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Wednesday, April 9, 2008
A Poem For Isabella
The first time we met,
Your face I cannot forget.
You had yet a small face so round,
But your beauty already abound.
I could not believe my eyes,
A foundling as beautiful as you came from inside me.
I could not believe that I felt so much love for someone I just met,
But you are not a stranger at all,
That body so delicate and small,
For nine months lived inside me while I tried to stand tall.
Now that you are growing up,
I pray to God that you'll be good,
As I hope you would.
I love you my little Isabella.
Labels: literary ek-ek, poem
A Poem For Isaiah
I know that you are still too small,
To understand this all.
But I want to write a poem as early as now;
And this poem, to you I endow.
An angel, a godsend, that’s what you are to me.
Watching you grow upmakes me feel so happy;
Your antics never fail to make me smile,
With that, my loneliness stays only for a little while.
You fuel my strength when I become weak,
Just by looking at you, at that face so innocent and meek.
All adversities, I will overcome for you,
Not letting anyone or anything harm you.
But as much as I want to keep you under my wings forever,
That won’t happen, no, never.
Time will come that you must carve your own path,
But of course, as always, I’ll still watch your back.
Labels: literary ek-ek, poem
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Heart
Bleeding Love
Leona Lewis
Closed off from love
I didn't need the pain
Once or twice was enough
And it was all in vain
Time starts to pass
Before you know it you're frozen
But something happened
For the very first time with you
My heart melts into the ground
Found something true
And everyone's looking round
Thinking I'm going crazy
But I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open
Trying hard not to hear
But they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears
Try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that the goal
Is to keep me from falling
But nothing's greater
Than the rush that comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness
I see your face
Yet everyone around me
Thinks that I'm going crazy, maybe, maybe
But I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open
And it's draining all of me
Oh they find it hard to believe
I'll be wearing these scars
For everyone to see
I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open and I Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open and I Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
There was once a vampire who didn't think she needed love. She thought that it was just a waste of time. That was before she met The Count. The Vampire thought that The Count was arrogant and self-centered, but she also thought that he had the charisma that tickled her fancy. She grew interested in him. She wanted to know more about him. Then it happened. The Vampire fell completely in love. She felt wary. Though she knew that nothing lasts forever, she still took the risk. The love she felt grew larger each passing moment. When the love she felt was already becoming too large for her, she wanted it to stop growing but she can't make it stop. It kept on growing. It was too powerful for her to extinguish. She didn't have the strength to make it stop. It was already too painful for her to bear. She wanted to die but she couldn't because she was already dead. She felt weary but still she kept on loving. She felt helpless. All she could do was to wait for her love to un-last.
Labels: favorites, literary ek-ek
