Young Love

Love has many meaning. To some, it mean nothing, yet to other, love mean everything to them. So what make love so strong then? So strong that it will hurt us so bad if we ever let it go. It seems that when lose the love we know, sometime we fear that we might not experience the same love we have before. Like innocent love, before we learn anything about heartache. Puppies love, before we learn about commitment. Maybe that's just the things, not only we lose the feeling we once knew, we also forgot a part of us that build off this childish and innocent love. We hope that once day that time will heal all pain and we will be able to take a step forward. But that's just the thing. I believe that the only way to go forward is to take a step backward. Go back to the first moment that we first feel like love mean everything. Back to the innocent love we once knew. Back to the childish love that we all wishes to hide, but can't. In doing so, we will be able to rediscover the part of us that we lost, the part of us that have kept us so childish and innocent. Who know? The flame in our heart never dies, just dim.

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Young Love

When two hearts meet, they sing and dance.
They watch the clouds that come and went.

They sit and watch the bumble bees.
They sing along their symphony.

They stroll along the rosy field.
They laugh as they roll down the hill.

They follow where the bobcat goes.
Into a dream where no on know.

They listen to the water fall.
They two hearts beat the lion roar.

The two hearts play with river's reed.
They hold hand til they fall asleep.

To Search for an Angel

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To Search for an Angel

To search for an angel is not an easy task.
You must look far beyond the Once upon a time,
the place filled with faeries and knight-in-shinning armor.

Because in your own little corner,
you will not find a map or a guide
that will lead you to the missing glass slipper or the cave
where the wicked witch have hid the poison apple.
In fact, finding the lost Holy Grail
is by far easier than anything in the world.

So you don’t need to stay up all night
and wait for the stars to come out,
for a chance to connect them like a game
of connect-the-dots,
hoping that it will lead you to the Big Dipper.

Because while you are doing your own thing,
she is locked up all day in her cold tower
staring out her window at the clock tower in the distance,
watching the second’s hand move,
waiting patiently for the clock to strike 12,
wondering if you have lost your way somewhere,
or got stuck on some bridge riddling with a troll.
Hey, who said this was easy?

So bear in mind that
to search for an angel is not an easy task.
You must look far beyond the sad fairytale ending,
the happily ever after.

The End.

One Rose

Woohoo more haiku =)

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One Rose

One rose comes in Spring,
another comes in Winter,
watching the snow falls.

A Poem on the Sand

Here is a poem that I came up with when me and my friend went to the beach. Hope you guy like it.

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A Poem on the Sand

The simplest joy in life for me
is to be able to walk on the beach
when the tide is low.
The sun is just about to set in the distance
behind the veil of fog.

I try to be careful,
watching my steps,
so that I would not disturb
the sand dollars around me
and the foams around them,

Then I write my name on the sand,
so that when the night comes,
I could sit here and watch
myself being carry away
by the tide.

The Sea

Nothing really happen today except for my friend making me wake up 4:00 am for Black Friday shopping but ending up going shopping at 8:00 am because of something.... Well anyway, I'm happy because I just got an iPod Shuffle which will really help during break dancing practice.

This poem that I'm posting up is somewhat old. Actually it is pretty old and it is call The Sea. You probably read one of my previous poems call The Sky (yes, the name is intentional). For those who did get to read it yet http://change1031.blogspot.com/2008/12/sky.html. There is another poem that I'll be working on that contribute to the previous two which will be call The Mountain (again intentional), might thinking of changing the title though.

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The Sea

For I have never felt the air, then those upon the sea.
The calmly wave, the flock of birds, swaying along the breeze.
It sway so close so you can touch, and feels it belly hum.
And in the horizon, the sea, arrive to touch the sun.

I feels and hears the lions roar, when wave has hit the shore.
It then pull back into the sea, so it could roar once more.
I sees across the widen sea, the land that stood above.
So calm and peacefully it sits, are everything I love.

Then it will end for that of stars, will steal onto the night.
But wait, the moon to show herself, and make the sea so bright.
Then now, nothing, not even grief, can tear my happiness.
For this moment of this second, my life have come to rest.

Free to Fall

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Free to Fall

A violet ray marches across the sky,
spilling out the unspoken word.
The echo's lost in the silhouetted mountain.
When I reach out, the sun slowly sets.
The heart's beat broke the silence.

I watch the infinite city lights
mirroring the invisible stars.
My mind drifts and wanders, trying to find
the stars hidden in the abyss.
The heart's beat breaks the silence.

Everything around me becomes still.
The lifeless leaves with their fading green.
They've been cast off by their dying tree.
I could feel the leaves shimmering by.
The heart's beat snares the fleeing sun.

But the sun continues to set,
not a trace of the violet remains.
Eventually the moon pierces the sky
fully dressed in her silver gown.
The heart's beat, stops beating.