Vacuum Space

You were made for me
You were to fill my loneliness
A huge blackness that grows
And you grew to fill it.

Why did I tell you to go?
I remember my resolve back then
Yet here I am dwindling
But you won't come back to me anymore.

Times

Beach and ocean

Scent of waves that I long for

Treacherously so.

Art Credit: "Nostalgia" by orbedonna

Never Was Ocean

Source: "Lost Footsteps" by zindyzone

I know the waves
Constant yet unpredictable
From afar seems peaceful
Near, she's playful.

Sonnet II, from "To W.P."

Sonnet II, from "To W.P."

With you a part of me hath passed away;
For in the peopled forest of my mind
A tree made leafless by this wintry wind
Shall never don again its green array.
Chapel and fireside, country road and bay,
Have something of their friendliness resigned;
Another, if I would, I could not find,
And I am grown much older in a day.

But yet I treasure in my memory
Your gift of charity, and young hearts ease,
And the dear honour of your amity;
For these once mine, my life is rich with these.
And I scarce know which part may greater be,--
What I keep of you, or you rob from me.

-- George Santayana

Found this from The Wondering Ministrel.

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What I un-Wished

A poem about a different outcome of waiting.

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I remember it like it was yesterday

Your distance silhouette once again leaving

You said your goodbye with a deceived smile

Father promising many calls

Sisters hugging convinced that they will endure

Brother fighting his tears from the future longing

Yet you stood there and waved anyways

A brave smile you masked on

Not believing that all will be alright.

It Took All My Energy

 written by Tony Wallace (2001)

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It took all my energy to want you

and the rest of me to go after you

and then one day I knew

that I had you.

My Ideal Home

An essay written for school assignment~ It was my favourite. I tried not to edit the mistakes just to preserve it the way it is.
   

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Have you ever wonder how many ideal home one can have? An ideal home should be a home which one really wants to be in. But, is it possible to have more than one ideal homes? My answer would be that it goes with the age.

          When I was a very young girl, I stayed in a wooden house. The house was surrounded by trees. There were hole around the house. People from outside could peek at what my family was doing. The floor could squeak, laugh or worse - break. I never dared to look outside the window because my imagination could run wild that I could see an old woman staring from the trees. That kind of home is scary for a young girl I was. So at that age, my ideal home is a house so perfect without any old ladies, no trees, no holes and no floor.

Too Much

So Much,
               Your curiosity of me,
               Your eyes following me,
               Your hands holing me tight,
               Your voice echoing in me over and over.

So much. So much.
                    Your honesty that hurts,
                    Your actions that throbs,
                    Your words that strikes,
                    Your caress that soothes.

So much. So much. So much.
                          The face that constantly appears,
                          The voice that constantly heard,
                          The touch that constantly felt,
                          The sight that constantly dreamt.

     I'm missing you,
Just you,
          Though even for me,
       It's too much......