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It is true that I love you

Posted on 31-12-2009 |

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Thursday, 12:42 am |

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I love you, I really do.
I hate to say it, but it’s true.
You swept me off my feet from the start,
and you instantly stole my whole heart.

You make me smile like no one else can,
You make my heart pound just grabbing my hand.
You give me an incredible feeling that I can not put into words.
You make my heart beat so fast that my heart beat can be heard.

I am a strong person, this is true.
But this is a different story when I am around you.
When I am laying next to you I can hardly speak.
Just the presence of you makes me extremely weak.

I can hardly handle the thought of you not being mine,
let alone envisioning you with someone else down the line.
I want you to remain next me the whole entire way,
even if this means that I do not get to see you every single day.

I love you like no one else could.
I care for you like no one else ever would.
I want you do be mine now and forever,
living life with our hearts bound together.

thanks to Best-love-poems for the poems today.

category tags: Blog, Blogging, Composition, Diary, For You, Inspirational, Inspirational Message, Love, Love Poem, Luvspot, Message, Online Journal, Personal, Poem, Post, Relationship, Share, Update, Writing ♥ posted:Dec. 31st 2009, Thu

Phenomenal Woman

Posted on 25-12-2009 |

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Friday, 12:49 am |

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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I’m not cute or built to suit a model’s fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I’m telling lies.
I say
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say
It’s the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say
It’s in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It’s in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.

thanks to 123LovePoems.com for this poems.

category tags: Blog, Blogging, Composition, Diary, For You, Inspirational, Inspirational Message, Message, Online Journal, Poem, Post, Share, Update, Writing ♥ posted:Dec. 25th 2009, Fri

Poem For The Day: Please Hear What I’m Not Saying

Posted on 21-12-2009 |

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Monday, 3:50 am |

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Don’t be fooled by me.
Don’t be fooled by the face I wear for I wear a mask,
a thousand masks,
masks that I’m afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me,
but don’t be fooled, for God’s sake don’t be fooled.
I give you the impression that I’m secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me,
within as well as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water’s calm and I’m in command and that I need no one,
but don’t believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this.
I don’t want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation,
my only hope, and I know it.
That is, if it’s followed by acceptance,
if it’s followed by love.
It’s the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It’s the only thing that will assure me of what I can’t assure myself,
that I’m really worth something.
But I don’t tell you this.
I don’t dare to, I’m afraid to.
I’m afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I’m afraid you’ll think less of me,
that you’ll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I’m afraid that deep-down I’m nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I tell you everything that’s really nothing,
and nothing of what’s everything,
of what’s crying within me.
So when I’m going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I’m saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saying,
what I’d like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can’t say.

I don’t like hiding.
I don’t like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you’ve got to help me.
You’ve got to hold out your hand
even when that’s the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you’re kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings–
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator–an honest-to-God creator–
of the person that is me if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me the blinder I may strike back.
It’s irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.

Hello how’s everyone, it’s a short update here and this post of mine today is about poem i want to share this wonderful poem i saw while I’m surfing and searching poems in the net. Hope you like this beautiful and awesome poem. Sorry guys i don’t have any serious i mean normal post today because I’m away on my PC this night until Wednesday because I’m not in our house. I and my angel is going to the house of my mother-in-law we need to go there because tomorrow is the birthday celebration and party of my niece. But don’t worry I’ll try to get back this Wednesday or tomorrow night since the house of my mother in law is not far. So that’s it for now guys until my next post here see you on Wednesday.

By the way thanks to 123LovePoems for the poem.

category tags: Beautiful, Blog, Blogging, Composition, Diary, For You, Inspirational, Love, Love Poem, Luvspot, Message, Online Journal, Personal, Poem, Post, Relationship, Share, Update, Writing ♥ posted:Dec. 21st 2009, Mon

Why?

Posted on 19-12-2009 |

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Saturday, 7:35 am |

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The little word “why” has been a very strong thing with me ever since I was a tiny little girl and couldn’t even speak properly. It is a well – known fact that little children ask questions about everything because they are unfamiliar with everything. This was very much the case with me, but even when I grew older I couldn’t wait to ask all kinds of questions, whether they could be answered or not. This is not so terrible in itself and I must say that my parents tried to answer every one of my questions very patiently, until…. I began even badgering strangers, and they generally can’t stand “children’s endless questions.” I must admit that this can be very firesome, but I console myself with the idea that there is a saying that “you must ask in order to know,” which couldn’t be completely true, otherwise I’d be a professor by now.

When I grew older, I realized that it is not possible to ask every kind of question to everyone and that there are many “why’s” that cannot be answered. It then followed from that I tried to help myself by starting to think out these questions on my own. So I came to the important discovery that questions which one mustn’t ask can be solved by oneself. Therefore, the little word “why” taught me not only to ask but to think.

Now as to the second part of the word “why”. how would it be if everyone who did anything asked himself first, “Why?” I think they would then become honest and much, much better people. For the best way to become honest and good is to keep examining oneself without stopping. I can imagine that the last thing people like to do is to confess to themselves their faults and their bad side (which everybody has). This is the case with children as well as grown – ups – in that respect I don’t see any difference. Most people think parents should try to educate their children and see to it themselves that their characters develop as well as possible. This is certainly untrue. Children ought to educate themselves from their earliest youth and must try to show real character by themselves. Many will think this is crazy, but it isn’t. Even a very small child is a little personality and has a conscience and should be brought up by being treated in this way, so that it will feel that its own conscience is punishing it in the harshest way possible. When children reach the age of fourteen or fifteen, every punishment is ridiculous. Such a child knows very well that no one, not even its own parents, can get anywhere with punishments and spankings. By arguing reasonably and by showing the child the mistakes it is making one would get much better results than by strong punishments.

But here, I don’t want to sound pedantic, but only to say that in the life of every man, the little word “why” plays a big part, and rightly so. The saying, “You must ask in order to know,” is true in so far as it leads to thinking about things, and by thinking nobody can ever get worse but will only get better.