I'm Too Big To Cry
I never stopped to realize
How lonely I would be
I never thought the day would come
When you'd grow tired of me
Your voice was never sweeter
Than the day you said goodbye
You'll never know how much it hurt
Because I'm too big to cry
If I knew then what I know now
You'd still be kissing me
Instead there's someone else's lips
Where mine used to be
I say hello and wish you well
Each time I pass you by
But you'll never know how much it hurt
Because I'm too big to cry
You never looked so wonderful
As the day you walked away
I used to say, "I love you"
But that I could not say
I can't forget you darlin'
No matter how much I try
You'll never know how much it hurt
Because I'm too big to cry
Miyerkules, Oktubre 29, 2008
...POETS' corner
Posted by yellOw-PhOenix at 4:19 AM 0 comments
Waiting
Wanting,
lusting,
to be held,
to be loved,
to feel warmth,
to feel your beating heart.
Wanting to be sheltered from the cold,
heartless winds.
Falling into invisible arms;
into an abyss of love.
Wishing,
hoping,
that my desires will be filled;
my desires of loving warmth.
Wanting to be held,
comforted,
loved.
Dreaming of passionate embraces,
of tender kisses,
loving words,
romantic nights.
Waiting for undying love.
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Linggo, Oktubre 19, 2008
How to Prevent Longterm Boredom
Step1
# Make yourself interesting to others. You'll make yourself interesting to yourself, in the process. This can be accomplished by avoiding sitting around playing one video game over and over (which limits the topics you can talk about with others) or sitting in your room staring. Read books or articles on the internet. Watch the History Channel, or a special on the Discovery Network. See a movie. DO something. # Get a job. # Take an extra class at school or college, and actually learn the subject.
Step2
# Write down things you want to achieve over the longterm. For example: Improve my fitness and body, Get involved and good at a sport, Acquire wealth, Make myself smarter, Create a popular website....there are many things. Plan how best you can achieve these goals (use wikiHow to get started). Make a list of everything you have to do, and all the things you will need to do it. Then, take one step at a time toward your goal. If you want to become proficient in a certain sport, pay attention to your eating habits, technique, and so on. # Find new friends. # Plan great altruistic endeavors which will also allow you to experience different places, cultures and people, like working in a foreign country for a while.
Step3
# Look in the wikiHow sport section for things to learn that interest you and keep practicing. # Become good at something else: Painting, singing, playing an instrument, etc. # If you're bored online and use the computer a lot, bookmark funny, interesting or strange websites to visit later when you are really bored.
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Biyernes, Oktubre 17, 2008
USED TO BE...
it used to be this fun.... regrets? nyaah.. not an inch..
i only save my tears fo those who deserve them. hey ms gelito looks nice here!!!
Posted by yellOw-PhOenix at 6:14 AM 0 comments
WHAT IS...
Arthritis
Medical condition affecting a joint or joints, causing pain, swelling and stiffness. Rheumatoid arthritis is a chronic condition that can result in weakness, loss of mobility, and eventual destruction and deformity of the joints. Osteoarthritis (also called degenerative joint disease) usually affects people after middle age and is characterized by gradual loss of cartilage of the joints.
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...POETS' corner
Two Poems
Argyle at Loop Head
Argyle kept to the outposts and edges,
cliff rocks, coastal roads, estuary banks;
sheltering in dry ditches, thick hedges,
forts and cabin ruins, beside stone ranks;
much scorned by men; much put-upon by weather.
The weeping of keeners brought him hither;
fresh grief, fresh graves, lights in dark localities—
such signs and wonders of mortality
drew him toward the living and the dead
to foment pardon in a bowl of beer
or leaven remission out of common bread,
then, finished with his feed, to disappear.
The bodies of the dead he dined over
never troubled Argyle but still
their souls went with him into exile
and, reincarnate as gulls and plovers,
dove from high headlands over the ocean
in fits of hopeful flight, much as heaven
was said to require a leap of faith
into the fathomless and unbeknownst.
Sometimes the urge to follow them was so
near overwhelming he could almost taste
the loss of gravity in brackish air,
his leap, the sea's embrace, his savior.
Argyle's Eucharist
Upright over corpses it occurred to him—
the body outstretched on a pair of planks,
the measly loaf and stingy goblet,
the gobsmacked locals, their begrudging thanks,
the kinswomen rummaging for coppers—
it came into his brain like candlelight:
his lot in life like priesthood after all.
Such consolations as the kind he proffered,
by sup and gulp consuming mortals' sins,
quenching hellfire, dousing purgatory,
transforming requiems to baptismals;
but for holy orders and a church,
bells and vestments and lectionary,
a bishop, benefice or sinecure,
the miracles were more or less the same:
a transubstantiation, sleight and feint,
a reconfiguration of accounts
whereby he took unto himself the woe
that ought betide the rotting decadent.
Perdition due the recent decedent
thus averted by Argyle's hunger,
the unencumbered soul makes safe to God,
the decomposing dead get buried under
earth and stone. The sin-eater belches, wipes his gob.
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Miyerkules, Oktubre 1, 2008
To the Daisy
Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere,
Bold in maternal Nature's care,
And all the long year through the heir
Of joy and sorrow.
Methinks that there abides in thee
Some concord with humanity,
Given to no other flower I see
The forest thorough!
Is it that Man is soon deprest?
A thoughtless Thing! who, once unblest,
Does little on his memory rest,
Or on his reason,
And Thou would'st teach him how to find
A shelter under every wind,
A hope for times that are unkind
And every season?
Thou wander'st the wide world about,
Uncheck'd by pride or scrupulous doubt,
With friends to greet thee, or without,
Yet pleased and willing;
Meek, yielding to the occasion's call,
And all things suffering from all,
Thy function apostolical
In peace fulfilling.
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