TimeThere is only a few hour until I will see you nextI should sleep but I can notTime is moving at a pace that I do not likeIf I could make time move faster I wouldBut I am not that strongI am only strong enoughWhen I am with youI love you
I MISS YOUwhen I am not with youI am emptyI am alonethe only thing that keeps me goingis the knowledge that I will see againwith the coming daybut on this day i am sadfor it is the weeks end and we will be apartfor so much longerbut i am happy that on this one weekend we willbe togetherLove from Ryan
When We Kiss...When we kiss, time goes awayWhen we kiss, I feel completeWhen we kiss, nothing else matters
Your parents are artistsI've been looking for the best artist in the world, someone to help me express what you make me feel...But my life goes like always, you know, covered of darkness and without going through something to break the monotony.The sky color reminds me of her eyes, her deep sad eyes, her long and sensuous fingers, her warm tongue of exquisite flavor, her tenderness masquerading as loneliness and melancholy...It becomes a great joy when falling on your psychotic world, when sink into your hugs and kisses, it becomes an immense joy.In this way, loneliness, despair and hate lead you to madness.A man devastated by the tragedy, that feels empty inside, disbelieved and immune to pain.The hate blurs the feelings, annihilates the reasoning...I sigh deeply, because I also I become a victim of your beautiful curse.And in the sweet mornings of the world, your gaze is lost on the path that leads to my death.That is why I walk with my head down, because that beauty is compared with you, and becau
To Its Beacon Beamingthere is a musicto the way yousay my namethat breathes weightand value into ita timing that windswill and magicinto my clockand makes mewant to breatheand i don't knowif it's how yousay it, how i hear itor maybe someforgotten memoryjust gets fixedto its beaconbeaming throughthe jagged slipand break of seabut we're morethan two bodiespressed intoa bed, or droppedinto shoeswe're the imprintof creationand its movementthrough timewe are evolutiona selective physicsin earth's own dreamsand memorieshas mapped our liveseach into the other'swe'd have met and fallenin any timelineand for any oneof a million reasonsbut never, ever, by chance
note 68i've a talent inturning men into gods.i sow their voicesinto commandments andtheir breaths intocreation.how he gives me life.how he takes it away.
Silver Sea of DestinySilver Sea of Destiny 1/26/15So I wished to take her away from those golden fields.And bring her to the silver sea of destiny.Would she let me comfort her?Would she allow me to dry her tears?She reluctantly agreed to my heartfelt plea.And I whisked her away hoping to keep her pain at bay.We arrived on the shore and the silver moon was smiling.I knew deep down this would not be easy.But nothing worthwhile ever is.I embraced her tightly for I had no words.Her will was broken and her golden hair was in shambles.How could I fix what the world had done?How could I erase the damage incurred?So we sat on the beach and watched the ocean.And we talked of the past and the hurt that transpired.I held her hand and prayed for relief.She opened up and the floodgates appeared.I took my chance and showed my heart.I could not stand by and watch her suffer,I knew this place healed many before.Would it be enough to be her cure?The rising sun was ever closer.I listened intentl
Un tesoro escondidoManuel estaba tranquilamente recostado en el sillón cuando la entrada se abrió de golpe, haciendo que se parase de un brinco y viera al argentino con una tremenda sonrisa en la cara y respirando agitado.-¡Che, te tengo un juego!Y así empezó su “calvario”.Al chileno no le desagradaba su vecino, simplemente lo detestaba sutilmente y lo escondía en aquellas invitaciones para ver el partido juntos, donde casi siempre terminaba él perdiendo. Pero a pesar de eso lo hacía porque, como vecinos, Manuel sentía que en algo debían compartir, ya que en una cita, en un spa o incluso en una cama (invitaciones de Martín) él jamás aceptaría.-¿No estaí grandecito?-Pibito, es un juego regroso como yo, vite. Te cuento.-Pero no vei que estoy ocupa'o.Martín dio un vistazo por aquella habitación donde la tele estaba apagada y solo veía a un chileno recostado en lo largo del sillón.Con un bu
Winter WarmthYou breatheThe vapors of winethawing intothe snow outside,senseless to the seasonsbefore our birthafter the ever far horizonI’m always hereto sing the praisesof your vernal eyes.You burnand bring warmth to our fireprotectedfrom all the freezing worlds outside,entwinedinside the lock of our embracethrough the black magic of desirewe dominate the nightand welcome any winter sunwith our undying candlelight.You aresymmetrical to me,two rainbow fractals made of warmthwe spread the pastel to the graying sky,embodying the lightI place my dawn under your shadeand you accept, completeour oneness interplayed,we flow into each otherto guide the winter out of time,a glimpse of the ascendant springthat shyly starts to bloom outside.
HerI feel everything and nothingAll at the same timeWhen I am around youWhen I am away from youI only feel nothingI long to be with youWhen I am notWhen I am with youI want time to stopSo I can stay with you foreverI love you!