You Are

honey lover
by Rachel Strobridge

you are the soothing hum
the grass stains on my jeans
the summer in my hair
the color in my cheeks
you are the constant wave
beating against my heart
the warm honey on my lips
the paint on my nails
you are the perfect dance
and a moonlit ride
the sticky vanilla cream
you are the flower in my palm
the reason I smile
the chills down my spine
you are more than you'll ever know
you are the love of my life

taken from hellopoetry.com

Ahh i love this petty poet.
How wonderful love is

Cheese On My Pizza Please

i feel cheesy all of a sudden.
i also had the urge to update my blog all of a sudden.
why? cause i feel the cheesy-ness in me brewing
with the heat of the heart ;D

First....
There was an old map,
there was rain,
there was silence in the car,
there was fear,
then the rain stops.

There was a little road,
there was a bad feeling,
there was holding of hands,
then we walked slowly.

There was a reflecting lake,
there was the shining of the moon,
there was a sea of stars,
there was whispering trees,
Then i looked into her eyes,
i see beautiful things.

There was hugging,
there were splashes,
there were shooting stars,
there was laughters,
Then came the warmth of love.

There were need of rest,
there was dandelions,
there was her by the lake,
there was lying down,
Then we made a wish,

There were counting of stars,
there were diving into the thoughts,
there were warmth,
Then there was love.

Ahh... Life

In The Tree Of Life,
i tried to go over every root and leaves,
i ran and ran to places i never imagine,
but in the end i went nowhere....

ahh... life.... its just too awesome

Under The Scarlet Sun

under the scarlet sun,
it shines and burns,
it burns with happiness,
it burns diligently.

the black part of the heart,
blocking that scarlet sun,
knowing not to accept,
but to throw and run.

have it not understand?
it is pain.
what is there to ask?
that is pain.
can it bleach the black?

helping the downed heart,
but forgetting the mirrored self.
owh how the world turns and leaves none...

Poetic Me? What Has The World Come To?

yeah kinda funny.
I donno why but i feel like doing a poem right now.
Comments are not needed.
I dont care if theyre good or bad.
Dont know if theyre sad or happy thing.
And certainly dont know if this'll help anyone.


The Hands That Never Stop

My mind flew away,
over and over again.
Without realizing it,
tomorrow is now today.
Ahh... Father Of Time have moved the clock,
Not allowing my soaring mind to return.
Time goes around and around
but when does it stop? It nevers

Will it ever come back?
Will it ever be happy to be back?
Ah, time. Going around and around
but when does it stop? It nevers

If I can buy time just for a few seconds,
Those few seconds shall be the seconds of unequal value.
Such is time, to be there, to be believed, but cannot be seen.
A hidden enemy, and a hidden ally.
It continues to go around and around
but when does it stop? It nevers

Ahh memories. The only way to keep time.
But being glass fragile, paper thin. Can it last?
The force of time shall shatter it one day.
But how, when and why. Nobody knows.
And time mercilessly go around and around
but when does it stop? It nevers

Such is the cruel fate of human being.
To be blessed by god, to be taken away by the demon.
The demon awaits us all at the end of time.
But when is that? Nobody knows
as time goes around and around
but when does it stop? It nevers

365 days in a year,
8765 hours in a year,
525948 minutes in a year,
But how many years are there in this world?
To infinity as we all thought.
Because time goes around and around
but when does it stop? It nevers



That was my poem...
As I type, when will i stop?
That is determined by me because
time does not care about me.
As goes around and around
but when does it stop? It nevers


Reporter Ali,
Signing Out
*salutes*