Thursday, March 24, 2011

I want to be kissed by the rain
And kissed under its falling droplets
I will dance in the rain...
Splash in puddle after puddle
With no fear in getting wet
And I will just stand, simply stand
Letting the rain fall upon my head
My shoulders
My nose
And then I will look up facing the rain,
Close my eyes and feel its essence
And I will let myself fall in love,
As easily as it falls from the sky.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

For Aaron...


Have you...
Ever noticed that when the wind blows it is only recognized by those who are waiting to feel?
Ever seen a flower refuse to blossom because someone was watching?
Ever laid down in the middle of the street to ponder on how precious life is?
Ever danced with the waves of music at your fingertips?
Ever walked upon the sands of a beach with your eyes closed to feel every rock beneath your toes?
Ever embraced the day as though it were an adventure knocking at your door?

Never leave someone hopeless, or neglect love because of the intrusion of pride.
Love with your full heart, do not hold back, there is no way of knowing what the future may hold.
Have courage, who is stopping you?
Embrace Faith. Welcome Hope. Live.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Sitting in a puddle of blood
Comes a searing scream
Drums blast from the impact

Sunday, January 2, 2011


We as humans are not subject to change.
Life has a rhythm, the human body itself is by nature consistent in its work.
The heart beats steadily.
The lungs take and release air constantly.
Every time there is a laceration in the skin it is healed.
The rhythm will continue this way until death, and even then our scars will heal.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Satisfaction.
Located where walls tumble to the ground.
Felt only when risks flow freely.
Trust pounds in sync with the heart.
Every piece falls into place.
Touch fluctuates every nerve.
Walking atop the clouds, where raindrops dream to fly.
Thoughts clear and the thunder rolls.
Contradictions make sense, like clusters smoothing upon the pavement.
Damp becomes dry, and dry feels the refreshment of moisture.
The bitter taste of sweet sugar gliding across tongues.
No pain.
Utterly impossible.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

While you were sleeping...

Do you believe at love at first sight? Yeah, I bet you don't, you're probably too sensible for that.
Well, have you like... have you ever seen somebody... and you knew that if only that person really knew you... That they would, well of course dump the perfect model that they were with, and realize that you are the one that they would want to just grow old with...
Have you ever fallen in love with someone you haven't even talked to?

Tuesday, November 30, 2010