7.2.2012

fly our feet across the waters,

feel the open wind in our wings,

nothing can stop this moment,

tonight we are the Queen and King,

let are soul dance into the night,

and awake on the sunshine in the day,

nothing can slow down the stars tonight,

connect your soul with my soul,

as we feel the beat of each others heart,

your eyes gaze into my eyes,

the scent of Heaven,

burns so pleasantly into are nostrils,

that is the smell of your hair,

your skin is softer,

than the snow as it falls on your face,

as we touch the most tender areas,

of each others heart,

we sing love's beautiful song,

and dance to her wondeful art.

Broken Dreams

there's a girl. as beautiful as the garden's sunlight,

but every morning she feels the rain,

and she just does not feel right,

so she hides her pain,

by having a drink,

and for the day it erases her memory,

and she no longer has to think,

of all her broken dreams she did not see,

with every sip,

it takes her farther away,

on to a trip.

to a place she wishes she could stay,

but when she closes her eyes,

she finds her self in hell the next day,

and each passing day a little more she dies,

with every single swallow,

her life is the cost,

in a reality she's feels is hallow,

she is just another victim lost

Dear God

Dear God, I believe in your existence,

but sometimes I feel there is to great a distance,

between your fingers, and mine,

that keeps my eyes blind,

from your eternal shine,

and  Satan keeps me in a shackle,

and my sorrow is natural,

of how I believe one should feel,

causing me to deny happiness is real,

maybe I don't pray enough for your Holy touch,

maybe I think too much,

maybe I have to  little,

but all I know is my mind is becoming brittle,

with each day that passes me by,

with each tear drop  I cry,

to my cries please do not have a deaf ear,

but lift me up from out of here,

from this place Satan has taken me,

a state of self inflected negativity,

because I know your hand is close to mine,

I can feel their Holy divine,

gentle soul soothing touch,

lifting me from Satan's cobra clutch 

looking for the point

My heart can never be broke,

since he was never loved,

but my thoughts can pretend,

that she has been broken,

time and time again, 

and imagine the feel of sorrow,

that comes from the cut,

when the  knife enters,

deep into my shattered heart,

piercing deep inside my soul,

but that feeling is worthless,

and no love makes me question,

what then is my purpose,

of feeling something you know,

hurts, but hurts not to have,

the world is dark,

no matter how much light shines.

idk maybe random you be the judge of that

I been searching for the meaning since I left the womb,

so even on days I dream of the tomb,

I look forward to what tomorrow has to offer,

so I stay tuned like a television show,

and see what life will broadcast today,

some nights, and days are dramas,

where my darkest sorrows are on display,

other episodes are like comedies full of laughter,

either way I am no where close to my final chapter,

so as my daily life struggle continues,

the pen known as life writes my story as I breath,

until the day my final breath leaves,

but until that day shall come to be,

no matter the darkness, or light,

this is my life story I shall continue to write

since I do not sleep I will blog

Dear my lovely readers,

it is pretty late where I live,  and I can't sleep. and I hope all of you are doing good, and have been blessed with happiness, as for me I find my self in the weird state when one is neither sad, or happy, but emotionless, and on the fence of being either way. I tell myself everyday postive thougts in order to help myself feel not negative about myself, and to be honest I am not sure if it is working, or not, but I do so in hope of a pay off.

right so, lets move on to other thoughts, I have a job interview on the fourteenth of this month, which is Feb. It be great if I got the job, so I can save up for college among other things, plus that was a goal of mine, so it be toasting another piece of toast, so wish me luck:)

life is filled with set backs, for every pro exist a con, and those set backs can hold you down from greatness, but over coming set backs is one of the greatest accomplished one can achieve in life. sometimes we wish certain things can be different, but life is a struggle to understand, but once we understand why we struggle with life, and all she dishes out at us, the more beautiful she becomes

I love you all deeply, even if you might not think so, and you are all in my heart, and prayers, I hope you are blessed with the tears of joy, and all your sorrow is one day gone,

that is all for now,
love,
your friend,
VPK

first of February of this year

I keep your letter,

close to my heart,

so when my mind grows dark,

your words can be the spark,

of light my heart needs,

so when am down in hell,

your loving words I read,

and my joy grows,

like a planted seed,

into a tree that produces,

fruits of happiness,

with a taste so pleasant,

there is no way for me,

to write about it in words,

but only tell you,

your friendship is like an artist,

painting their masterpiece.

if I could frame it.

I put it in my heart ,

for all the world to see!!!!