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Keeping the faith…

January 18, 2010

In search of gold and silver, I set sail to wherever the oceans may take me

The wind and breeze accompanied me to such an unpredictable voyage

Until this seemingly never ending wrestle with the waves and countless star gaze beneath the skies

Turned the seas to dust and rubbles of earth almost passing for nothingness, bringing me nowhere

The travel seemed futile as the gold and silver never found but this will only be for a moment 

I will patiently keep searching and betray time to fasten every moment so I would reach you just in the right time

I’d be the happiest of lost souls you would ever see…

My ultimate and eternal bliss would be the day I hold you in my warm embrace and never let you go…

My dearest soon it will be our journey and I will take away your sadness…

Our life together awaits us

As I pray deeply, I will try harder and plan more intelligently to reach the beautiful life we have always dreamed of…

I Love You so deeply dearest that it will last for all eternity… 

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This Boy…

January 11, 2010

He handed a small transparent glass telling me sincerely how sorry he was for betraying my trust. At that moment I felt so happy to find that in the glass lived a tiny bear, I looked closely and found faint cracks across the glass looking almost like it was struck by lightning…He said it represented the broken trust in our friendship. The sweetest surprise a girl can ever receive… Every end marks a beginning and as he ended our friendship in a way, the beginning of our enduring love and life together blossomed and lingers… I am an old soul who will always find comfort, love and serenity in my gentle warrior…I Love You so much my dearest jesse! I’ll be home soon…

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The lucky one

January 5, 2010

 

 I find it peculiar how people always seem to make their sweet escape by saying they’re still looking for something, that there’s something missing. There will always be some truth to it amidst the white lies, the pain and pleasure. In search of some kind of meaning in their lives, greener pastures, happiness, sadness, love and for some they may even call it fate. Yet no matter how hard they try the more they get lost in the nothingness, tangled in the web of confusion and aimlessly floating in the void. The irony of it all kills the very soul in every one of us little by little making it a slow and painful death. Still, no matter how cruel the turn of events may seem and how ugly things may turn out there will always be a brighter day to look forward to. To those who have loved and lost, I can never truly say I understand or console you by saying I know how you feel but for what it’s worth you will find better days again. It’s easier said than done really but just knowing there are still people who care will help in ways bigger than you may think. As for me, my pages may be writing aimlessly at the moment as I wander across the miles but I can definitely say nothing and no one can ever come between us. Surely emotions will come to play but I will never hurt as long as I’ve got you dearest. You can thank the stars all you want but I’ll always be the lucky one…

 

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