"All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps." Michael Ondaatje
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Untitled
all I can do is think of you
so I gaze at the infinite expanse of blue
and imagine that you're looking too
Monday, September 24, 2007
On This Day




Have I told you what you mean to me?
you're my one person that can see
the voices echoing from my heart
capturing words that I set free
Have I told you what you've done for me?
you make me smile during the darkest hour
when it seems like the world will fall
you always instill the reviving power
It's all for you on this special day
I celebrate your presence in my life
I celebrate that you're alive today
I celebrate that you're here to stay
Wish




When I make a wish for you
I gaze upon the brightest star
I always whisper, "I miss you too"
And I almost hear, "I'm never far"
Sunday, September 23, 2007
A Letter for You

(image from Photobucket, edited by me)
Hello,
How is everything in your life?
I haven't heard from you in a while
I am desperate to hear your sincere voice
and recall your familiar and loving smile
What I would give to go back again
and relive the unforgettable times we shared
the stupid, the funny, but all memorable
during those times when we truly cared
Yet nothing we do will ever stop change
and nothing we do will ever slow down time
I am just so thankful that you are still
an important person in my life
Now the sky streaks with gold and gray
as the colors of day are fading away
and night-time will soon take over day
but I know that our memories will stay
Because radiance pours down from the heavens
the brilliant light shines from the stars
so I can see our past written in the skies
so I can see us imprinted on our hearts
Farewell.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Beginning of Autumn
A distinct bird call
I realize it now
Finally, it's fall!
The clean blue skies
The crisp fresh air
The blooming of colors
It's all there
The aura of calm
The harmonious sounds
The scent of pine
It's all around
May you embrace
the most beautiful season
and live every moment
knowing the reason
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Dream
no matter how challenging it may be
because dreams are always further than they seem
just listen to yourself and ignore reality
I believe today is a day for dreams!
I Am Anne Frank [written in 2004 (?)]

I am the one who keeps on dreaming
I hear the sound of my own hushed breathing
I see myself hoping for more
I say that every fight is worth fighting for
I cry when no one listens to what I say
I am a girl who sees light in every day.
I am a silent Jew in hiding
I want to believe that all persecuted are fighting
I need the courage to live through this war
I hope to understand what I am doing this for
I fear that I will soon be found
I am a girl who speaks without sound.
I am a girl who had the courage
I feel that my living father was not discouraged
I try to be a girl without self doubt
I wonder if I will ever find my way out
I dream about inspiring you
I am a girl whose dream came true.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Perfect
Friday, September 14, 2007
Just a Few Simple Words
Thinking about that one summer...Running along on an endless road
under the summer sky's hues of red
reminds me of the few meaningful words
to me that one summer you said:
"I'm so proud of you...Can you believe..."
Hearing you say just a few simple words
with such kindness and sincerity
places a lightness upon my heart
and encourages me to run
just a little farther
just a little faster
and makes me feel
a whole lot happier
It's amazing how a few simple words
have impacted my life forever
may you continue to inspire others
today and ever after
And just so you know
because you probably don't:
I would run across the world for you
just to hear you say those words again
words coming from a soul that true
and relive the summer that changed me
---
Thanks for your praise; I love you both so much.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Superficial
and puts on a good show
but what's below the surface
sometimes I don't know
Illogical reasons
super sensitivity
unreliable promises
disarranged priorities
Just stop pretending:
It's so superficial
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Untitled [Written a while ago]
I still remember...
your laugh, your cry,
your hand around mine.
I still remember...
your beauty, your stride,
your dancing green eyes.
And now you're gone
but your spirit still remains
tears run down my face
and entwine with rain.
My heart feels so heavy
the pain is so strong
is it my fault?
how did I go wrong?
But I hope that you haven't changed
wherever you may be
because when you return one day...
I want to see...
your laugh, your cries,
your hand around mine.
I want to see...
your beauty, your stride,
your dancing green eyes.
So don't ever change your spirit
never change who you are
I hope to live to see one day
you and I together--
upon a wishing star.
Jealous
Hope [Reflections Entry 2005 (?)]
I wonder why I live with hope.
Morning:
the sun rises
Revealing a new day
Light spills out
directing my way.
I begin on journey
The path is straight
the direction is clear
no need to wait.
So I cross the ocean
crisp wind blows
the tranquil water
calms and glows.
I run into a maelstrom
the light disappears
the waters overflow
into gallons of tears.
the peace within
my escape from fear
is a place unseen
for many years.
And I feel the thunder
Rumble deep inside
the wrath of frustration
cannot be forced to hide.
So I touch the rain
pooling in my eyes
pain of sadness
buried in unspoken lies.
Yet I search for the rainbow
After the storm
the vibrant colors
keep me warm.
Because after every dark
There is always light
It may be difficult to find
just wait—it'll be bright.
Night:
under the stars
I watch them shine
At last I realize
this life is mine.
Because each day is a lifetime
I must strive to achieve
And as hard as it is
I must learn to believe.
I have walked down a path
which has shown me how to stand
And after all I have been through
I am finally beginning to understand.
This is the reflection of myself
This is how much I believe--
It's how much I believe in life
It's how much I believe in me.
No wonder why I live with hope…
Ars Poetica - [from 2.22.05]
A poem should be compelling and mysterious
As the moonlight,
Secretive
As soft whispers to the ears,
Carefree as a flying horse
Of where rain clouds have dampened,
A poem should be silent
As the moonbeams.
A poem should be a sparkle in life
As the stars glimmer,
Soaring, as the sun rises,
The magic colors of nature,
Flying, as the light fades
The written language of beauty--
A poem should be a sparkle in life
As the stars glimmer.
A poem should be equal to:
Something true.
For all the love in the world
An endless journey and silent trial.
For joy
The shimmering waves crash at the shore—
A poem should not speak,
But inspire.







