| "Everything I have written is the result of reading or of interest in people, I'm sure of that. I had no ambition to be a writer." -Marianne Moore (1887-1972) |
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| I wrote An Angel, in the Spring of 2002. I was paid a visit by a nice friend, I had given her a necklace, and she was wearing it that evening. The necklace was a jade pendant with Chinese Characters, that translated "Your friendship means the world to me" she pointed it out to me, and I was taken aback by her enthusiasm. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| An Angel You came through the door Like I saw you for the very first time. Your beautiful smile, sweet eyes, beautiful face. You greeted me like an angel An angel with wings An angel that soars Throughout the earth and the heavens. You are the most beautiful thing in the world, With your protective smile. Love surrounds me. My heart is filled with love, I am overjoyed. Then I shout and scream, Why does it hurt so bad? Why is it this way? Does she know how I really feel? I hurt inside, it is true there is nothing I can do, It is true all I want is you! |
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| I wrote Chuukita on March 27, 2005, on a Sunday...while enjoying the company of friends, and Chuukita popped into my mind. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Chuukita Hago na Chuukita giya Fefan Chuukita hu tungo na ti un guaiya yu. Lao Hunggan hu Guaiya hao. Kada dia machocho yu, Kada dia hu nananga hao, Kada dia hu hahasso hao. Sa sigi-ha hu hasso nai siempre Ilek-mu na HU GUAIYA HAO! |
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| Chuukita You Chuukita in Fefan Chuukita I know that you do not love me. But Yes I love you. Every day I work Every day I wait for you Every day I think of you Because I keep thinking that maybe You will say that I LOVE YOU! |
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| The reason I wrote The Love I Know, when I had a dream about the girl I admired. My dream was so vivid, my senses were alive, and on fire! I was jolted away by my dream, and began to write an essay, with a poem at the end I wrote this poem on April 13, 2004 at 4:15am. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The Love I Know She is the woman of my dreams A woman like the wind to sooth my soul My being that is on fire. My heart is engulfed with flames Flames of desire, admiration, love Flames that surround my heart, my mind and my being. She is the answer. Do I repulse you? Do you hate me? She is in my head and my heart, Driving me crazy I know that my love for her The love I give her Is the greatest love the world has ever known. |
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| I wrote Love Where Are You? on June 6, 2005, while I was sitting down waiting for love to find me! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Love Where Are You? When I stop chasing love Love will start chasing me. Will love ever find me? I am confident I sit here waiting I sit here to wait Because I am Out of movements, Out of lines. |
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| The moment I stop chasing love Love will start chasing me. I am agressive I am open Waiting for someone to accept my love. I am waiting For my moment To express my love another Another that will accept who I am. |
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