty tears
And trying to find strength.

Enemy Found

It is true. You are your worse own enemy. I have seen that I can really destroy myself. I can not really say how much damage is done, but I can just sense it. I hold myself back alot. Well, maybe in time, since I know how i am slowly damaging my mental health, I can repair myself. Not sure yet, how I am gonna do that?

Achieving This

I sat at this keyboard this afternoon thinking about what I can post. There have been thoughts blowing about in my head that i need to sweep out. But these thoughts are hard to place. I am trying these days to develop my artistic side. I am trying to improve my drawing skills, so that I can attempt to put my written or spoken words in a single picture. I do believe that I can achieve this. I believe that this computer has made be lazy. I used to question my talent that I inherited but not anymore.I can draw what I see but the challenge is to draw what isn't there. This will take time but I will be patience and not give up. This is something that I don't want to accomplish but need to.

Someone For Everyone

i was watching a show on vh1. i believe it was "totally Obsessed". well, these people have the most weird hobbies and nasty obsessions. really nasty. one person i saw want to be a cat, a woman want to reach 600 pounds and one guy is obsessed with pac-man. he was creepy. well, what i notice is that with these people and their weird obsessions, they all got a husband or a wife. just goes to prove that there is someone for everyone.

Any Kind Of Words

I wonder sometimes if words really do hold power. Can words really boost and motivate person all the time or only at special moments.

So-So Movies

It have this movie that i like to watch. It is named "Camp'. I know some people make call it lame but to me it was alright. It was interesting and I had liked the some of the singing. I really liked "How can you see me through my tears" and "here's where I stand". I thought they were beautiful songs.

There are some movies that are out that may suck to the general public to you, you will give a high rating.

Dreaming Sweet Or Sweet Dreams

Oh yes, there is a beauty in dreaming. Not dreams of the future, but the dreams that come when you see close your eyes. Wonder if there is a difference between 'sweet dreams" and "dreaming sweet". To me "sweet dreams" is just what someone says to you just to be polite before you sleep. The dreams that therefore hugged you all night are just a comfort. But "dreaming sweet" are the dreams that make you wake up with a wide friggin' smile on your face. these are not wet dreams but just dreams that just make you feel good.

busy bee be me

i have been keeping myself busy the old fashion way with sewing and crocheting. it is fun.

mummy knows

everyone knows that there are times when your parents are right. i had a friend that used to come by me when i was younger. my mother used to tell me "he looking for a girlfriend". that was true but to avoid any talk, i used to say "nah, that my friend". well, our area was close so my mummy used to see him and come and tell me that my friend was looking high. well, i never used to comment to this cause i knew it could be right. i intentionly, lose touch with him cause he was making my mother ask me too much questions. i hate personal questions with a passion. now, one of my girl friends that knew this boy would give me updates. updates like "jail taking too long to come for him" and "he only smoking". so, how can i tell my mother about him knowing she was right so much years ago. well, i don't. she already knows the truth to her. i don't need to say a thing.

Still here

i am here. i am keeping myself busy if you wanna know.