THE EXISTANCE OF THE SUN

Deep inside, somewhere in the past... Inside the old boxes where the dark memoris are all put not to open them up again. Or right here, at the present. At the most dominant, the most breezy moment of your life. There is something, I know. Something gloomy. Like a very deep bruise. Yet, no, there is nothing like a scar. The bruise has gone so down that , in sight the skin is so soft, sleek and new. As if that bruise doesn't exist at all. However, within it gives pain with every blue song, every little memory of "before" and with every desparation of the life. It just doesn't take another bruise. It just doesn't let a stronger one in. Even at the happiest moments, it catches the eyes at where they gaze, shows its pain at a stroke. Hide the tears! for nobody to see.

Hold them to hide from yourself too! But what difference does it make? Don't the tears pour inside? Doesn't the chagrin of the past go down the heart, instead of the eyes? They do. I know.

But nobody, ask me nothing. Don't touch nor interrupt. They are sometimes tears of sanctity. Tears poured by being aware of the existance of the love that you will never find again. And... Don't they ever leave? Nobody but nobody can wipe them, the heart? Anyways, who wants them to leave? Let them stay to remind of that existance. Nobody, never wipe them away. Please. Don't erase whats makes me me , don't erase the one I love(d). You also may be leaving afterwards...

Let me stay as the way I am. Don't try to show me the light just because of I don't have the sun in my life. Already, I love life. Not because of I see the rainbow, but because of I had seen the sun.

BE DONE

It's a moment when you said "be done" to every memory, every heart, every soul, every tear. To everything. And to everybody. Patience is something that comes up like a sun. It helps. Indeed, it makes you see things colorful and it lets life seem happy, hopeful. It makes people seem glossy. It is like a miracle that you have been blessed to have, they say. Maybe it doesn't. Who knows... Have you ever thought how bad it can turn out to be. For, the coming rain right after the sun. In fact it can rain cats and dogs. So heavily, with the though flashes with noisy thunders. That's where the limit of patience is about to be exhausted. When you feel tired, sick and worried. When you start to ask yourself for why you have been trying so hard. When you begin to think to where all you have been doing is going to take you. When you question that if you are taking back for all the things you have been doing. Just like how the rain let you think. It always has this spleenful effect, doesn't it? Making you walk around with the sad, blue clouds in your head. Or with the blue, sadly angry tears on your head in the case of having the flashes and the thunders. It can be where you say "enough". To everything.... Unless there is no rainbow right after the rain. You get convinced that "all worths". Someone might make you get convinced. That speacial one. Either the memories convince you. Admittedly, they are much powerful than they seem. Or you. You sell yourself on. Provided that you are too connected to what makes you say "enough". Provided that you are too optimistic. Too optimistic that something can let you see the rainbow. And the rainbows are debonair! They are, indeed, unique. So gorgeous with their shape and for they are hued, of course. Well, that's when you get back to the beginning. Starting to see everything colorful, hopeful, serene. But, haven't you ever heard that rainbows show themselves not for long?For each human being in the life, there is a moment where you lose your shine and start to sleep with the rain drops. Rain drops, afterwards, might let you see the rainbow. But it all ends. None of us is that patient to bear something that kills our soul. It all comes to an end. For the beginnings with the ones who will hide the rain for us.

WHOSE ETERNITY SHE HAD BELIEVED IN

in the tale of a girl
and the butterfly of her
that she loved over
she heard love does end
and the butterfly goes hence

yet she believed not neither

clasped it so firm
whose eternity she believed in

They were pleased so precious
as the colors on its wings.
were naive as its beauty
and real as the fear of death
sincere as the lament for rest

hold she tight her butterfly
for it not to fly
hugged it to feel loved
whose eternity she believed in

one day it flied away
to a land
litte girl cant go away
to a land
where the cry is still
to a happiness
it cant desist

and the little girl fell
in a well
and then she did yell
in the lies,
in the hates,
in the walkouts

Yet she figured out
the one she loved wasnt the butterfly
and so on she came to know
the love of the butterfly was the butterfly
just like its life
short and false
besides with no returns

whose eternity she had believed in...

UNDERSTAND ME, BEFORE I TELL

the ones who can't succeed to explain are quite.
the ones who have given up on telling are quite.
the ones who have decided that they won't be understood are quite.
the dissapointed ones are quite.
the ones who are afraid of making mistakes are quite.
the ones who have fear of displaying themselves are quite.
the ones who are so weak not to realise they are not the one they think they are,
the ones who are so weak not to realise they don't live in the world in which they think they live are quite.
the ones who can't deal with the facts are quite.
the ones who think they have seen everthing and gone through any possibilities are quite.
the feebles who are deadly in need of seeming strong are quite.
Hush... Silence.
the ones who could talk forever are the ones who get quite before than anyone does.
then the women come next...
even they are counted in this cathegory.
then the poets...
the deaths get quite last.


and "Saying nothing... sometimes says the most." had once said Emily Dickionson. It doesn't have to sound logical. At least, mathematically. Yet, we all know, sometimes being quite is the best answer we can ever give. Indeed, it tells more than we think it does. Haven't you seen the long sentences, the prolonged words you have poured to someone actually has changed nothing. What have you got back apart from a huge "0"? Did they understand you? Even if they did, did you feel you were understood with the acts of those? Let me answer. No.
Like a quote; words, speeches... they sound great, but they don't add up to anything. All that matters is what they feel, what they want...
And yes, some of us choose to be quite due to getting tired, being dissapointed. But let me bring an optimistic vision for all. Would you feel that you were alive if you didn't get tired at all? Or would you really prefer to be the dissapointment instead of being dissapointed?
Well, some are quite because they can't explain, or they are ashamed, or they are desperate.
Yet, the ones who are quite because of they are dissapointed, because of they have seen that them talking changes nothing... this is a dangerous thing then. They are not the dissapointment, they are dissapointed. But yet the ones who got them to stop talking, they are the dissapointment, usually.

If only you really believe that you have tried enough to explain and saw nothing has changed for real...

You don't have to talk more
you don't have to make a sound,
if someone wants to understand you, then they will.
It's all about wanting.
If you get silence back to your silence,
then you know what it means,
you never have to try to make a sound again.
It's gone. You know?
It's all gone.
The dissapointment, either.

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MORE THAN A DREAM

YOU MAY NOT BE HER FIRST, HER LAST OR HER ONLY. SHE LOVED BEFORE, SHE MAY LOVE AGAIN. BUT IF SHE LOVES YOU NOW, WHAT ELSE MATTERS? SHE ISN'T PERFECT, YOU AREN'T EITHER AND THE TWO OF YOU MAY NEVER BE PERFECT TOGETHER BUT IF SHE CAN MAKE YOU LAUGH, CAUSE YOU TO THINK TWICE, AND ADMIT TO BEING HUMAN AND MAKING MISTAKES, HOLD ONTO HER AND GIVE HER THE MOST YOU CAN. SHE MAY NOT BE THINKING ABOUT YOU EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY, BUT SHE WILL GIVE YOU A PART OF HER THAT SHE KNOWS YOU CAN BREAK-HER HEART. SO DON'T HURT HER, DON'T CHANGE HER, DON'T ANALYZE AND DON'T EXPECT MORE THAN SHE CAN GIVE. SMILE WHEN SHE MAKES YOU HAPPY, LET HER KNOW WHEN SHE MAKES YOU MAD AND MISS HER WHEN SHE ISN'T THERE.

BOB MARLEY.

*for the ones who believe in love again and again! (:

"someone out there is meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soulmate, the one you can tell your dreams to. He'll smile at you when you tell him, but he'll never laugh at your heart. He'll brush the hair out of your eyes and send you flowers when you least expect it. He'll call you to tell you goodnight before you get into bed or 'just because' he is thinking about you. He'll be bursting to talk to you each morning just to hear the sound of your voice. He'll look into your eyes and tell you that you are the most beautiful girl he has ever seen and for the first time in your life you'll believe it! (;"

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..a heart that keeps beating, keeps hoping, keeps loving..

Rocks break, everything changes, even when you think you're sure, especially. You wanna know about me in 500 words? I get scared sometimes, I'm dissapointed, I have doubts and I love gettin' my way. I don't like change but I know it's good for me and inevitable, so I welcome it as best I can. If you want to judge me, measure me by the size of my hope. I don't know where I'll be a year from now. I want to be a million of things when I grow up. I want to leave my mark on the world. Everything changes, even when you think you're sure. Especially when you think you're sure. There is a poem by Yoham Framm that says it better than I will: "Defy the old dragon, defy the fear. The world may rage and quake, but I shall remain singing in perfect peace." Yeah things happen, things you don't expect, or want, or like. The world rages and you become someone you didn't know you'd ever be. And there you are, in your clothes, in your life. This is my future. This is me and I want things I never thought I would. A place to grow, meet new people, a place to surprise when life turns out to be nothing I imagined... and to be grateful for it. In perfect peace. There's power in change. With change comes lots of room to grow. The hardest part of moving forward is not looking back. I might be a little bit jaded, I'm a little damaged, like a vintage t-shirt you love because it tells a story. I complain a lot, but I remember everyday how much God had blessed me. I have a family I don't go a day without talking to. Old and new friends who make me smile. And a heart that keeps beating, keeps hoping, keeps loving.

Everwood

WHAT IS IT LIKE BEING NORMAL?

What do people think about being normal? Whar are their common "criterions" about being a normal person?

1-Working in a job that you don't like from 9 to 5 each day and being retired after 30 years

2-Believing that power is more important than money and money is more important than happiness (eventhough none shows it's their belief)

3-Humiliating the ones who runs after happiness instead of money saying they aren't ambitious

4-Criticizing people who are different from the ones you have seen

5-Not looking into anyone's eyes in the bus considering it might be misunderstood

6-Trying to hang back your smile from people "again" considering it might be misunderstood

7-Not being aware of how much you actually are different from every single person in the world

8-Doing your best not to believe yourself just to run away from a difficult situation, doing nothing but giving up

9-Telling things to people up to what they feel, not up to what you want to say

10-Never keeping in mind that "tomorrow, in fact, might never come"

11- Having a lot of things to say for a lot of people but just not being able to leave proud (in fact it doesn't mean being not proud)

12-Leaving your dreams and starting to do what others say or what will make you have a more comfortable life

............

the list goes on and on and on!!

It's how most of the people are now, it's the majority! If being normal is about all of these, then guess i never wanna be normal!

I don't think not many things are greater than working a job that you like and nothing is more important than happiness.

Why do we criticize people because of they are different from the ones we have seen instead of leaving being a cliche person?

I think we should smile all the time not caring about what others might think, because a smile can change other's day or even life and smiling faces around make the atmosphere better, right(:

Giving up? It just shows how weak you are, nothing we love is easy!

I never understand why we make words considering what who we talk to will think? Doesn't it mean taking words or even the person for granted?

Just say what you wanna say and set your tongue, mind and heart free!(;

Proud? what a handicap! I don't think many people know what it is but it's not telling what you feel or think eventhough how much you got hurt before or what someone did.

Never leave what you actually wanna do! Don't you wanna live a dream while living? :)