some call it dependency. some call it not being strong enough. some call it real love. i simply call it life. we are alone. and we do need each other. and so, if you do find someone who's worth holding on to, as a friend or a lover, hold on to him or her as long as you can.
10.11.07
DO YOU SEE ME?
should i tiptoe into his heart
find me a corner to hide in
to wait while the pain parts,
with the fear, i know, is brewing.
should i kneel on the floor and be quiet,
sing a melody of love's own humming,
a voice akin to a dreaded whisper,
the winds shall carry the warning.
should i lie with my eyes half-open,
half-closed, should i even dare,
if tomorrow to find him beside me
in this brokenness we share.
will his heart allow me passage,
or its doors close on my face,
his eyes, like the crescent moon shining,
in the start and end of days.
should i tiptoe back into my own,
with a sliver of his soul,
when a day it will come,
when this masquerade is done
then i need tiptoe no more.
TIPPING TOES, TIP TIP TOEING
ccg.
...sometimes, being able to find the one person that you can be yourself with, and be free, and be happy, is about realizing the person that is already there...
find me a corner to hide in
to wait while the pain parts,
with the fear, i know, is brewing.
should i kneel on the floor and be quiet,
sing a melody of love's own humming,
a voice akin to a dreaded whisper,
the winds shall carry the warning.
should i lie with my eyes half-open,
half-closed, should i even dare,
if tomorrow to find him beside me
in this brokenness we share.
will his heart allow me passage,
or its doors close on my face,
his eyes, like the crescent moon shining,
in the start and end of days.
should i tiptoe back into my own,
with a sliver of his soul,
when a day it will come,
when this masquerade is done
then i need tiptoe no more.
TIPPING TOES, TIP TIP TOEING
ccg.
...sometimes, being able to find the one person that you can be yourself with, and be free, and be happy, is about realizing the person that is already there...
pierpaolo's birthday
sometime ago, i wrote a poem about the love of a mother. In all the best cases, no matter what words i use, i don't think i can ever really describe what it is about a mother's love that knows no bounds.
i met orietta the very first day roland became my roommate and instantly i loved her. i knew she was a real person - i felt it. it emanated from her very smile, her soft touch, even from her bright, blonde hair.
a couple of months later, i met her son, pierpaolo who, i believe, is a boy of 8, but also a man, in all aspects. his charisma is one that pervades into the air, as does his intelligence.
so when orietta came to me asking for help so that she and husband andrea can throw him a surprise 8th birthday party, of course, i had to say yes. after all, all i had to do was be there.
i thought of doing the poster for him, though which came out really fabulously. But, all the rest, was Orietta's and Andrea's. They are just the loveliest parents. I wish them all the best.
i met orietta the very first day roland became my roommate and instantly i loved her. i knew she was a real person - i felt it. it emanated from her very smile, her soft touch, even from her bright, blonde hair.
a couple of months later, i met her son, pierpaolo who, i believe, is a boy of 8, but also a man, in all aspects. his charisma is one that pervades into the air, as does his intelligence.
so when orietta came to me asking for help so that she and husband andrea can throw him a surprise 8th birthday party, of course, i had to say yes. after all, all i had to do was be there.
i thought of doing the poster for him, though which came out really fabulously. But, all the rest, was Orietta's and Andrea's. They are just the loveliest parents. I wish them all the best.
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