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And Then There Was Me

and then there was me…

and i was laughing my whole heart out
that you were someone i couldn’t do without
and i didn’t know that it was true
and that my whole life would be blue

and i thought i could get away with things
that i could fight these confusing feelings
and i didn’t think i’d never be the same
i thought i was the one playing the game

and now there is only me, myself and i
and the loneliness as such I cannot deny
because all i knew of love has left me
this is as broken as one can ever be

so all that is left right now to do
is to get over everything, even you
because even if i live in grief and in pain
life and love will never happen this way again.

Blank Verses for a Non-Blank Life

What can I ask for in my entire life
If not for no one else’s love but yours.
When all else leaves, you’re all I need to stay.
When things go wrong, I can still make it through
As long as you’re around to lift me up.
When clouds are here to chase the light away,
You stay as bright as any light could be.
I’ll never stop this feeling that I have;
I’m thankful that you came into my life

Fever

The spirit is so much willing,
But the body’s not cooperating.
I try so hard to feel alive;
I try appearing to have such drive.

I want to always jump up and down
To life my spirits from the ground.
But I feel tired and beaten inside,
The exhaustion’s hard to hide.

My head aches; my nose hurts as well.
In sickness, I pitifully fell.
When will I be healthy again?
When will my sickness ever end?

My body is burning like fire;
My mind is caught in a haywire.
I think I need to get some sleep,
So I can bounce back frm the deep.

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I want to write this for tomorrow’s rally in Jingle’s blog. I hope to see the usual people again. I have been absent from the online world, but I am really going online for this. *wink*

Shape Up

I’ve been pretty busy trying to put all my poems into the new website. The fact that I’ve written so many over the past years make the task at hand seem more tiresome. Over one hundred poems have been written on paper, so I have to encode them just to post them to the site. At least I have about a hundred as well that’s already published virtually, so I won’t have any problems with them anymore. I’m starting out with the poems I wrote from high school through college. When I’m done with all of them, I will post all the new ones, so they get read more. I’m a little more proud of the new ones because I feel like they have more depth than the ones I wrote when I was younger.

It might be a little difficult handling two websites at the same time, which is why the second website will strictly be just for poetry. By the way, I would totally welcome guest posts, if someone feels like volunteering, although the site’s not that trafficked yet to be offering guest postings at the moment. However, that’s a concept I would really love to entertain, now, or in the future. I wonder how it’s going to help the website to have other people write for it as well.

Weekends are always hard because they are never enough. Somehow, no matter how long the weekend is, it always feels short. Its always over before I’m even ready to say goodbye to it. I guess that’s what everybody else feels about weekends. I hope you guys will be as supportive of my second website as you have been with me here. That domain was really paid for, so I am really hoping to keep that place as active as I can. Of course, I am never going to live this place too. This is just where I can rant and rave without being afraid. I’ll see you again tomorrow, folks. Good nighty!!!!

Ice Drops and Candy Pops

Burning heat, scorching sun
Taking out all of the fun
Of a beautiful summer day
As lazy hours pass away.

Sweat, clothes, to the skin, they stick
Shy away from the camera’s click.
My face, covered in oil and dust,
But endure the summer heat, I must.

Yet from afar I could clearly see
Colors that brighten up the day for me
Pink, Orange, Yellow and Blue
And many different flavors too.

Taste, so delicious and delightful
I could eat it in one mouthful
So cold, my mouth and tongue it stings
But oh, the soothing coolness it brings.

Now I eat pink, later, yellow
In my mouth, it melts so
I could eat this everyday
Until the summer heat blows away.

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Can anyone tell me or try to guess what I am referring to in the poem?