Sharing two of my fave works by two of my most admired writers in ♥blender ;)
By Ali
Date: 2001 Dec 17
[2001.12.17.18.45.23745]]
The Coffee's Too Cold
What do you do when the coffee's too cold to drink
And the time drags by too slowly to care?
Dreams slip away from us, just as people do
It's life, it's life, it's just life
But...it sucks, ok?
And sometimes it's good to say that, to be honest
To scream out loud, instead of in silence
Still, sometimes the coffee's too cold to drink...
The world may end, but only in your mind
Your steps may falter, but only you can fall
Nothing simple can take away heartache
Just as nothing simple can cause it
But, I don't believe in simplicity anyway
Perhaps that is because I have never known it
I am Queen of complexities, being complex myself
(As are most people)
I've grown accustomed to having very complex relationships
But, as I said before, I don't believe in simplicity
And sometimes, the coffee's too cold to drink...
Love buds, grows, blooms...dies
You ask: "Is this the end?"
It's been said countless times by an infinity of people
None have answered so far, but I will
And in answering, I say this:
"It is not the end, for nothing ever ends, truly.
For love changes shape, changes hue, and changes intensity
But the essence is still the same."
So, what do you do when the coffee's too cold to drink?
Either you try to warm it up, or you make a new pot...
By i'm just him
Date: 2005 Jul 06
[[2005.07.06.17.16.7413]]
fixing a broken road
our road has some potholes
and acouple of missing streets
but if Keanu Reeves can jump them
in a bus
we should be able 2 cross them easy
the time you tho we lost
we didn't, i took it
and i'm here 2 give it back
i'm here 2 fix the broken road
and repair the streets that cracked
i'm willing to do anything
if anything is what i have to do
2 connect the broken streets
and fix my path 2 u
~i'm just him~
tru story
I like to remember things my own way. how i remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened. I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. My DeLicioUs ambiguity.
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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