Thursday, September 16, 2004


by anonymous

There's something you may give

A friend and stranger too;

It seems that when you give it,

It's given back to you.

This gift is worth a million,

But doesn't cost a dime;

It's lasting in effect,

But doesn't take much time.

This simple little gesture

Can make the day worthwhile;

It's just as good as sunshine

It's what we call a smile

Don't Quit

by anonymous

Don't quit when the tide is lowest,

For it's just about to turn;

Don't quit over doubts and questions;

For there's something you may learn.

Don't quit when the night is darkest,

For it's just a while 'til dawn;

Don't quit when you've run the farthest,

For the race is almost won.

Don't quit when the hill is steepest,

For your goal is almost nigh;

Don't quit, for you're not a failure

Until you fail to try.

Take Time

by anonymous

Take time to work,

it is the price of success.

Take time to think,

it is the source of power.

Take time to play, it is the

secret of perpetual youth.

Take time to be friendly,

it is the road to happiness.

Take time to love and be loved,

it is a priviledge of the gods.

Take time to share, life is

too short to be selfish.

Take time to laugh,

it is the music of the Soul.

Monday, September 13, 2004


my world shattered with just a snap

when the truth broke out from the scrap.

the facade that I used to wear

was removed and torn with flare

I used to desolate my self...

to conceal to them that I needed help.

But my actions became obvious

that they became curious

They started to unravel the truth,

piece by piece starting from my youth...

just to finish the jigsaw left by me,

in search for something to cover it, and flee.

Now the puzzle's finished and the truth, set free

all relationships severed, just because of me...

The help that I needed... gone,

and again left in solitude with nothing at hand, not even

Thursday, September 9, 2004


I'm a dying psychotic in a psychiatric ward,

obsessed with your hazel brown eyes

and your red cherry lips...

I'm much more than a fan...

but not a stalker,

yet I love you at a distance

which somehow satisfied my desires for you...

to be near me, to talk to me,

and to accompany me until that day

when all the leaves of the tree had fallen upon the ground.

My obsession to look at you

resulted in my compulsion

that had made me crazy, thus I'm here today

a suicidal patient, confined...

already derranged out of love...

still waiting for you to notice,

and to lift my spirits...

in the skies above where the stars shine brightly

and where the birds flew freely without constraint...