*a glimmer of a smile *
*a glimmer of a smile *
Archive for December, 2005
why is it such a bother trying to plan timetables …
why is it such a bother trying to plan timetables and modules. why can’t those ppl plan their sem2 timetable and release it. why cant they do it earlier. why is it that things cant be confirmed. why do i then have to make my choice so early. what a bother.
Grim to you who has always kept by me, to the gir…
Grim
to you who has always kept by me,to the girl who shaped my dreams,to the voice that treads my thoughts at night,to the human in angel light,perchance the road might lead to Romeor likely not at all,perhaps there is nought i have to saybut just the daily “Hi”,to the human wrought of mortal bones,to the [...]
some of you, who read this, shouldn’t. this wasn’t…
some of you, who read this, shouldn’t. this wasn’t written for you, this wasn’t written for you to comprehend and appreciate. this isn’t what i would say to you. this might be what i would say to someone else. i suppose, in some way, you sortof realise that.
but this is also not written for [...]
if i bid you be quiet, would you speak? if i asked…
if i bid you be quiet, would you speak?if i asked for silence, would you abide?if i wished to be alone, can i be?if i stared into the distance, would love come to me?if i wrote and cast into the wind, would the currents die on me?if i told you to leave this and not [...]
there goes a Swallow in the jet blue sky swiftly a…
there goes a Swallow in the jet blue skyswiftly away does it fly.in the silence of the flapping wingsi realised i forgot to say goodbye.
technical exercise.sometimes those words written meaninglessly, might reveal more instead
it is not as it seems
it is not as it seems
Jh says: and i don’t really feell like living now
Jh says:and i don’t really feell like living now
some peace, some quiet, some sun, some rain. some…
some peace, some quiet, some sun, some rain.
some pretty words, some pretty pictures. to stir up the emotions of long ago. to swirl the cauldron of past memories. like the crumpled surface of old parchment, like the dust layers on old inscriptions, like the dank air trapped in the tunnels of the pyramids.
one of those [...]
interlude
live love, live life, burn with an inextinguisable flame. find the joy of existence in the barest of gentle smiles. trace the steps to heaven in the crinkle of dimples and folds of wrinkles. see in the dark eyes the meaning of why one must live.
the romance of life flutters in its existence within the [...]