I'm hiding behind this

             
"My ship went down
In a sea of sound
When I woke up alone I had everything,
A handful of moments I wished I could change
And a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade.
In a city of fools,
I was careful and cool,
But they tore me apart like a hurricane...
A handful of moments I wished I could change
But I was carried away."

Weirdest Of the Weird

Wow.

              To be impressed is one thing. Shocked and awed by the skill and talent of something that you stand up, clap,your mouth forming the word, "wow". A standing ovation to a brilliant talent soon forgotten as the night goes on. To be IMPRESSED is another thing. Not even having the sense of mind to react, paralyzed by something so weird yet outstandingly beautiful. Mouth open, eyes gaping, breath hitched, no words coming out of your frozen mouth. As if no words would actually compensate for the shock and joy you've experienced. Not wanting to believe what you saw or heard, but thanking God that you did. That's not being impressed, it's disbelief. Disbelief that something you didn't know could be done or could exist, was right there, beaming. 

I'll keep your petals in my pages, darling.

Love is many things. It's a rollercoaster, sometimes it goes down, but when you go up again, it feels like you're on top of the world. It's like chocolate. Even a small piece can pick you up, but eat too much and you'll get sick. It's like your favorite song. When you hear it, you play it over and over again but play it for too long and you'll miss out on all the other sounds. And like the ever-present (and annoying :D) cliche, love is like a rosary, full of mysteries. But its true isn't it? One person can affect you so much without lifting a finger or saying a word. It all seems stupid and some even say it's silly but, for the non-believers, when you feel those butterflies making a merciless stampede in your stomach, we'll see how the tides turn. 

Graveyard (poem post)

"Tall walls surround,

cradle a mother's joy

time passes, my prison

Change of clothes,

too big for those before

too naive for those ahead

Blinded by simple joys,

ignorant to pain

a wonderful life passed