20061117

Rain, rain on my face
It hasnt stopped raining for days
My world is a flood
Slowly I become one with the mud

Downpour on my soul
Splashing in the ocean, Im losing control
Dark sky all around
I cant feel my feet touching the ground

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rain, rain...

so this is it

20061115

I'm here to meet with you

Come and meet with me

-

2 days...
3 days...
4 days...

!!!

told ya november's exciting.

=]

so this is it

20061113

today's a special day!

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qoo, the roses in your hair
hold out its delicate airs,
swaying in its subconscious
Attitude of Grace.
(we tried demure, and succeeded)
If each petal told a story,
your crafts, weaved into whole
would paint a pretty picture:
flourished, the end to be told.
(you tried beautiful, and 've been devoted)
By whose heart you have captivated
His beautiful breath breathed spark
into your eyes (and ding's)
where one embodies spirit,
soul and things that mind our own
(He tried creation, & you-)
oh, if you were not in touch with anyone
at all, the thorns might s'well pierce
our skins you pretty one.

thank you pooh! i love the poem very very much!! =]

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Far away, I feel your beating heart
All alone, beneath the crystal stars
I'm staring into space, what a lonely face
I'll try to find my place with you

What a beautiful smile
Can I stay for a while
On this beautiful night
We'll make everything right
My beautiful love
My beautiful love

Larger then the moon, my love for you
World's collide, as heaven pulls us through
The secret of the world is written in the stars
I'm carrying your heart in mine

beautiful love
-

so this is it

20061112

Songs will fade to silence
Stories, they will cease

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there was this paper ball
empty and dirty, it was pretty ugly
but one day, He took it
wiped it clean and filled it up
with the prettiest colours and lights inside it,
it was beautiful.

slowly the paper ball forgot
how it really was fragile and worthless,
how it was ugly when it was empty
and it became careless,
allowing holes on its surface,
the colours and lights began to spill out.

.
.
.

there was this paper ball
it once was beautiful, but failed to contain it
so in all its brokeness it cried out
He took it, He still loved it and He embraced it
He mended the holes, wiped it clean
and poured back in His prettiest colours and lights.

it was Beautiful.

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Songs will fade to silence
Stories, they will cease
The dust will settle, covering all my selfless deeds.
So as I strive to serve You,
Won't You make it clear to me,
If I do not love, I am nothing

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so this is it