tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82528326198473001012024-03-08T06:39:35.091-08:00Speak random emotionsA blog about random and mix emotions expressed in words.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333920181460162844noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252832619847300101.post-2675226096654273262021-06-15T19:27:00.001-07:002021-06-15T19:29:19.011-07:00Soulful<p><span style="font-family: Open Sans;">She oozes a charismatic fire that draws you in like a moth to a flame. Her gaze, infectious and wondrous and wanting evermore. The longing to be close, her touch surreal and the hunger to taste those lips. Her heart pulses with love and radiates joy. Her presence is bold and speaks loudly while the air is silent. Her nurturing touch and soft eyes will comfort jaded souls. Melting away malice and spite and breathing life deep within. Her beautiful soul will be forever adored.</span></p>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333920181460162844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252832619847300101.post-54472662946543974942010-01-06T02:59:00.000-08:002010-01-06T03:35:16.961-08:00Dreamy...<span style="font-family: verdana;">She's a dream girl. She enthralls me with silence, and nothing matters. It's too good, feels too good, it's so surreal. Her lips so sweet, still lingering around, teasing me with every turn. My body aches and craves for her body next to mine, to be close. Her smile alone has me flustered and tripping on my on words. Her eyes, the way she smiles with them, melts your heart, so dearly, so deeply. She doesn't have to speak one word, and she has won my heart ten times over. She's a dream. To feel her lips on mine, fingers running through her hair, her heart beating next to mine.<br /><br />Every time I close my eyes, she runs through my mind. And my heart, always wanting more. She has me craving for her cheeky smile, her gorgeous eyes. She leaves me breathless, and breathes life into me. She holds me tight, and sets my heart free.<br /><br />She's a dream.<br /><br />A beautiful dream.<br /></span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333920181460162844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252832619847300101.post-56033944895713615332009-12-07T05:10:00.000-08:002010-01-06T00:27:10.251-08:00Substitute the middle word...<span style="font-family:verdana;">The word dwells within my heart. It cries out for mercy, to be freed, to be heard. It beats with life, with passion, with joy. And it sings out to me, open mind, open heart. The taste of the word on my lips run deep in my veins. It flows through me like a dream, so heavenly. The thought of it alone, pulls my heart dearly. It wants to be recognised, registered, revived. It wants to flow from my lips to yours, running freely, gently through your body. It wants to feel from my finger tips drawing on your hand and into your heart. It wants to see from my eyes, every smile that you have and the way your eyes smile back. It wants to hear from my ears, how your heart sings when it's next to mine. It wants to share itself with you, to hold you, to cherish you.<br /><br />The word continues to grow within my heart, only wanting to be spoken of, only to be heard. The discipline I have, to tame my mouth and lips from speaking wildly drives me crazy everyday. And the opportunity always comes when the heart desires. It twists and turns it's way out of my heart, trying to slip pass my lips into opened ears. It runs wild in my mind, over and over again. My mind disciplines my heart and lips, to wait, to be patience.<br /><br />When the time is right...<br /></span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333920181460162844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252832619847300101.post-14440194129773821792009-11-28T22:24:00.001-08:002009-11-28T23:02:24.088-08:00Euphoria...<span style="font-family:verdana;">I sit here, pondering, wandering, floundering. What is this feeling that resides inside my heart. It beats with a smile, with passion, with love. It's so surreal, this feeling runs through my body, reaching out to my finger tips. I can't but help but chase it, and when I believe I've caught it, it lingers in the air, still alluring and seductive. Dreamy. The feeling brushes up against me, caressing me, tempting me. I allow it to overwhelm me, my mind body and soul. Euphoric. Absolutely euphoric. To be blessed and filled with bliss is indescribable, one has to experience to understand, to see, to appreciate.<br /><br />My heart and it's insatiable hunger for love eats at me, driving me crazy day by day, minute by minute, second by second. The feeling slips away from my hands, my body, my lips. Pulling away from me, and my heart pulls towards it. I crave for the feeling to return, to tempt me. I wait in thought, I wait in time. Reminiscent the times, the feeling against my heart, the feeling through my hands, the feeling left on my lips. I wish to embrace it once more, and this time I will not let it slip away, it will be held, loved, and cherished. Always.<br /></span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333920181460162844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252832619847300101.post-82068632532929044562009-09-22T07:52:00.000-07:002009-09-22T08:30:20.648-07:00Wants...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">What does everybody want?<br /><br />A 'want' is something a person wants to obtain to satisfy their mind and body. Something that allows them to smile, laugh, love, live. It adds joy on top of all the troubles we hold inside. A 'want' can carry all the troubles away, as well as bring the troubles back. It is sometimes small. It is sometimes large. But no matter what it is, your heart chases that feeling until it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">gets</span> what it wants. It is sometimes easy to obtain. It is sometimes hard to obtain. But regardless the difficulty of reach, we continue to chase with our hearts. We wander and wander, floundering around living life. Normal, content, calm. But there will be a moment where find something we... 'fancy'. It liberates you, adrenalin rushing through your blood; energised and attentive. You take every opportunity to get closer to achieve what you want. All the effort to get one step closer. The drive keeps you up at night, seeking to feel that satisfaction, a satisfaction you must have.<br /><br />It can drive you insane.<br /><br />Sometimes the 'want' is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">in front</span> of you, so close. You can feel, smell, breathe, see your want, but sadly it is out of reach. If your actions are ambitious, you can drive the 'want' further away. If your actions are mellow, you can lose the 'want' by letting it get away. But once you have it, in your grasp, you cherish every second you have. You let yourself be intoxicated by what it stands for, and allow it to make you smile, make you laugh, and take your worries away. But what goes up, must come down. When there's a gain, there is a lost. But in this instance, once you have something, all it means now is that you've got something to lose.<br /><br />Concise, but not all true.<br /><br />You can't dwell on the fact that all is lost. It's the memories that linger in your mind that makes it all the worth while having that 'want' in the first place...<br /></span></span></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333920181460162844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252832619847300101.post-1713627800494452062009-09-06T04:41:00.000-07:002009-09-06T06:33:22.851-07:00Frosty Costy...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The sky was black with cold air; creeping down my lungs as I approached the door. The gravel startled under my feet, like creatures alive, disturbed and annoyed. The strap of the bag I carried dug into my fingers and slowly turning and burning, while the bottles clinked with every step. The house was rumbling and mumbling with life, rustling inside behind the walls. I was greeted with the frail brown door, barely making it's way opened; open arms slid past me and a warm face against mine. Vivid words flowed out of the lips of the host, comforting, relaxing, securing. Arms slid away and the room opened up to me. People; sitting, drinking, talking what people do. Socialise. The light was soft, a warming glow over the furniture as it sat. The open air, filled with mixed aromas, soft smells of perfumes, sharp smells of cologne, sweet smells of sweets. The atmosphere was slow, calm with a twist of tension. Unfamiliar faces glanced over at me. Inspecting me. The host turned, poised, content. Her hand reached, and rested around my wrist, and lead me through a quick introduction to a flurry of faces and trudged along to the stone floored kitchen. My fingers reached and filled the gap of the fridge edge, I pulled, a jerk rocked and the door greased opened. Tray upon tray, the colours varied, bright reds, vivid greens, jet black, opaque orange. A self chuckled, only to realise that what I brought was a drop in the ocean. The fridge door clapped. The face of the clocked played games with me, as it ticked two seconds forward, it would tick one second back. The heart of the party wasn't exactly the youths, but the poison that would slowly reach into the blood stream and flow warm and freely through the veins of it's hosts. The poison was somewhat a need, a need to be consumed fluently to express how they feel. It tore down walls of fear, insecurity and age. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tequila</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">; alluring yellow of poison, cold to the lips, hot to the core. The sinking burn radiates through the arms right down to the fingers and crawling to the ends of every hair </span><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">follicle</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">. The feeling strange, almost like an iron pressing out the creases of your body. It exhausts the body of stress and worries, only to let through the raw form of your personality. Your body fueled with love, with care, with all intentions to discover. You walk where you want to walk, you sit where you want to sit, you lay down where ever you want to lay. The world becomes yours, and you forget all that happens. The poison is not a poison without any drawbacks. It lingers in the blood and draws your body heavy, motionless and all that can be done is to give in, and let it consume you, engulf you into a senseless world where sound fades, drowned and ceased. The time burns, people slowly </span><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">consumed</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">, and overwhelmed. The body begins to reject the poison, reality hits hard, stumbling steps, opened hands spread from wall to wall, knees buckle. You're kneeling before a </span><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">porcelain</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;">white bowl, your body automates. Your throat contracts, belly throws itself out, the taste unforgettable. The smell lingers in the air, but senses are numb, eyes droop. Concentration becomes non-existant and the floor, cold, wet, rough, becomes ubelievably comfortable.</span><br /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333920181460162844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252832619847300101.post-24716299085541247502009-02-01T05:42:00.000-08:002009-02-01T06:04:13.831-08:00Mellow Banana Yellow...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The 'second' hand ticks time away, ever so slowly. Anticipating what the day would turn out to be like; slow, mellow, hectic. Dressed up and ready, the air thick then thin with the sharp smell of 'Cool Water'. Time moves quickly, and so does my body. Shifty my way through the door way, and yelling out my pardons. The door clicked behind me and I continued through the heat. Punctuality was the only thought running through my mind, even though the burning sun blared down my neck, I continued to walk without complaining about the heat. Silence at the bench I sat, with my train coming in 17 minutes. The heat continued to burn it's way through my shirt and through my skin. 17 minutes did not feel like 17 minutes. Music flowing through copper wires, slithering it's way through rubber tubes, and amplifying it's self in </span>frequencies<span style="font-family: verdana;"> the ear can hear. The music soothed my body and kept it calm, while the sun continued to do what it started. The train arrives, clawing it's way onto the platform. The door sounded off, and I hid in the train avoiding the suns' rays. My eyes closed, my body gently rocking and swaying with the train as it twisted and turned on the iron tracks. The </span>rhythm<span style="font-family: verdana;"> so relaxing, so hypnotic almost dream like. A stuttering halt, and </span>rudely<span style="font-family: verdana;"> awaken by the screeching of the train. Automated, I moved through the door, and back onto the burning heat. My walk was 15 minutes to the meeting point. 15 minutes of sun. 15 minutes of heat. 15 minutes of perspiring. Every step felt heavy, but light in a strange way. Almost to the point of enjoying the sun's company with the surrounding crowd of people. People thickened as I got closer to the festival. The smell of charcoal smoke and festive music </span>blaring<span style="font-family: verdana;"> became louder with every step. The heat lifted off my shoulders, and a smile grew to my face, and I knew, that I would enjoy this day.</span><br /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333920181460162844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252832619847300101.post-24688082686491045552008-12-30T04:55:00.000-08:002008-12-30T05:25:14.390-08:00"People do weird things"<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A whole day, my mind has never been so monotonous. No creativity, no spark, no excitement just a shade of gray. I would be as active and talkative on the outside, but on the inside the there was no presence of emotions. I've always wondered why we do some crazy things in life, and suffer the consequences. And when confronted with the question, "Why did you do it?", there would be no answer but a simple shrug of the shoulders to gesture a sign of uncertainty. Why do we choose to do things we know are wrong but continue to do so? Is it the fact we can be so stubborn to see and think through? Why do we continue to do something wrong if we know the consequences are dire? To seek </span><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">unnecessary</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> attention to fill our troubles in life? We are all so complex in ourselves, and the complexity rises to a whole new level when we engage in a relationship. Why do we choose to sacrifice so much to spend time with another? Is it because of lust? Physical attraction? Beauty? love? I guess we all seek something in life, a purpose, a goal. People will go to crazy lengths to </span><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">achieve</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> what they want. But from time to time, people will do weird things. They may or may not know why, but something inside </span><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">every body's</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> mind or heart, will come across a time where they will do something crazy, weird or out of the ordinary, and acknowledge the consequences but still continue to do so...</span><br /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333920181460162844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252832619847300101.post-7881881436577230802008-12-07T06:02:00.000-08:002008-12-07T06:27:27.896-08:00Carefree...<span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" >Whatever we wanted to do... Whenever we wanted to...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" >A child doesn't know right or wrong, but they know emotions and expression. Morals build from time to time, and lessons are learnt through hard times. Experience is gained and knowledge is kept, all valuable for a growing heart and mind. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Curiosity</span> always plays around, always eager to learn, always eager to experiment. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Curiosity</span> will bring you into your own realm, your time and space, to think, to see, to feel, to smell. You put what you learn and do, into right and wrong, good and bad, black and white. But as time passes by, knowledge from the past is pulled back and forth to make judgements, decisions, choices. But being young means your heart and mind always believes when you are 'truly' happy. You will become carefree, believing you can do anything you wanted to because you have done all, and learnt all. You speak what you wanted to, play when you wanted to; a world with no visible boundaries, but moral boundaries in your heart and mind.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"><br />As time passes by, everything changes, your mind learns and your heart learns. Experience is taken and never forgotten, and always used as a future reference. Everyday becomes busy with thoughts, "What to do?" and "When to do?" Being carefree becomes difficult, everything becomes automated and set into a schedule, a working time frame. But you will always have moments, a slice in time to think about life, running over what makes you, <span style="font-style: italic;">you. </span>Time stops when you reflect on your life, what was right, what was wrong and what makes you a better person now. It's not long until you realise, within those few minutes your mind and heart became carefree...<br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" >Love, respect and smiles.</span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333920181460162844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252832619847300101.post-43137319610260143912008-11-30T03:16:00.000-08:002008-11-30T03:44:39.104-08:00"Plenty of fish in the sea..."<span style="font-family:verdana;">"There are plenty of fish in the sea"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"But I'll never be happy with any"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"There are plenty of fish in the sea</span>"<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"I know there are plenty of fish that I won't disagree"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"There are plenty of fish in the sea"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> "But I'll never be 100% happy"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"There are plenty of fish in the sea"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> "No one knows how I feel no one sees"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"There are plenty of fish in the sea"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> "If the love if your life walks pass you, would you let them be?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"There are plenty of fish in the sea"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> "The funny part there, is no one can answer me"</span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333920181460162844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252832619847300101.post-63559452231543768822008-11-30T02:29:00.000-08:002008-11-30T03:09:56.750-08:00Transparency...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There will be times where I want to be noticed, want to be seen. But other times I want to hide, want to be in my own world. Nothing comes easy in life, ups and downs come and always that fine line of hope keeping your spirits high. I've had my fair share of troubles in my life, when things got tough I would start hating everything. Always fighting trying to push troubles away, never wanting to solve them in a civilised manner. When everything went my way in life, I cherished them took them to heart and in mind, but every time peace comes, it's always too short. Life is always unfair and you would always want to be seen and cared for. You would want simple things in life, but being human beings, the seven deadly sins will come to haunt us. We're always forced to take sides, to show that you care. But it becomes conflicting, friends become foes and foes become friends. Twisted as the situation may seem, the heart just wants to hide from all the troubles. Always stuck in the middle with conflicts, people think about themselves and never think about the middle man. The one person that links people together. You would sit and think, converse and try to solve the situation like you know what to do, but no one is every truly happy with what they get in the end. Spirits bruised and morals bashed, the only thing to do is to move on. But it's hard to move on if you don't let go. When ever the middle man is troubled, seeking refuge in homebody's arms is difficult, finding the 'right' person to speak too become a mind game. Left stranded, transparent, no one can see. Attention is something people seek, but sometimes it come naturally, others seek it for the wrong purpose. I want to have attention, to know when somebody is speaking to you, or the conversation they have; you know you are there. Someone to comfort me, someone to look out for me, but it's probably just me confusing love with everything. People will be people, and in life, catering for everyone is a task no one wants to take up. No two people are the same on the earth, no two people's emotions are the same. It's difficult for anyone to find the right words to say when they try to open themselves to help. Finding the right words are the key building blocks to help someone step up with their spirits. Finding the wrong words only allows them to close up and find another place to hide. Some emotions click together like puzzles next to each other, other emotions are different pieces and on opposite sides and can't compare or share the same feeling. When you don't open up you will appear transparent, but when you do, you bring attention to yourself. People will not want to bring burdens onto others but curiosity gets the best of everyone. Always take a second look at everything, and to see the bigger picture, to see who's falling behind. No one wants to be a drama queen, nor gain unnecessary attention, but every one's hearts want to know that someone cares and someone loves.</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Love, respect and smiles.</span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333920181460162844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252832619847300101.post-37773032718746957462008-11-23T02:29:00.000-08:002008-11-30T03:13:47.964-08:00"If you love me... let me go..."<span style="font-family:verdana;">Love, respect and smiles.</span><br /><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-AU">My life, my dreams, my everything. You have been the reason why I pushed my life so far, why I keep pursuing my goals. It's because you believed in me, kept my heart burning with passion for what I do, for what I love. But I my heart will continue to burn with passion, just for you. I loved you truly, deeply, and honestly. With my up most loyalty, kept my lust in line, only to love you and be rewarded with your love. You honestly meant the world to me, and not hearing your voice for a single day, would mean my days were never complete. You showed me the path of right, and showed me that life has its ups and downs. You were there when I wanted to give up, you were there when I needed light, and you were there when I needed guidance. As much as we fought, we always turned to each other to forgive, and to learn more about each other, and respect grew. You would always send my heart racing and a smile always on my face when I see you walking through the gates at the train station. No matter how hard I kept my face serious, you would always leave me smiling. You were my world, a sanctuary I could go to, and forget about all worries, to take off the weights off my shoulder and to hold me, and let me know that I am loved and cared for. I lived a life, only to give up everything, to work only for myself, to live only for myself, and to die only for myself. But you picked up the pieces of my heart, and kept them so close to yours and let my heart breathe life. You love me regardless of my wealth, regardless of my looks, regardless of my status in life. <b>You loved me, for who I was.</b> You always told me, that no one has ever entered your life, and I was the only one with the key to your heart. I was the only boy who was trusted with your loving heart. I cherished every minute, every second, I cherished everything about you. I would always look forward to seeing you, no matter how hot the summer heat would bring, or how cold the icy winter would breathe, I would make the effort to see you, even just for a one hour lunch, because I know, that you would complete my day when I saw you. You would always try to impress me, but you never had to go far, because I would always love you, even when you were sick, I would come over and rest beside you to let you know I cared. I would write you poems every night before you slept, so you knew that I left you in your sleep with love on your mind. I made sure I messaged you in the morning to let you know that I was there, to love you when you wake up. I wanted to show how special you were to me, I wanted to let you know that you deserve so much and to be loved always. I would always be on time, because I hated to make you wait. I would do my best to make you happy, give you what you wanted, or what you asked for. I was never ashamed of you, no matter how loud you were in the city together, no matter what you did to try to embarrass me; I would always embrace you and let you know I love you. <b>I loved you, for who you were.</b> I remember the time I tried to memorise a song on piano, just for you, and I took you into the piano store, and tried my best to play the piece, I wanted to let you hear how I felt, I wanted you to hear my love for you. I would try to memorise lyrics to songs I dedicated to you, and sing them to you as we walked through the park. I would put the effort to do anything for you; I would do anything to see you smile. And it was always worth the effort, to know I can make you smile. I remember when we were lying on the grass, and you would rest your head on my chest to hear my heart beat. You always told me it was beating strong and calm. Looking back at all the time we spent together, I never regret one moment, I don't recall any hardships and fights, and I don't recall anything painful. All I see is you, and you being yourself, and your smile. I can't thank you enough for being there for me, for supporting me, for caring for me, for guiding me... for loving me.<br /><br />I know I'm stubborn, and I would never accept anything unless the facts were laid out in cold to my face. I know that I'm stubborn when it comes to your decisions. But I made myself listen to the beat of your heart. You let me know how hard it was for you, and how difficult with your situation in life. And it's hard enough to have me to juggle around with your work as well. I understand, and I respect your decision, I'm not angry; I'm not upset at you. And I'm letting you go, I'm letting you smile in the world, I'm letting you grow in the world, I'm letting you know that I love you unconditionally and always~<br /><br />"If you love me... let me go..." 24/11/08<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"> Anh Yeu Em~ Always~</div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333920181460162844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252832619847300101.post-85348829961947186652008-11-23T02:26:00.000-08:002008-11-23T02:29:11.476-08:00"Love or Lust"<span style="font-family: verdana;">Love or lust yet we are blind to see,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And we learn in love when nothing is free,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">One must give another must take,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And nothing hurts more when true love is fake,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Laughter and joy can only last so long,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Smiles with a kiss will make love strong,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">A simple touch might end in lust,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nothing can be controlled <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ecstacy</span> is a must,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Satisfaction comes when all air is gone,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Realisation of truth and pain in the heart where it belongs,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Reconcile with fake love and nothing is real,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fake smile fake hugs fake kiss nothing the heart can feel,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fading love or lust is now friends to be,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Love or lust we are blind to see...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A poem I written a while back ago, just wanted to post it here because it expressed my thoughts and feelings</span>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333920181460162844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252832619847300101.post-71846776375997088842008-11-23T01:39:00.000-08:002008-11-30T03:14:44.192-08:00Working on a rainy day...<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;">Everything was set, the day was young and the sun was beautiful. Nothing to fear, nothing to worry, all in all a day of enjoyment. The sunlight played gently outside but what was lurking behind was unexpected. The warm light was balanced with cold winds, sending mixed messages to my body. One moment the body expanded, another curled into submission. It was a unique day, but every day was always unique. A restful journey to work, but the mind constantly ticking, always constantly thinking. I made my way, towards my destination, every step, I was beaten with ice cold biting wind, and every step the sun would melt the cold away. I reached the doors where my work begins. The cold, still slicing it's way through the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">entrance</span> and reaching me, every step I took back, the wind kept chasing forward. It was a slow cold day, and the sun was tired, and hid behind clouds. The day slowed down, but the people sped up. One moment the cafe silent, dull, relaxed. And in an instant, life bursting and erupting through tables and chairs. Plates full, plates emptied. A moment of peace, as I stood by the entrance, only to feel the tears from the sky. Shrouded by grey, soft clouds, the sky began to cry. The rain fell slow, not too hastily, but gentle as they dissolved into the ground. Almost hypnotic, so graceful, so many, so different. Reality came in the form of a ice cold breath, and only to realise more people were hungry, and needed to be satisfied. The rain, stepped into the floors, seeking comfort, seeking love, seeking companionship. The day was aging, and people were leaving, faces smiling, faces quiet. A waitress, tray full to the edges, bottles, cups. Occupied with her duty, stepped on the creeping rain. Bottles, cups wobbled, dancing on the tray, like a game. One by one, like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dominoes</span> fell, like the rain, but heavier. A high crash, splitting glass, shrapnel flaring, crystal lights, icicles of shattered purity. The crashing sound died with the silence of a roaring customers, clapping, applauding the destruction of glass. Senses alerted, safety first, lawsuits later. Broom in one hand, gently sweeping, gently pulling and pushing the shattered ice. Drama ceases, work continues through the night. The night ends, with the icy wind resting, and the tears have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">stopped</span> falling. A refreshing night, the smell of rain in the atmosphere is appreciated, soothing and uplifting.<br /><br />The night ends with a smile to my face.</div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333920181460162844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252832619847300101.post-59786779891799530752008-11-15T05:03:00.000-08:002008-11-30T03:15:19.375-08:00Super Duper Working Looper<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;">A blur with a bump, a shift with a shiver, a step with a struggle, all in all a day of a honest worker.<br /><br />Over dressed, attitude with high integrity, heart so carefree. Music, like colours flowing with emotions, breathing life into my mind. Every step comes a colourful beat, every step comes closer a stranger, every step comes the twisting time. Loud sun, playing peek-a-boo with strangers, clouds swimming the skies like fish with nothing to fear. Steel cage with doors and windows, rushing down the tracks, only going forward never going back. Doors clicked, doors slide, doors rested. A seat alluring with emptiness was the one spot for me. Alienated with the way I dressed, crisp black shirt, sharp straight trousers and jet black shoes to die for. The waiting game begins, time to think, time to listen, time to see. Theories, philosophies, stories, memories, always intruding my present mind. My mind bitter sweet, but always knows it's true morals. My heart so warm and beaten yet always offering people truth, love and respect. Conflict and contradictions always play in my life. What is right, rolls out to be wrong. What is wrong, plays out to be right. My life dances with the sun as it rises, and dances with the moon as it rises. The steel cage stops. And reality slices into my mind, automated, my body shifts, moves and settles at the door. Step after step, and the revolving steel steps come closer each stride. My heart beats a smile to my face, but my mind beats it back down. Strangers walking towards me and never with me. I move tiredly, with eyes closed, fifteen steps, eyes open, fifteen steps, eyes closed. Another state awaits as a reach my designated area. Everything begins to slow down, a rubber band stretched slowly. The pace picks up, people queueing, to be fed, to be seated, to be catered for. Heavy plates, dirty plates, salad plates, everything in my hands. My body becomes transfused into a robotic state. Command one, move to command two, move to command 3, commands 1, 2 and 3 completed, repeat command one. A rush of faces, pleasant faces, disgruntled faces. A rush of legs, thin legs, bulky legs. Apologies were laid out, customers disgusted with food, customers annoyed with time. Nothing satisfies a persons wants. Dwindling numbers, faces disappear, voices gone. Silence and only the sound of people. Real people, working people, catering people. The weights are gone, shoulders are lifted and spirits are high. The day ends, with steps in front of steps. Warm heart beating softly with the beat of music, content, mellow, calm.<br /><br />Love, respect and smiles.</div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333920181460162844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252832619847300101.post-17614370779917036912008-11-13T05:08:00.000-08:002008-11-30T03:15:49.115-08:00Mellow Marshmellow<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" >What a day it started off to be, early sun and rising heat. Air thick and dry, breathing was a struggle but work I had to go. The sun rays light up my skin, but burned and I cringe at the sensation. The agonising walk through the sun with sharp black shirt, crisp black trousers and black dress shoes to die for. Tormenting time twisted as I waited for a disturbing screech of steel circles against the long steel rails. Train beeps, doors open, a cold rush of air caresses my body, body slow, mellow, clam. Mind slows down, to think, to predict, to query. Old memories, new memories emotions flow in and out. A smile flickers across my face, </span></div><div id="bannerTop" style="float: left; clear: both; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="dicColor" >reminiscences of times with true friends, honest friends, real friends. Reality snaps hard, with time pushing for punctuality. No time to think, only time to move, to hurry. Clicking of my own footsteps on the parched hot concrete, each step only drawing closer to what brings an enlightenment of mixed emotions. The path I walk only bares the suns rays gracefully burning my entire body. Eyes closed and yet not closed only slits to view my every step ahead of me. Dark grey geometric patterns loomed over the concrete like a blanket of light. Rushing past people, eyes not wide enough to see faces, but only figures with their backs towards the sun with heads heavier than the neck can bare. The front steps of welcoming customers worn away by hungry customers, only satisfying themselves, only indulging what their minds believe is true. Twisted time plays games, speeding up with 60 new faces to seat and slowing down with 3 faces you have seated. A sudden warp of actions, and I'm wielding a broom, a mop, a garbage bag. Grinding meticulously on a satisfactory cleanliness state of a floor stomped on, spilt on, and baring the weight of hungry customers feet. The day ends, with a plastic bag in one hand, and inner throbbing pains in my ankles. The sun has rested and the nigh sky spreads love all over. The night life bringing a chilling touch of cool around my face, only to remember to smile, to enjoy life, to make a statement, to respect and to love.</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" id="resultHeading" class="shd_hdr"> </div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333920181460162844noreply@blogger.com1