Sunday, 27 March 2011
Our First Goodbye
The world seemed to disappear when we touched
Nothing else mattered as we clutched
And when my lips touched yours
It felt like i just walked through heaven's doors
And my little heart skipped a beat
Looks like its found its mate
We held onto each other like it was our last
We did not want to let go, not soo fast
But i had to let go, i had a train to catch
I will come see you again, i know that much
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
My Favourite Poems
Words so beautifully crafted together
They spark emotions from deep inside of me
And you do it with such ease
Pure work of genius, just like a bestseller
I can read it a million times
And it will put a smile on my face every single time
Each verse arrives with a vibration
Each verse ends with an X
My favourite poems are your text messages
Saturday, 12 March 2011
Falling
Feels like the earth disappeared beneath my feet
Unable to stop myself I drop down like sleet
Not too sure how this happened
Keep telling myself this maybe destined
Events I cannot control
Above I will look as I fall
Do not let me land on the wall
Ease me straight through these doors
Take me in and I will remain yours
Out of nowhere this has come to be
United by fate all shall see
Nature unites pisces with scorpio
Saturday, 5 March 2011
05/02
He used to be king, the ruler, the master
He once wielded the keys to that castle
He once sat upon that throne
And now he rules no more
Off the throne,without a kingdom |
So he moved on to new and exciting conquests
Marched through many varied lands
And that's all he does now, march through
He takes nothing with him and leaves nothing behind
His sword ploughing through all in its way
He hears the jingles and looks back
Staring into the past
His former throne taken by another
He smiles and marches on
He will hold no grudges
He has the world before him now
He can have all he wants
Wednesday, 2 March 2011
Inspiration
I've spent hours staring at these snow mountains and taking long walks through the quiet streets of this alpine town, trying to get some inspiration, something to write on .But all I get is cold shivers and the you-don't-come-from-around-here stares from the locals. And thats all it took for me to realise my inspiration to write comes from within.Others may write about just what they see but I need a deeper connection between my inner self and the outside world.I need to feel to write. So I've made my way back to my room and my fingers dance on my keyboard at my heart's direction!
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