If I Could Let You Know...

A person that means a lot in my life

and that showed me what it feels liketo be loved.

Like any great relationship, it was wonderful,

it was like a fantasy or a dream.

Now a changed the way I think about life and about myself.

I learned that you have to open your heart

and be willing to listen and understand your partner.

But things are getting in our way and

we slowly growing apart from each other.

This poem is about the way I feel. A wish to let him know how much

I miss and feel about him.. If I couldlet you know

The star that used to be ours

Doesn't shine anymore How much I miss the way you used to kiss

The nights we shred filled with joy and

bliss If I could let you know

The soft warm breeze that used to blow around me

Is now gone and cold If I could let you know

The flowers in my way Don't bloom like before

Ever since the you acted that way If I could let you know

How much I appreciate the time

When wewere one

When everything around us was filled with life

We were louder than love but why did you come to me?

I guess the destiny is the one to blame

If I could let you know That I love you and

that I miss you and that if we couldn't be in this crazy world together

I will be up there with you forever...

What Life is All About

Life isn't about keeping score.It's not about how many friends you have.Or how accepted you are.
Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you are alone.It isn't about who you're dating, who you used to date, or how many people you've dated, or if you haven't been with anyone at all.It isn't about who you have kissed. It's not about sex.
It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have,or what kind of car you drive, or where you are sent to school.It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are, or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have on, or what kind of music you listen to.It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown.Or if your skin is too light or too dark.
Not about what grades you get, how smart you are, how smart everybody else thinks you are,or how smart standardized tests say you are.It's not about what clubs you're in or how good you are at "your" sport.
It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper and seeing you will "accept the written you."
But, life is about who you love and who you hurt.It's about who you make happy or unhappy purposefully.It's about keeping or betraying trust.It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.
About starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip.It's about what judgments you pass and why.And who your judgments are spread to.It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention.It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge.It's about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow, and spreading it.
But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison other people's hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone.
Only you choose the way those hearts are affected, and those choices are what life's all about.

** talking about geting hurt - again..

yea right..
what do you think is the worst part of loving someone?
getting hurt and being hurt?
definitely..
being hurt.. is when you feel like you lack oxygen in your body..
it is when you feel like all the energy in your body evaporates..
it is when you feel like you want to punch the wall,
and see your fist bleed, trying to absorb the physical pain
to ignore the gush of an emotional breakdown..
it is when you look up in the sky, so that tears won't fall..
it when you crave to have an amnesia so that
you will forget everything, everyone, specially the person
causing you that stupid pain..
it is when you think of jumping off the highest building
and just let the air fly you away from the
chaotic being you've turned yourself into..
it is when you want to eat a gallon or
two of your most favorite flavored ice cream
while watching the most dramatic movie ever..
it is when you want to speak to somebody to
share the emotional pain you're feeling,
but then on second thought, you feel like that you don't want to..
it is when you want to go to your favorite spot just to cry your heart out..
it is when you want to shout so loud but you cannot do so,
because you're just so hurt to do so..
it is when you want to have a heart and brain transplant immediately..
it is when you wanna listen to sentimental songs
just to find out that in the end, you're just dehydrating your body system..
it is when you try to convince your self to forget, move on,
and eventually divert your attention to another guy,
but you just can't, and the worse part is that you don't know why..
it's when you want to die, but it won't just happen because it just won't..
it is when you want to be numb of everything but you just can't be..
why? because, despite all of what you're going through - emotional pain, complexities, immaturities, etc.-, you still love him.. damn....huhhuhu....

The First Time I Loved Forever

Poem: Somewhere I have never traveled; gladly beyond any experience. Your eyes have their silence and your most frail gesture of things which enclose me but which I cannot touch because they are too near.

The first time I loved forever / was when you whispered my name / and I knew at once you loved me / for the me of who I am / the first time I loved forever / I cast all else aside / and I bid my heart to follow / be there no more need to hide
And if wishes and dreams / Are merely for children / and if love's a tale for fools / I'll live the dream with you

Poem: If your words be to close me / I, my life will shut, very beautifully / Suddenly, as when the heart of this flower / Imagines the snow carefully, everywhere / descending.
For all my life and forever / There's a truth I will always know / When my world divides and shatters / your love is where I'll go.

Poem: I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens. Only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses. Nobody, not even the rain has such small hands.