septiembre 13, 2008 - sábado 

that hope...(incomplete)

 intensity is hidden.
 pieces are never found.

     Running was never an option. She was taught to stay and treat the pain while it weeps, emitting its indifference's. She was tough. She was durable. She was laborious. Times were never anything perfect but her heart always laid whole. She contained a hope that seemed untouchable to many, a hope set so high and so unlimited.
     Many pondered how long she'd hold on. Many doubted the integrity which she set that dream upon. Though the pain penetrates, twisting internally, she kept on keeping on. Its hard to believe she is where she is now. Her heart beating and her nerves enduring every punch. We've all been there... where the roller coaster whoops and twirls, speeds up and slows down. She has learned the ride never ends but hope lasts eternally like a bottomless pit, unfathomable with out comparison.
    

septiembre 28, 2008 - domingo 

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I was happy.
Truly...

Until that day.

I knew i had to leave..
So things might be ok.


I was wrong.
Again...

It's admited to you.

You know its missed.
I suffer just like you do.


I had a favor.
One...

Thats all i asked.

You cant seem to complete it.
Its like a journeyed task.


I wondered why you cant.
Tried...

What else can i do.

You wont let me be your friend.
You only want me as your boo.


You say all these things.
Harsh...

I wont plea.

I'm not going to waste my time.
I'll wait, but not very patiently.


I said i was done trying.
You see...

Did you not hear.

I am a person with feelings.
And all you can do is seem not to care.


So here i write.
Again...

Hopefully you'll understand.

This all seems to make me sick,
As i write about it with pencil in hand.