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27.4.09

This is How I Feel

THIS IS HOW I FEEL


Distance may keep us away,

and oceans may throw us apart,

but i think of you every day,

I know I should trust my heart.


I dream of you every night,

your laugh, your touch, a smile.

this feeling has to be be right,

you gave my life a new style.


I wish I could hold your hand,

to tell you how i feel about you.

spare the distance, oceans and land,

show you how love stories are true.


You bring out the best of me

something no one ever could do

somehow you made my blindness see

and I want to be the same to you


You gave me a reason to try

and  I found out that it was real

although I really don't know why

but I love you, and this is how I feel.

22.4.09

So you think Elglish is easy?

You think English is easy?

Reprint From the Internet

Let's face it—English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger, neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat.

We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth, beeth? One goose, two geese. So one moose, two meese? One index, two indices?

Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell?

How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

English reflects the creativity of the human race, which, of course, is not a race at all.

19.4.09

It Was For You

Ok guys i know this took me some time :D But I finally got sum new stuff! :) hope u like it. 
P.S. This is my very first poem in the "Free Verse" form, never in my life had i used it but this one just sort of "came to me" :P If you like it comment, if you didn't, well comment too :D 



IT WAS FOR YOU

I wrote of a memory, 
The memory of a dream.
A dream of what was a wish,
And might have been real.
A nostalgia for what I never had,
Missing what I wish it would have been,
Holding on to the memory of what never was,
And it was but a dream of you.

I broke down to pieces,
They were a million and one.
It was all for the memory of this,
A dream of what never would have been.
A wish I wished would become true,
Wondering how you put my heart back, 
With nothing but this wish,
And it was none but a wish of you.

I created a fantasy,
Of something i wanted badly.
The dream of things I wanted to be,
And things I wished for the most.
A reality in my heart woken,
This feeling so familiar yet strange,
For a fantasy of wishes and dreams,
And it was all about you.

And i would trade, 
the memory which was,
a dream to be true,
this wish I desire,
my heart that was healed,
a fantasy which was real,
and a woken reality,
all... just for you.

10.4.09

Yay!

So Sandy and Sue cme back through :) I was really happy to be with them and to talk all night (untill 3:00am to b precise) about boys and music 
 
Flowers, Flowers and Sandy :D



 





We were trying to overhear her conversation :P






So we went up the phone line, incase anyone else had heard...




6.4.09

Dreaming....



AM I DREAMING...

Dreaming of you an your lips
Your embrace what a paradise divine
Already missing your touch, your fingertips
Your smile, it makes me shine

Dreamy eyes, what a peaceful sight
Your taste is so heavenly, I would say
The way you make me feel is so right
Will you be here for me today?

I love that way that you touch me,
The smell, the sight, it's you
The touch, the way you turn my key
Your love, your way of getting me through

The way we talk about nothing at all
And for hours I could hear your voice
Even if you can only afford a 3 minute call
With you around I can hardly keep my poise

Silly! Someone once told me
To try to describe your charms
But I’m dying for you to hold me
You make me feel so special in your arms

It’s your laugh that I love
It’s the way you make me smile
It’s like you're an angel from above
And I almost seem so... vile

It’s more than just butterflies
More than what some think it to be
It’s that shine in your eyes
It’s what you have been to me

I see your way of helping others
Your way of being so kind
How you do care for your brothers
I can't get you out of my mind

I don't feel worthy of you
It’s the way you're making me feel
You’re too good to be true
Your love is almost unreal

I know you love me the way I am
And I’ll say I love you too
Because I really do, damn!
I really do love you!

2.4.09

Heaven....

IT FEELS LIKE HEAVEN...
It feels like heaven when I'm with you,
And when our eyes lock in a gaze can't help but want you,

I can still feel your lips touch mine,
Oh what a wonderful memory of that night,
When I kissed your lips oh so fine,
When in my heart you put on that light.

A new hope, a new dream, a new love,
You, the one that captured my soul,
Indeed an angel from above,
And a heart that's made of gold,
Cannot be torn apart.

All those sleepless nights and restless days,
Only made me think of you in many more ways.

It feels like heaven when I’m with you,
And when you're close to me, I can’t help but know it is true,

And to know that you love me is more than love,
It’s love that begets love and surely it is from heavens above,
And when love talks about love, love knows I am in love,
For you my love, my all, dear angel from above,
Know that I, with you, am in love
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