Break Up - The sadness inside me

Saturday

I write you this letter
The only way I could
Through the highway of the internet

I write with so much anger
To believe I once gave
Half of my heart away

You kept it
You played with it and hung out
You then threw it away

If only the internet
can track the tears that fell
and analyze with its technology
the feelings those tears have

you killed me inside
you turned us to rock
the faith I once only had
no longer has any

I begged and tried
I offered and gave
I tended and waited
I cried and died

I don't know what else to do
but leave and don't come back
I can't just play games
I can't hear those words

Date her!
You like her?
She is hot!

Go away!

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Among the Stranger

Monday

Among the Stranger
They pass by us by
Nothing appears to have happened

Wrong it says to us
Among the stranger
there are strangers of strangers

They will follow
Among the strangers
It smells the scent of scentless
The mind reacts to it.

It never leaves as it
also has its own strangers
Among the stranger
There is fear

Fear we learn as a child
We hold

Then I wonder why ask?
Among the strange we might just ask
Ask a blind man's question.

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Wants and Needs

Sunday

Needing the Soul the be Calm
Peacefully within Ones' Self
Changes that happens in between
With unknown causes
With known afflictions

Battery with no content
Movement without force
It is striking against the wall
Damage the in between lines
Fading away with dust

Anger that drives both forces
The need wasn't there
The peace within was gone
Sorrow, unhappiness, keywords

The balance of anger
With the balance of pain
Inflicting
Enduring
Wrong
Gone
No
I

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Beauty Within

Thursday

I saw her once
The memory is set
A peaceful clouds floats

I recongize it
The feeling is familiar
A wonderful sight

I listen carefully
The ears open to recieve all
A grateful wonder

She is beauty
She is peace
She is inner
She is life

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Bound with Pain

Tuesday

To be bound by heart
will show no bounds.

To break its inner limits
I set myself free for outer glory.

The feeling no longer
match the want.

Why am I still bound?

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Confessed

Sunday

The looks

The smells
The touch
The feel

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Complex Faith of Sitting

Wednesday

Sitting to wait
Waiting to see
Seeing to believe
Believe to faith

faith is sitting

The faith that we believe we will see for waiting when we choose to sit.

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Meet Halfway

Monday

Aimlessly staring at the box
A box
A tissue box

Beauty is all she knows
But only if she knew
But I need to she cries

Crying as if no one
Cared, for her needs
Clinching her fist

snatch the first tissue
next,
snatch the second tissue
next,
snatch the third tissue
next,

Don't Even ForGet

first tissue into the trash
second tissue into the trash
third tissue into the trash

Her Ideal Jealousy Kills Love

Mythoughts

- I wrote this because a friend ask me how I made these poems. And I said I was inspired by things around me and objects that come into play in my head. My English isn't really good, but I try to attempt to convey my thoughts to you guys. I hope you can find a way to make meaning to yourself.

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Thanks

Sunday

Thanks to the...

Supporters who always
Keep there eyes open.

Nothing is
As important
Here

Thanks to you and other supports like yourself.

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it is what it is

Friday

every moment will pass
without timeless pauses
nothing will freeze or stop

it will flow like air
consumed as it is inhauled
and held, exhauled

it is what it was
it isn't what it is now
now won't be later

it is what it is

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she Knows

Thursday

she just knows how
to hurt someone at the worse point
in life and intime.

she can just pull the carpet underneath you.

she can also remind you
about the lashes you took
to the heart.

she can also remind you
how dark
your darkest days were.

she just does it on purpose!

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She is the Ocean

Wednesday

Her eyes flow like the ocean
I gaze at her, and I see 
I see her as she would only see herself as.


She is the Ccean 
I stand ashore, and wave
She doesn't stop as she would only know.  


Ocean will always flow 
And stop for no one
She is the Ocean

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Leap, Skip, Hop, Stop

Drunken Leap
Lower the guard
Enter in the Invaders
Anger from being too quick
Pitcher after Pitcher

Drunken Hop
Hope for more
Over the Limit
Pitcher,  wishing for one more

Drunken Pace
Peaceful calm sips
Appetizers plus some
Chats and Laughs
Enough is enough

MyThoughts (2009)

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The Night has no Goodbyes'

Tuesday

A forgotten memory
If only it was that simple
To just forget

When Night arrives
You say your goodbyes
As Day falls

As Night rises
You wave your hello's
You sleep
You awake

Night leaves no memories
Night has forgotten to say
Goodbye

You said no byes
As you only wave hello
To Day

MyThought (2009)

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I's I's more I's

Monday

I's 

If you touch it,
It might scream,


If you blow on it,
It might leave,


If you stare at it,
It might blur.


If you talk to it,
It might just talk back.
I am me

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Simplicity = Complicity

"Simplicity is accompanied with complicity. When complicity reaches its max point, simplicity is now easier to identify. A time piece may appear simple, but within the functionality -- it then becomes complex."  MyThought (2009)

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Today's Choice of Quote

"A warm heart in the cold of winter is preferred over a cold heart in the heat of summer." D.C.(2009)

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Not the Heart but the Senses

"Your mind is clear when you're able to see calmly through your eyes, listen tentatively with your ears, or gently feeling with your finger tips. Embrace the senses and your mind will start making sense. The heart may fuel these senses as the blood flows, but don't ignore the small contribution that can make a huge difference." - MyThought (2009)

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About This Blog

My random thoughts needs to be unscrambled. Let me know what you think. I write poems and it may be somewhat abstract at times. I understand if you don't get it I will be glad to interpret the feeling with some form of expression. I truly enjoy writing poems that even may not make sense at times but the words of language that pops into my head many conduct some musical language of feelings and expression.

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