Maybe Love Is In Another Time Zone

Seek What You Shan’t Have

You walk on tip-toes, in search for a drop of ambrosia
Skimming through the shallow surface for that endless abyss
You long to set your sun ablaze, but you cower at the sparks that ignite
Dancing on golden strings—will you ever find what you’re looking for?

Convince Me To Please You

Waiting (Nov 14, 2010)

Original post: http://whiteliesandshootingstars.blogspot.com/2010/11/waiting.html

Sighs & Syllables: A Haiku Collection

When Love Arrives (by Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye)

"Maybe love stays. Maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t. Maybe love arrives exactly when love is supposed to. And love leaves when love must. When love arrives, say, ‘Welcome. Make yourself comfortable’. If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her, turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper, ‘Thank you for stopping by.’"

I Wonder

Will I ever hear
the sweet words of a love song
whispered in my ear?

If You Forget Me (by Pablo Neruda, read by Madonna)

I want you to know

one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats

that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.

Creative Writing Assignment #1: The Story Behind Your Nickname

For this assignment, I wrote a very heartfelt and moving haiku. Please try to hold back your tears as you read along.

Answers

In the dark, I keep still

Listening to the sounds of the night,

I hope to hear the answers I seek.

Why does it not come?

The dogs bark and the fan turns.

I lie still.

Will things ever change?

Perhaps they never will.

Sleep starts to creep in,

The shadows of the night envelop me.

I let darkness take over

And leave my worries to the wind.

As I fall deeper in slumber

I begin to wonder:

What shall the morning bring forth?

Answers, I hope.

Waiting

You sit on the corner

Sipping your hot coffee

Watching the people pass by

You sit there

You sit there and wait

You enter a bookshop

Browsing along the shelves

Looking at shadows on the floor

You stand there

You stand there and wait

You walk out to the sidewalk

Feeling the rain on your skin

Listening to the pitter-patter

You stay there

You stay there and wait

You lie on your warm bed

Feeling your own heart beat

You sigh and feel hopeless

The truth is obvious

But still you wait

Rapunzel's Song

O, Sing Sweet Nightingale, I sing

A lonely tune is what I bring

And sitting by the windowsill

Atop a tower on a hill

Singing a lonesome melody

Hoping that someone hears my plea

A wish for love to rescue me

A prince's kiss to set me free

As I look at the setting sun

With my hair gleaming by the light

I long to be free, free to run

In the meadows, all day, all night

O, what I'd give to be out there

Where no one needs to climb my hair

O, mother, please I want to fly

Bid this lonely tower goodbye

The birds sing of this thing called love

A thing, I know, that's meant for me

One day my prince will look above

And we'll fall in love - O, what glee!

O, when, o, when, will I be free?

O, when, o, when, will he come for me?

Dying Young

Oh, comes death tonight.
Woe, to the world left behind.
Life left unfathomed.

That's Why

Yearning

The chilly breeze hits my skin,
Cooling every fraction of my being.
I can’t help but wonder,
Are you out there searching?

How I wish that you were near
To share with me your warmth
As our hands intertwine and hearts interlock
Staring at the fire and sitting by the hearth.

How I wish to feel your warm breath
As you whisper your avowal of affection
Allowing me to seek refuge in your arms
Not minding the world.

How I wish to feel your touch
As our lips meet in passionate bliss
Content in each other’s warmth
Even long after we break the kiss.

Oh, how I wish that you were here
Ending every wish and fulfilling every hope
Finding me patiently waiting
Waiting for you, my love, to come

The chilly breeze had long gone to waver.
But still I wonder.

Lost

In the stillness of the night I look for you.
Keep myself quiet in pursuit of my search.
I hold still like an owl awaiting its prey,
Keenly hiding behind the thick foliage of birch.

My words feel empty, my soul astray
My poetry lost like a pebble in the sea.
Oh, where to find you that I could not say.
As I lay awake at night, I hope I find thee.

It's been too long - oh, how long it's been!
But I neither have the power to keep you in,
Nor the strength to set you free.
Oh, how I wish that you'd only see!

So tonight before the last light is put out
I whisper a wish to the cool night breeze.
That if in my dreams I don't find you,
Will you come find me please?