oh romeo...wherefore art thou romeo?i have more important things to think about...IVP, school, apprenticeship, being chief justice buwahahaha
or do i? are those really more important than letting love find me? maybe i'm too busy to be found...or maybe i make it a point to be too busy to be found.
¶ 8:34:00 AM1 comments
missing someonethey say that the worse way to miss someone is when they're right beside you. yeah, true. but it's also not a good feeling to miss someone who you know isn't missing you at all. and when you get those butterflies in your stomach, the type that you just wanna throw up because you don't know what to do to stop missing them. and when you think about it even more, you miss them even when they're right beside you. even worse is when people tell you not to miss them at all coz they're not worth it. but who knows if they're worth it or not other than yourself?
i mean, how can it not be worth it to miss people like you when you're the one who can effortlessly make me laugh...and smile? and i hate this feeling, thinking about you all the time when i know for sure that you're out somewhere else, having the time of your life...
small talk...big issuesit's a reality that people talk. and people talk about anything under the sun. there are those outrageous conversations -- sex, drugs and rock 'n roll conversations. so there's really nothing surprising if people continue talking about those topics on and on again. but then there are the small talks. the "ssshhh....did you know...?" talks. and these small talks go on and on until the "sssshhh" is completely deleted from the statement. and small talk becomes a a big issue. the sad part is, people do not know that small talk ruins relationships. "did you know that there's something going on between him and her?" (when in fact, there is none...aside from the reality that people do not even see them together or talk to each other). and then that's it. whatever friendship the two have left is completely obliterated from the face of the planet.
people talk. true. but when people talk, especially when there's really nothing to talk about, they ruin lives.
so to everyone who talked, thank you for ruining my life. hope it doesn't happen to you.
¶ 7:18:00 AM1 comments
Sunday, March 27, 2005
why peace is so hard to findI am the only one to blame for this Somehow it all adds up the same Soaring on the wings of selfish pride I flew too high and like Icarus I collide With a world I try so hard to leave behind To rid myself of all but love, To give and die
To turn away and not become Another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves More deeply than the oceans, More abundant than the tear Of a world embracing every heartache Can I be the one to sacrifice Or grip the spear and watch the blood and water flow
To love you - take my world apart To need you - I am on my knees To love you - take my world apart To need you - broken on my knees
All said and done I stand alone Amongst remains of a life I should not own It takes all I am to believe In the mercy that covers me
Did you really have to die for me? All I am for all you are Because what I need and what I believe are worlds apart And I pray,
To love you - take my world apart To need you - I am on my knees To love you - take my world apart To need you - broken on my knees
I look beyond the empty cross Forgetting what my life has cost And wipe away the crimson stains And dull the nails that still remains More and more I need you now, I owe you more each passing hour The battle between grace and pride I gave up not so long ago So steal my heart and take the pain And wash the feet and cleanse my pride Take the selfish, take the weak, And all the things I cannot hide Take the beauty, take my tears The sin and soak heart and make it yours Take my world all apart Take it now, take it now And serve the ones that I despise Speak the words I can't deny Watch the world I used to love Fall to dust and thrown away
Take my world apart, take my world apart I pray, I pray, I pray Take my world apart Worlds Apart.
¶ 9:11:00 AM1 comments
Sunday, March 06, 2005
saved i stare at my wrist the blood flows finding meaning agony if i cut more will answers appear? i don't wanna die, though i need to understand life has been cruel questions just circle my mind day and night but your words they strike me questions answered doubts and inhibitions faded light through the drapes and walls brightness in? or keep msyelf blind? why is there pain? why do i suffer? can i end it all if it goes on and on? life has been cruel questions just circle my mind day and night your words they strike me i embrace the light questions answered doubts and inhibitions faded look at my wrist blood drying out.
¶ 4:34:00 AM2 comments
I will fight back, you know. And then, I'll make your life hell.
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