TransParen-See

Hidden, yet still present… I see a silhouette, a woman’s shape… I listen closely and I can hear her soul crying, yearning for the lost presence of you… At odd moments she shifts herself and I can see your face flickering like a movie across her minds eyes, as faint tears roll down the outline…

CreaseS

Like a crumbled page the creases are hard to remove when reopened… They crumbled your heart and trust, so here I stand trying my best to smooth the creases of mistrust embedded into the folds. It is not a chore…no not at all…so with caution…I retrieve the crumbled page and slowly… yes oh so slowly…

znEB

How is it possible to miss what I never had?… to yearn for something I never felt? GhOSt** I can’t see it, yet the presence is real…can’t touch it, but it exits in my dreams. It excites my soul with the smile of an angel…then vanishes with a whisper of things yet to come. Oh…

NoW wHat my hEaRt?

The pull is stronger than I anticipated… looking out at the waves, it seems like nothing can disturb my inner peace…I deeply inhale the salty air, greedily licking my lips to taste the ocean spray. Now floating on my back in the middle of the ocean…THIS IS BLISS!…I can feel the whirlpool but I’m bothered…

HoPE

We are all we have, we are all we know, we are all we need…. When our hearts bleed for hope and justice, when our brains scream for the clarification of injustice….we turn to eachother, we turn to our brothers and sisters for STRENGTH, for HEALING, for HOPE…. When tears run dry and hopes are…

911….

…with the chisel in hand I began to work…chipping away at the wall of insanity that became mE… I worked day and night tirelessly as I heard her voice calling out on the other side of my sanity, “try harDer” she pleaded.. I’m almost there my love, I’m trying my best. I caught my breath…

ObsTacleS

Do you really think that our roads are the same? …your road was paved with untainted tar, the obstacles of life were uprooted and your vision was enhanced by the carefully installed light poles of guidance. …my road was never maintained, it was left with the many potholes of life. The light that was left…

FraGile

Don’t crowd me im fragile…I’m like a fine glass of red wine…in the right setting, i would remain true to you for years to come…I’m a seed freshly planted in teh soil of your world…with the water of your love and the sunrays from your devotion, I will grow to always stand by you, protecting…

WhaT are you woRtH?

Step 1: Think about someone from your past who you loved with all your heart…now write their name down and the exact emotions of love and/or lust that they invoked in you. Also, list the qualities that you loved about that person. Step 2: Think about someone in your present life who makes you feel…

Vo.. iCe

…And how can a voice invoke such emotions? POWER… It’s like “Opium” causing one to experience elation…the brain only knows the pleasure that this voice has caused as the tone becomes one with the “PLEASURE enhancing endorphins”…Hmmm… your senses becomes overwhelmed by the multiple signals the brain is producing…now you’re floating on a pleasure cloud……