Showing posts with label True friends.... Show all posts
Showing posts with label True friends.... Show all posts

November 14, 2008

"Portrait of a Friend"

I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will search for answers.
I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,nor the future with its untold stories. But I can be there now when you need me to care.
I can't keep your feet from stumbling.I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine; yet I can share in your laughter.
Your decisions in life are not mine to make, or to judge; I can only support you, encourage you, and help you when you ask.
I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship, from your values, from me.I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.
I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,room to be yourself.
I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,But I can cry with you and help you pick up the piecesand put them back in place.
I can't tell you who you are. I can only love you and be your friend.

November 9, 2008

My mighty friend

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My mighty Aunt was wrong,
when she sang me a song,
Then she beckoned me forth to the fold.
I sat on her nighty,
she cradled me tightly,
Then told me a story of old.
“Young child” she declared with a snort and a stare,
“There are things that I feel you should know.
”So she sat there with ease and she made me believe,
That my father was some sort of crow!
[On my father’s return]
“My child what is up?” he choked with a cluck.
“My darling you’re looking so blue!”
“You’re a CROW!” I declared,
then he stood and he stared,
And off through the window he flew.
She's the best,
She's the youngest,
I'd say she's the greatest.
She's very smart,
She's in my heart,
I don't think we'll ever grow apart.
Sure she's faraway,
And I don't see her everyday.
But she's my favorite aunt,
And she's like a stuffed animal I really want.
She's like a best friend to me,
It's like she has a key,
And through me she can see,
Something troubling me.
Yet, she will always let me be.
We have great memories together.
And I'd be happy if she stayed with me forever.
I miss her a bunch,
And I'll always love her so much.

October 28, 2008

Heal My Broken Heart:

How long will it take?
How long before that empty feeling fades away?
You try to go about your daily routine,
Try not to think about it too much.
But it keeps coming back,
Sweeping over you like a wave
That feeling in the pit of your stomach
You suck in a big breath of air.
How long am I going to feel this way?

I didn't mean to break your and mine.
I only wish I could go back
And tell you that I want you by my side.
I wish I could kiss you one more time.
But I had my chance and I blew it!
Now when I see you my heart hurts,
And when you kiss her I cry inside myself.
I'm sorry for what I did I only wish I could go back.

I get your, text messages,
And emails saying your sorry,
But when I saw you with that girl,
My heart began to rip,
You looked at me,
And started seeing,
Tears run down my face।
Shattered heart forced to heal
as greatness unveils thine soul.
Hope whispered in the distance,
to recover thine lost love.

This night brings tender passing,
Healing thine soul with glorious blunder.
Because not one or two,
But dissipated nights of dreams.
Sadness comes to end,
Happiness conquered hate.
Love sprouting -- sadness shrinking,
Hope will come again. HOPEFULLY.

October 27, 2008

वोह एक वक़्त था (There was a time) !!!

आज उनकी याद में, आंसू भी मीठे लगते हैं,
वोह एक वक़्त था जब, मुस्कुराते भी थे हम…॥
आज सिर्फ इंतज़ार है, उनकी इजाज़त का हमें,
वोह एक वक़्त था जब, हक से मिलने जाते थे हम…॥
आज हमारे आँसू, उनको पिघलाते नहीं,
वोह एक वक़्त था जब, गले लगाए जाते थे हम…॥
आज हम दुःख का एक जरिया सा बन के रह गए,
वोह एक वक़्त था जब, उनको भी हंसाते थे हम…॥
आज हमारी बात का सच भी नज़र आता नहीं??
वोह एक वक़्त था जब, एक मिसाल बताये जाते थे हम…॥
वक़्त बदल गया, सब छीन सा गया लगता है,
वोह एक वक़्त था जब, हालात ठुकराते थे हम……
उनकी चाहत से ही दिल यह इंसान हो गया,
वोह एक वक़्त था जब, चट्टान कहलाते थे हम……
जिसने हमको जीने का मतलब सिखा दिया,
वोह एक वक़्त था जब, उनको भी सिखाते थे हम…॥
क्या करें के जो उनका, साथ फिर से मिल सके,
काश के उनको रुला सकते, तो मर के दिखा सकते थे हम ॥
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" आंसू जो बह रहे हैं इन्हें बहने दो ! यह कह रहे हैं दिल की बात, कहने दो ! बहुत बावफा हो तुम, यह हम को है मालूम , तुम अपनी वफ़ा की बात, अपनी तक ही रहने दो! "
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Transalation:
Even tears taste like sweet, in the memories of him today,
There was a time, when I used to laugh.
Am just waiting for his permission today,
There was a time, I used to met thinking he is mine.
My tears are also not melting him today,
There was a time, he used to hug me.I have just become a reason of sorrow today,
There was a time, I used to make him laugh.There is no sign of truth in my words today,
There was a time, when they were proud of us.
Everything is stolen it seems as time changed today,
There was a time, I used to neglet the time.My heart become wise in his love,
There was a time, I used to have stone heart
He only taught me how to live,
There was a time, even I used to teach him.
To get back together, what should I do? I can die for his love, I wish I could make him cry।
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If tears are rolling let them come out, they are trying to tell something let them speak, How loyal you are to me, that I know, Keep your loyalty with you, don’t try to show them।
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October 18, 2008

Alone in the Woods

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Alone in the woods I felt
The bitter hostility of the sky and the trees
Nature has taught her creatures to hate
Man that fusses and fumes
Unquiet man
So rises the wrath of Nature's creatures
At man
So paints the face of Nature a violent green.
***
Nature is sick at man
Sick at his fuss and fume
Sick at his agonies
Sick at his gaudy mind
that drives his body
ever more quickly
more and more
in the wrong direction.
***
I choose the path
that's leading down into fall
He goes with me,
But I can see he's refusing
"Why would you choose a road you can't control?"
He knows the answer,
But I remain so confusing
***
And now we stand
on a brink of our treasure
Raven wall, smooth
and mighty, rises between
And feeling of calmness,
which words cannot measure
Dulls the longing to pass,
which is striking and keen.

October 16, 2008

"In Another Life"

Do you love me? Oh do you love me?
I say so
Do you need me oh do you need me
God I hope
I get this feeling deep inside
That somewhere somehow you passed me by
I can't put my finger on it but
The more that I see you the more that I know
Everywhere you go is everywhere I've been
You finish all my sentences before they begin

And I know that look in your eyes
It's like I've seen you before about a million times
In another life, in another life maybe, in another life you are going to be mine
You make me feel so
Beautiful
It doesn't matter
No it never matters if we're out or home
We can make hours into years
Wherever you go you're always here
It's like I've known you from before
But I'm just so happy you walked through my door
I'm breathing you in
I'm breathing you out
You're all around me
No matter what we do
I want to spend my life with you
Only you
Do you love me oh do you love me
Say you love me oh say you love me

And I know that look in your eyes
It's like I've seen you before about a million times
In another life, in another life maybe, in another life you are going to be mine
Do you love me oh say you love me

(SORRY BUT WE ARE CLOSED. HOPE TO SEE YOU IN ANOTHER LIFE, WHEN WE MEET EACH OTHER HOPEFULLY)

October 15, 2008

A true friend

To me a true friend is someone you can lean on when you need support, someone that will catch you when you're unsteady. To me a true friend is here to help you with a problem, if they know how to solve it. To me a true friend is a person that makes you smile without even trying, that makes you cry but with happiness. To me a true friend is someone you can see when they're not really next to you. To me a true friend is one that knows what to say, when you are merely speechless and stands by you in the good and bad times, is rich in their companionship

October 13, 2008

My pen friend

How do you react when you get a letter from your pen friend? You smile and say, 'That's nice.' Then you open it, read it, maybe write a letter back, and wait for the next reply. Well lets back up a moment, shall we?
Like any girls I was in an age,
To make new friends…
…A friend to be honest with me…
Desperate I was…
…ShOoTiNg hIgH…rUnNiNg WiLd…

Then, one night I entered the net
Innocent girl I was,
Just looking around until
I found you around…

You're a stranger and I let you in my heart
What spell did you cast on me to make into yours!
I ask that question to myself often and
Neither do I have the answer.

Your so unique and yourself
That's what I like about you.

I treasure the sweet thoughts you daily send
And each time you do,
You make my heart beat loud and clear

This friendship like ours,
Its rare and so much different,
And…
I'm sure our friendship is true and will remain solid
For many days to come…

At times like this I really like to say I would like to thank you in person in so many ways…

October 12, 2008

Silent Friend

The most important thing to a writer isn’t the paper or how she thinks or what she thinks about, it’s her pen, because without it she would have nothing to write with. Yes you can express your self in other ways, but what’s better than being able to write?

I was bad at writing; I tried to make the poems rhyme and all that more “normal” stuff poems do. It wasn’t until later that I found out that I was the one holding the pen that I could change the way I wrote my poems. At first it was hard, and then it got easier as I went along. I just held the pen over a blank piece of paper and everything I felt: anger, resentment, affection, and love, poured out onto the paper. I wrote poems about little things like a piece of paper rolling around on the cement and about the more serious things that affected me. There are three sides of the pen.

One side was that it was a vent, if someone was aggravating me or if I just felt like crying I wrote a poem, one after another. I loved the freedom of being to write, of being able to cry without really doing it. It was the next best thing to having a good friend to whom I could tell everything. I wrote down all my worries, anger and just everything I was feeling bad about, and felt good later. It didn’t go away but writing and putting it down on paper was like saying, “okay, now I have control over my feelings, now I can control what’s wrong.” It gave me a sense of control over what I wrote and how I wrote it, and who I allowed to read it.

The other side, the darker side, of my pen was that I used it almost like my weapon. How? I might have ruined someone’s reputation by writing something I hadn’t intended to let anyone else but I see. Well, let’s just say I didn’t do it on purpose. I also sometimes use my “weapon” on my family too. Let’s face it; parents are always nosy about what’s going on in their kids’ minds. Yes, I know they care and for good reason, but the least they could do is respect my privacy. I mean there are reasons I don’t want them to read the poems I write; I don’t want them to tease me, or worry, or anything like that, I don’t like it when they do that (to tell you the truth, I hate it).

Now the third side, the nicer side was for those few people I cared about and who mattered to me most. I wrote poems for and about them, funny ones when I wanted to cheer them up or just to see them laugh, and sad ones when something bad happened or when I just wanted to say “I love you”. I also wrote poems, the more secret ones, and showed them. I don’t even think they are aware that I let them see a part of me my family hardly sees, if ever. My pen was what connected me to them, what showed them how much I cared for and cherished them.

My relationship with my pen is weird. It lets me communicate with people without feeling embarrassed or judged. I use it all kinds of ways, I can hurt people with it, I can flatter them, or I show them that I love them through a small poem or a letter. I don’t write as many poems now, I’ve met so many wonderful people, people I can trust and who trust me that I hardly ever feel the need to write anymore. But once in a while I’ll feel it, the desire to write just one more poem.

October 10, 2008

When I was in love

OH, when I was in love with you,
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.

And now the fancy passes by,
And nothing will remain,
And miles around they’ll say that
I am quite myself again.

From friend to a Stranger

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From a friend to a stranger
How's your life
In your current situation
Did they hold you hostage
Did they tell you lies
Just to add to your frustration
Oh, my heart
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So you drown the whole day in your troubled heart
On the road to change your life
Not to give it all away
But to sing your song
'Cause in the end that's where you arrive
***
Oh, my heart it breaks me
When I hear them calling me
Oh, to see inside myself
A guy can see that no one else could ever know
The way we'd end up please
***
So, from a friend to a stranger
How's your life
In your current situation
Wish you happiness and freedom
And I wish you life
When you reach your destination
Your destination
Your destination.

October 8, 2008

Only Time

(Its one of my fav song.)

Who can say where the road goes,

Where the day flows, only time?

And who can say if your love grows,

As your heart chose, only time?

Who can say why your heart sights,

As your live flies, only time?

And who can say why your heart cries

when your love lies, only time?

Who can say when the roads meet,

That love might be , in your heart?

and who can say when the day sleeps,

and the night keeps all your heart?

Night keeps all your heart.....

Who can say if your love groves,

As your heart chose, only time?

And who can say where the road goes

Where the day flows, only time?

Who knows? Only time.

Who knows? Only time.

October 7, 2008

New Friend

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When only darkness remains
Through and unexpected lens
A light shining faint
Beckons us in
Reaching we touch
A new friendship begins
Hope seeking hope
We risk our trust again

October 6, 2008

Before I go

If the one you love in your heart has to go, just remember this, they are not gone" they are right there in your heart, and maybe standing right next to you, holding you.

I'm Beside You" I'll be there before I go". If i ever leave this world of Beauty, if you look around and I'm gone , I havn't left yet cause i'm beside you, I couldn't leave without seeing you for awhile , I couldn't leave without telling you thank you,and some how talking to you a while , Aww its not scary and its not a good time to feel sad, I'd just came back to tell you thank you for all you've done for me , its not gonna be soon this goodbye, maybe along long time away, hey maybe, but in case you wake to see me not here, I Just ask you to smile and remmber, I'm not gone just yet, I'm gonna visit with you for a little while, Then i'll go and wait for you up in a Golden city,And hope and wonder, So you see, Its really a wish , its not a sad thought, its just to let you know, you belong with me.

October 5, 2008

A Walk in the Woods

So quiet and calm
So peaceful yet strange
A sense of fear and excitement
I walk on

Spirits and whispers
Wind in the leaves
Trees bending down
I walk on

Turns and steps
Rivers and streams
Leaves float slowly
I walk on

Blended colors
Yellow, red, and green
Surrounded by their painting
I walk on

A sense of tranquility
A sense of self
Away from the world
Here I stay

Innocence

Innocence stolen without my permission
Innocence gone without my submission
Innocence lost through another's plan
Innocence no longer for another man
Innocence turned to hatred and fear
Innocence gone, no man can come near
Innocence taken from a little girls heart
Innocence replaced by mistrust, you thought you were smart
Innocence disappears like dew in the sun
Innocence faded before it's begun
Innocence obscured like a cloud over the moon
Innocence ripped away too soon

October 3, 2008

"Forbidden Dream"


In the corners of your mind
And the core of your design,
In the pout of your lips
And the sway of your hips,
You are a forbidden dream-
You are not what you seem.

A lie in the making
A heart in the breaking
A kiss on the cheek
A sigh so sweet
You are a forbidden dream-
You are not what you seem.

In the flip of your hair
And the depth of your stare
In the shiver down your spine
And the core of your design
You are a forbidden dream-
You are not what you seem.

A cry in the waking
A soul for the taking
A caress of the hand
A voiceless demand
You are a forbidden dream-
You are not what you seem.

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October 1, 2008

A Voice!!!

For years I heard a promising voice,
More than a figment of my imagination,
My mind’s magnificent creation,
There was hope in the voice,
That some day,
We’d breathe the same air,
Share the same silence,
Exchange more than a smile,
Create a marriage,
Between
Fantasy
And
Reality.

September 30, 2008

Whispers in the Dark...

a year and a half has passed since when
the dear Lord called you home...
A year and a half of troubled days;
yet... time enough to mend....
Though days have sped by rapidly
I can't recall an hour,When thoughts of you don't linger near;
those thoughts have so much power.
The memory of your last few weeks
still haunts me to this day.
I don't seem able to let them go;
Please ~~~ help me find a way.
Although I'm only humanthe guilt still tears at me.
Those "little things" unthought-of;
those "little things" I did not see.
Unable to resolve the strife,
The burden never ending.
I find I dare not speak of it
For others have done Their mending.
To myself I keep my thoughts
Fearing ridicule and scorn
from those more able to move ahead
and see a brighter morn...
Healing comes with Time, it's said.
Time has, thus far, no cure.
How much of it must need to pass?
How much must I endure?
I need a key to unlock the door
where all this pain and guilt reside.
Please; someone help me find that key.
I'm so torn up inside...

If I Could Tell You...

Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

Suppose all the lions get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.