10 Things I hate about You

I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots,

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right,

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're not around,

and the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,

not even close.

not even a little bit.

not even at all.

This is one of the best poems from one of my favourite movies.. I was watching it lastnight and thought of blogging it. And then there is heath ledger... *sigh*

Confused soul

The drizzling kept me awake,
all night long. . .
but the disparity,
did not fizzle away. . .
It was just yesterday we met,
and you sang to me in my moodiness,
With your secret smiles. . .
hidden glances. . . . .
and astounding philosophy. . . .
But what now lays is utter confusion.
The empty spaces . . .
hollow mazes . . . .
A broken dream . . .
A bitter truth. . .
And now my soul searches itself,
for the answers still remains,
deeply hidden. . .
masked. . .
and unbelievably concealed. . .

Pic by: Deviant art - Fullmoon Fairy

Vision

Trapped in my minds eye,
is a vision I envisaged of you.
The future holds more mysteries,
than the past had displayed.
The path leading from you to me,
is a long narrow one.
Perhaps the dream will light,
color onto your existence.
And I hold onto myself,
with a vision,
a prayer...
a dream...
an illusion.

Pic by deviant art - Blackrose

Simple minds

Simple minds of others,
seem to remember me liking him.
Spring, summer, winter and fall.
I alter their thoughts,I alter their minds..
But what they don't know,
is the sadness that grips my heart,
and the pain that often binds,
when I wonder,
how it all started...
Pic by: deviant art - sleeping trinity

Dream

I trade all my tomorrows,

for a single yesterday.

But yesterday's are million miles away.

Pain is just there to remind you,

u are still alive.

In two days, tomorow will be,

yesterday..

why I dream my life away.

Pic: By deviant art

Beauty

It isn't really me,

You see,

Your heart and eyes respond,

to what you feel,

Inside yourself.

You see what you want to see,

after all beauty is in the eye of the beholder.



Pic: by deviant art

Beautiful hope

Last night I saw a dream,

fruitful and happy.

You and I were..

We held each other's back like before,

and lived as if there was no tomorrow.

All the fears disappeared.

All the tears abide.

The distance no longer existed.

The selfish people no longer mattered.

I simply saw this small little world,

A la la land,

A simple dream,

A beautiful hope.

Pic: by Deviant art