| And you came to me on a summer breeze |
[Feb. 4th, 2012|02:45 am] |
And you come to me on a summer breeze
Keep me warm in your love
Then you softly leave
And it's me you need to show
How deep is your love
All the guys that have come and gone on an endless summer breeze, none of whom have given me even a sliver of their love. No deeper love do I know than the love of my heavenly Father. |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2011|07:54 am] |
I want this song at my wedding.
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| Bon nuit |
[Jun. 26th, 2011|07:48 pm] |
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light
And too much in love to say good night |
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| A life without love |
[Jun. 4th, 2011|05:25 pm] |
by Rachel D Fogle
A sunset without a sun is no sunset at all.
A life without love is no life at all.
A rainbow without colors is no rainbow at all.
And heart without feelings is no human at all.
All these things need something to be,
Either a sun or a person or a crayon,
If only to create what nature said was meant to be.
A sunset makes us feel as though the world has been born again.
A life with love lets us know it's worth to let someone in.
A rainbow with colors thats a moment frozen in time, to be grateful for all that is beautiful and feel all the glory inside.
A heart that has feelings, well that would be me.
For I love just the thought of you and hope you feel the same for me.
Life without our love, is an emptiness I'm not sure I wish to face.
Because I know that time will never be able to erase.
I wish our love was as simple as a sunset, ready to be born again.
But I know in truth love only comes from within.
So I'll keep watching for my sunset, and looking for that rainbow to shine someday.
Then one day maybe our love will find its way again. |
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| Ache |
[Apr. 17th, 2011|07:45 pm] |
Of all the things I spend my days deliberating over, the heart still troubles me most. Reality can be worked on, perspectives can be changed; but the heart knows what the heart knows. The heart wants what the heart wants.
(this is an unfinished post) |
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| You put the color inside of my world |
[May. 9th, 2010|10:50 pm] |
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| | John Myaer | ] |
Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"
-John Mayer |
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| All or nothing (I chose the latter) |
[Apr. 29th, 2010|08:24 pm] |
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| | Can't Help Falling In Love With You - Ingrid Michaelson | ] |
Freedom is slightly more than twelve hours away. And here I lie, on my bed, guilty for having frittered what could have been my salvation day away. As usual, everything I know still lies neatly on my table or in my laptop. I have spent the day basically.. doing nothing.
But as the ever wise Calvin says, "There is never enough time to do all the nothing you want."
Hate how he's always right. The only memory I have retrieved (via the Mother) of my quick-witted six year-old self is my telling her, "I MAY BE STANDING BUT MY SPIRIT IS SITTING DOWN!" when she demanded that I stood while she scolded my brains away. I would love to have a kid as intelligent and naughty as Calvin. Not so much an imaginary feline friend though.. In reality, that's just.. queer.
Not really doing nothing though. I did manage to watch two movies today - (Majella if you're reading, I downloaded more shows after you confiscated my harddisk *snigger*) Time Traveler's Wife and The Blind Side! For an oscar-winning show, the latter is really an idiosyncracy (in the good way). It was fantastic and touching and so real. I'm never gonna make a good movie critic or whatsoever, not in the mood I'm in right now anyway, but everyone's gotta watch it.
Disclaimer (for all these uninspired posts I'm putting up): Just forcing myself to start writing again in the hopes that one day, creativity and inspiration will pour down like fire and brimstones. (And I got my first ever A for an editorial piece! Guess if my aspirations don't come through, I could really fall back on my backup plan - that is, a wedding columnist HAHA I probably need a backup plan for that backup plan too.) |
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| 50, 025 600 x 70 if we're lucky |
[Apr. 28th, 2010|11:56 pm] |
There are so many things on my mind now, one of them being how I detest translating these thoughts with my clumsy words. But of them all, what has been bugging me for weeks now and tonight especially, is that-
1. Life is too short to be lukewarm.
2. Life is measured by the people who measure their lives against yours.
Thus, I have decided, starting with the revival of this space (despite constantly despising how my words look so clumpy and awkward and in need of poetic intervention), that I will mount up the courage to speak to someone I still love dearly again. Despite everything that has transpired between us, I hope that things will work out. (If she will have me, that is.) More stable and noble than I ever was. I will be like argon.
But all these only after the last paper on friday morning. My only consolation is that the weekend can finally be spent doing nothing. Except, not really. My recent and unsurprising immersion into the oasis of scholastic woes and bad news has also been clouding my mind. Hard to get rid of, these ones.
In other news, I'm extremely thankful my mom is finally done being a circuit preacher, for now at least. There's finally home-cooked food to come home to every evening. What I do know for sure, now that the reign of the pedantic vernacular monster has ended, is that it just takes me to will myself to write something for it to actually be.
In truths that she learned,
Or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned,
Or the way that she died.
I will measure my life in love!! |
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| Come on, ring those bells! |
[Dec. 25th, 2009|01:49 am] |
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Everybody likes to take a holiday
Everybody likes to take a rest
Spending time together with the family
Sharing lots of love and happiness.
Come on, ring those bells,
Light the Christmas tree,
Jesus is the king
Born for you and me.
Come on, ring those bells,
Every-body say,
Jesus, we remember
This your birthday.
Celebrations come because of something good.
Celebrations we love to recall
Mary had a baby boy in Bethleham
The greatest celebration of all.
Come on, ring those bells,
Light the Christmas tree,
Jesus is the King
Born for you and me.
Come on, ring those bells,
Every-body say,
Jesus, we remember
This your birthday. |
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