tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69472202317601507772011-07-30T17:04:59.591-07:00balahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12664006836829357247noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947220231760150777.post-79535947712963064402010-05-03T20:51:00.000-07:002010-05-03T23:47:55.761-07:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; ">Tears well up <div>why do I cry?</div><div>whom do I cry for?</div><div>Is it something I miss?</div><div>Is it someone whom I think of?</div><div>Silent tears roll down</div><div>but there is never a frown</div><div>For I must smile for the world to see</div><div>For I must never show my tears</div><div>Lest the world takes me to be weak</div><div><br /></div><div>The joy is all gone,</div><div>the innocence is all lost</div><div>I see the world as is</div><div>Cruel and cold</div><div>Smile I must to this world</div><div>Laugh I must at this world</div><div>For little do they know</div><div>When I step out </div><div>There is a mask I wear</div><div>There is a charade that I play</div><div>To dance and sway to these worldly ways</div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6947220231760150777-7953594771296306440?l=plethoraofrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>balahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12664006836829357247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947220231760150777.post-15748879282077625452010-05-03T19:18:00.001-07:002010-05-03T19:18:55.399-07:00<div style="text-align: justify; ">Thoughts running through my head</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">All kinds of them,</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">the good ones and the bad ones</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">the mean ones and the cruel ones</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">few make me smile </div><div style="text-align: justify; ">some make me cry</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">some make me want to hide and never see the world again</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">lots so bad that they make me cringe in pain</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Thoughts chasing me all the time</div><div style="text-align: justify; "> I want to hide from them</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">They make me do what I do</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">They make me say what I say</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">They make me the person I am</div><div style="text-align: justify; "> These thoughts that make me cry</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">These thoughts that me make me feel lost</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">These thoughts that me want to end my thoughts</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">These thoughts that make me want to end this</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">all of this</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">there seems like only one way </div><div style="text-align: justify; ">The one that will end all this</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Finish it all</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Then I will sleep in peace</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Peace that can not be touched by these thoughts</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6947220231760150777-1574887928207762545?l=plethoraofrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>balahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12664006836829357247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947220231760150777.post-84109882348601514012010-04-28T22:50:00.000-07:002010-04-28T23:36:00.289-07:00Fleeting is what it is<div>I try to catch it and it slips</div><div>I chase it and it flies</div><div>All that it leaves are impressions</div><div>Memories are all that I have!</div><div>Of the good ones and the bad ones!</div><div>All I want is to relive them again</div><div>Not one thing do I wish to change</div><div><br /></div><div>I know you love me</div><div>I want to tell you before it ever is too late</div><div>From the moment I was born</div><div>Memories of you are all that keep me alive.</div><div><br /></div><div>For you I live</div><div>For you I'll kill</div><div>For you die I also will</div><div>For you brought life to me</div><div>For you made me smile</div><div>For you made the hardest seem possible!</div><div>The memories of you that I have will always help me go an extra mile!!</div><div><br /></div><div>You make the darkest hour seem bright</div><div>You help me deal with everything that is not right</div><div>You rekindle the hope that has died</div><div>You tell me that everything will be alright.</div><div>Where are those days that just slipped away</div><div>Those days spent in laughter and joy.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know you are no memory </div><div>You have not left</div><div>I will be back once again</div><div>To make some more memories</div><div>Or maybe take a piece of you with me </div><div>So that stay you will with me</div><div>Forever and ever.</div><div>So that I can love you </div><div>Forever and ever!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6947220231760150777-8410988234860151401?l=plethoraofrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>balahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12664006836829357247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947220231760150777.post-76672880412042936672010-04-26T09:08:00.002-07:002010-04-26T09:10:56.788-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; ">I love you!<div>Everything that is you,</div><div>Everything that is around you,</div><div>Everything that I am because of you,</div><div>So much of love that I do not know what to do!</div><div>So much that it made you ask me what will you do with so much of love?</div><div>So much of love but still not enough to love the whole of you </div><div>And smile is all I could do.</div><div><br /></div><div>My love for you-</div><div>grows each time I see you</div><div>deepens when you are not around</div><div>rises like an ocean when I think of you</div><div>feels like the sweet rain drops on me when you hold.</div><div><br /></div><div>With hope I live that</div><div>someday you will know how much I love you.</div><div>someday I will be seen by you.</div><div>someday I will be loved by you. </div><div>Until then I keep going</div><div>because to know you in this lifetime is like being loved by YOU!!</div><div><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6947220231760150777-7667288041204293667?l=plethoraofrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>balahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12664006836829357247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947220231760150777.post-15066121824094495682010-04-26T09:08:00.001-07:002010-04-26T09:08:53.702-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; ">I stand and I see<div>I see nothing but darkness all around me,</div><div>The darkness keeps closing in on me</div><div>And I thought It was my enemy</div><div>Till I realized</div><div>It was the only friend I ever had.</div><div><br /></div><div>A friend whom I could trust</div><div>A friend whom I could love</div><div>A friend who would never leave</div><div><br /></div><div>It keeps me in a comfortable cocoon of darkness</div><div>Away from all the pain and hurt</div><div>All I hear is the beat of my heart,</div><div>And feel my emotions die by a part.</div><div><br /></div><div>I emerge with a smile on my face and my friend on my side</div><div>It is a part of me that no one can divide.</div><div>All that is left is an aura of serene</div><div>Aloof and cold that I had never been.</div><div>Warm sunshine that I used to be</div><div>has become the icy indifferent me!!</div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6947220231760150777-1506612182409449568?l=plethoraofrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>balahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12664006836829357247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6947220231760150777.post-71341299408845936572010-04-26T09:07:00.000-07:002010-04-26T09:08:30.695-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "><br /><div><br /></div><div>There I stood staring down</div><div>Thinking of all that had been going on</div><div>All that had gone wrong</div><div><br /></div><div>All the thoughts rushing into my head</div><div>Filling my heart with hatred</div><div>Hate so much </div><div>That no love can touch</div><div><br /></div><div>Where has all the love gone?</div><div>Where are my emotions?</div><div>Hate so much</div><div>Hate so strong!!</div><div><br /></div><div>keep losing faith day after day</div><div>keep losing trust more everyday</div><div>I have no reason to trust anyone</div><div>No reason to love anyone</div><div>because one day they will be gone</div><div><br /></div><div>I have come to believe </div><div>I do not have anyone but me!</div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6947220231760150777-7134129940884593657?l=plethoraofrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>balahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12664006836829357247noreply@blogger.com0