I wanna be apart from you when you lose at the closed door
And you don't even realise that the door you closed, i will never be opened by i.
All i want is you to re open what you had at hello and not at bye without any emotion but the closed door.I reach and you leave, stuck behind the door that bindes us apart. What sets us apart from us is that door. I won't wait forever untill you re
alise ,what you did to us not me.Walking around i feel that i lost sight who you are and what you stand for.The train comes to pick you and i watched you look at your watch and turn to run.I stood there for several seconds and i thought,"He's back" and i ran after you and only you. I yell,"wait for your other half". In the moonlight you turned and ran towards me.You had that look as if you remebered, you closed the door.Looking in eachothers eyes knowing what the others' thinking,'Let's not be apart for a long time because i miss us".
Open Sea
Friday, August 8, 2014
"The past is now"
I feel that i met you some other time and in a other place.
I just don't know how yet. But i can't wait to see you more in my life then before.
Are you real?Because this just can't be real.
Because i think i have fallen for you.
Even if i feel in another place you broke my heart once.
Maybe during that time it was meant to be then.
And this is what it is meant to be now.
You may think i am crazy but you know deep inside it's true, because you feel it to.
We are like a book, the story and the characters come back
alive each time a person reads it.
But with us sometimes it does feel a little old and written before, then sometimes it feels new.
And we would of never thought of that if we did read each others moves then analyze everything about each other.
Or we are an old movie that can be on replay and never get old because it can be real in any time, year, day or hour.
We have that fire that can die down sometimes then reheat to a huge flames of heat and passion.
And no one else in the world can make that flame we have, into another fire.Or a candle that can be lit with a flick.
A real fire takes time and work and some wind to fight with in
someday. Sometimes the past is never really great in moments.But it's now we handle it, past to change things and make things better with some things on repeat once in a while.This may sound crazy but our past is our now and our future.
I just don't know how yet. But i can't wait to see you more in my life then before.
Are you real?Because this just can't be real.
Because i think i have fallen for you.
Even if i feel in another place you broke my heart once.
Maybe during that time it was meant to be then.
And this is what it is meant to be now.
You may think i am crazy but you know deep inside it's true, because you feel it to.
We are like a book, the story and the characters come back
alive each time a person reads it.
But with us sometimes it does feel a little old and written before, then sometimes it feels new.
And we would of never thought of that if we did read each others moves then analyze everything about each other.
Or we are an old movie that can be on replay and never get old because it can be real in any time, year, day or hour.
We have that fire that can die down sometimes then reheat to a huge flames of heat and passion.
And no one else in the world can make that flame we have, into another fire.Or a candle that can be lit with a flick.
A real fire takes time and work and some wind to fight with in
someday. Sometimes the past is never really great in moments.But it's now we handle it, past to change things and make things better with some things on repeat once in a while.This may sound crazy but our past is our now and our future.
"The garden of a child" written 2009
The girl with so many blank faces,
walks alone into an empty garden.
With sorrow in her eyes , she walks and finds a red rose feels like death or a lost love.Fading its color like the wheel of life turning it's side ,on roses of love .She sees the world spinning before her eyes like a roller coaster ride.
The girl with so many blank faces walks,
alone with the dead rose in hand sees a tree of hope that was never found. She hopes the rose will turn red again like blood as the color of a crayon.
The girl with so many blank faces walks into the dark garden she sees a lantern.So bright she picks it up then it's clear this garden is a child's garden.A garden that was once hers upon a time. She looks, she sees her life being played before her eyes in the night.
The girl with so many blank faces sees , what she has missed in her childhood now. She sees that life had made her life sweet as a rose upon spring blooming. The girl sees this child that could do great things. And the great things she would do, cause she's the child of the garden
walks alone into an empty garden.
With sorrow in her eyes , she walks and finds a red rose feels like death or a lost love.Fading its color like the wheel of life turning it's side ,on roses of love .She sees the world spinning before her eyes like a roller coaster ride.
The girl with so many blank faces walks,
alone with the dead rose in hand sees a tree of hope that was never found. She hopes the rose will turn red again like blood as the color of a crayon.
The girl with so many blank faces walks into the dark garden she sees a lantern.So bright she picks it up then it's clear this garden is a child's garden.A garden that was once hers upon a time. She looks, she sees her life being played before her eyes in the night.
The girl with so many blank faces sees , what she has missed in her childhood now. She sees that life had made her life sweet as a rose upon spring blooming. The girl sees this child that could do great things. And the great things she would do, cause she's the child of the garden
operation 365 roses"
you saw me on that block in the city first.
you got in my cab "not yours" even if you clam it.
The next week out of the blue in my favorite coffee shop.
The following month in my studio not even knowing it was mine. Then you asked for the manger,so the work you wanted to be done would be perfect.
Which was me and you said,"you". I said, " I have a name sir".
We talked about the project, you wanted to be done for your mom. For every week that i have worked,you brought me a rose. when I asked why a rose each time.
You said," I fell in love you in the cab,coffee shop and at the studio.''
I work on that project for four months.
During those twelve weeks i had 12 roses and a person that made me laugh and to be inspired.And after that we continued to date for 365 days.
By that 365 days, i had 365 roses each day and nights came 365 white roses. And i still question how i ended up with so many roses thought the years, but you ever tell.
One day after two years outside my studio window in the building across was "Will You Marry Me". Each letter in each window with tie dyed roses.
You lighted my heavy workload each day by a rose each day.
When i saw you in the building across on that balcony on one
knee.So i opened a window and signed my cab was not your cab and you are mine. Then i shouted on the tip of my lungs,"yes, only if you bring a rose each day just for me that's including when you are far away. Each 365 days came with it.
But you kept my only request because without that rose between us. That's our project 365 days, one rose for two.
you got in my cab "not yours" even if you clam it.
The next week out of the blue in my favorite coffee shop.
The following month in my studio not even knowing it was mine. Then you asked for the manger,so the work you wanted to be done would be perfect.
Which was me and you said,"you". I said, " I have a name sir".
We talked about the project, you wanted to be done for your mom. For every week that i have worked,you brought me a rose. when I asked why a rose each time.
You said," I fell in love you in the cab,coffee shop and at the studio.''
I work on that project for four months.
During those twelve weeks i had 12 roses and a person that made me laugh and to be inspired.And after that we continued to date for 365 days.
By that 365 days, i had 365 roses each day and nights came 365 white roses. And i still question how i ended up with so many roses thought the years, but you ever tell.
One day after two years outside my studio window in the building across was "Will You Marry Me". Each letter in each window with tie dyed roses.
You lighted my heavy workload each day by a rose each day.
When i saw you in the building across on that balcony on one
knee.So i opened a window and signed my cab was not your cab and you are mine. Then i shouted on the tip of my lungs,"yes, only if you bring a rose each day just for me that's including when you are far away. Each 365 days came with it.
But you kept my only request because without that rose between us. That's our project 365 days, one rose for two.
"Write me a letter"
Write me something with meaning to you,anything,and everything
Use any utensil on anything that is your "paper".
And put your words down for me to read
or even just a word that will say more then you think
Let me know about your day or what you learned that day
So i can learn to, since knowledge is the key in this life.
Tell me when you are empty inside.
So i can fill you back up with normal feelings then nothing at all
you can draw your thoughts out, which might be a little hard
without any arrows.
Remind me about the day, we met when you went left and i went right or about the day of our first date at the coffee shop by the lake.
Just continue to write me it doesn't matter about the length of it
or how small the writing is or style it's written in by you.
Send it over night or by anything to get it to me faster.
As if you are next to me, reading me your master piece
has the words fall off the letter and float around me
after those words you say, i will return to my pen.
Respond to you and label it 365, 365 letters, 365 days without you.
We only had little time face to face, which was pulled away
but those letters we write makes us, seem as if we known
each other forever.
When you come home or back closer to it, don't just tell me so
write me a letter, as a map that only i can decipher.
To where you are or where you will be just for one Hello
without any electronics to help communicate for one year to use.
I know more about you with your simple signature
And a package of pages of ten of your thoughts
Every time i open an envelope from you, i lit up all over again
Together, Here,Home, We have 730 letters in order
From the beginning to right now
When i wake up and i see a letter on the door and i smile
I read ,''Write me a letter, I know a world about you,
but I be there is so much more,
one more year to learn".
Use any utensil on anything that is your "paper".
And put your words down for me to read
or even just a word that will say more then you think
Let me know about your day or what you learned that day
So i can learn to, since knowledge is the key in this life.
Tell me when you are empty inside.
So i can fill you back up with normal feelings then nothing at all
you can draw your thoughts out, which might be a little hard
without any arrows.
Remind me about the day, we met when you went left and i went right or about the day of our first date at the coffee shop by the lake.
Just continue to write me it doesn't matter about the length of it
or how small the writing is or style it's written in by you.
Send it over night or by anything to get it to me faster.
As if you are next to me, reading me your master piece
has the words fall off the letter and float around me
after those words you say, i will return to my pen.
Respond to you and label it 365, 365 letters, 365 days without you.
We only had little time face to face, which was pulled away
but those letters we write makes us, seem as if we known
each other forever.
When you come home or back closer to it, don't just tell me so
write me a letter, as a map that only i can decipher.
To where you are or where you will be just for one Hello
without any electronics to help communicate for one year to use.
I know more about you with your simple signature
And a package of pages of ten of your thoughts
Every time i open an envelope from you, i lit up all over again
Together, Here,Home, We have 730 letters in order
From the beginning to right now
When i wake up and i see a letter on the door and i smile
I read ,''Write me a letter, I know a world about you,
but I be there is so much more,
one more year to learn".
Crying Smile
The smile she has everyday shows, she’s been crying,
Some people don’t know what’s behind that smile.
She cries more in that two years then her whole life.
The girl feels she can’t go anywhere or grow anymore,
She might be a Mona Lisa on the outside on a canvas.
Because so many have wondered what’s behind her smile,
The girl with the smile can’t show how she truly feels anymore.
By the judgment and the stories she tells, she’s is about to give up,
She’s the only one who knows how she feels.
Though all the bad stuff that’s been happening,
She went through and no one has really asked her how,
She feels deep inside; her inner core to her heart.
She only says the things, people want to hear
The girl with the crying smile just wants to be free.
Free from her hurt and live on greatness
Not in sorrow that has been upon her for way to long.
Realized from her pounds of tears and her face in the mirror,
She will be the girl with the beautiful smile to lift everyone.
Then be the one with a crying smile,
At last the girl’s face changed with a pure smile then
Her true life began with a real smile.
Some people don’t know what’s behind that smile.
She cries more in that two years then her whole life.
The girl feels she can’t go anywhere or grow anymore,
She might be a Mona Lisa on the outside on a canvas.
Because so many have wondered what’s behind her smile,
The girl with the smile can’t show how she truly feels anymore.
By the judgment and the stories she tells, she’s is about to give up,
She’s the only one who knows how she feels.
Though all the bad stuff that’s been happening,
She went through and no one has really asked her how,
She feels deep inside; her inner core to her heart.
She only says the things, people want to hear
The girl with the crying smile just wants to be free.
Free from her hurt and live on greatness
Not in sorrow that has been upon her for way to long.
Realized from her pounds of tears and her face in the mirror,
She will be the girl with the beautiful smile to lift everyone.
Then be the one with a crying smile,
At last the girl’s face changed with a pure smile then
Her true life began with a real smile.
Be mine for now
With one ear all I hear is the static blocking out the world.
And with the other, I hear you talking to me in the crowded room
Your voice is a wispier across the table.
You always start a serious conversation with a laugh.
Then you say, “I guess the term in one ear and out the other is kind of impossible right now.”
You always make my worse days to be the best days through a year.
You always said, “Even if we were famous or not, we would still be the same people
Who live by their own standards than anyone else’s and live up to what makes us happy,
we don’t live by titles that people use .. We are just us..
Nothing more and nothing less”.
You look at me with those eyes and smile then lastly say
“Be mine for now and I am not going to say forever, because we have now; in this moment. Black and white, I just might be your knight. There is one way to find out so, would you take the chance to be mine right now”.
I looked in those eyes once more and said,
“I thought you wanted to be forever but I will take each day if we continue”.
I looked down to my hand and you started to write.
“ I want you for now & many years to come from this second”.
And completed those words written with a heart around it.
I smiled and that was it, I was yours.
And with the other, I hear you talking to me in the crowded room
Your voice is a wispier across the table.
You always start a serious conversation with a laugh.
Then you say, “I guess the term in one ear and out the other is kind of impossible right now.”
You always make my worse days to be the best days through a year.
You always said, “Even if we were famous or not, we would still be the same people
Who live by their own standards than anyone else’s and live up to what makes us happy,
we don’t live by titles that people use .. We are just us..
Nothing more and nothing less”.
You look at me with those eyes and smile then lastly say
“Be mine for now and I am not going to say forever, because we have now; in this moment. Black and white, I just might be your knight. There is one way to find out so, would you take the chance to be mine right now”.
I looked in those eyes once more and said,
“I thought you wanted to be forever but I will take each day if we continue”.
I looked down to my hand and you started to write.
“ I want you for now & many years to come from this second”.
And completed those words written with a heart around it.
I smiled and that was it, I was yours.
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
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