ANONYMOUS

I am anonymous

I am that reply

I am that one you wonder who it is

I view your life and others unknown

I say what’s on my mind

I say anything I want

I come and go as I please

I do as I please

I am everything you want

I am nothing you need

I am that fantasy

I am that bad dream

I get under your skin

I get on your last nerve

I am what you can never have

I am yours for the keeping

I am anonymous

BY DF

A Storm is like a Lover

A storm is coming, and as I wait, it reminds me of a lover,

Unpredictable, and wild, never knowing how it’s going to go.

I love looking at the storm, how it consumes me, how it intrigues me,

The smell of the rain reminds me of the smell of his skin

The soft whisper of the wind sounds like his soft sweet voice, whispering in my ear.

And how the lightning lights up the eye of the sky,

And the thunder in his kiss,

The cool breeze feels like the cool chills all over my body, with each soft touch of his fingers.

Not knowing when the storm is going to end, wanting it to last through out the night,

But the storm is only here for a moment and that in the morning he will be gone,

So I wait, wondering when the storm will come around again.

By DF

OH THAT GUY

Remember that guy,, you know, the one from high school, that guy you went to school for just to look at him, good looking, great smile, good personality,, untouchable, unapproachable, because you just knew that if he smiled at you or even talked to you (god for bid) you would just melt into a puddle of drool right in front of him,, Yea That Guy.. you couldn’t wait to get to class because he was sitting in the next chair in homeroom, looking all good, smelling all good, and you would  turn away with shyness  if he even slightly looked at you,, which he was probably only looking out the window, but of course in your teenage fantasy mind. HE was looking at YOU; I like to think about that guy once in a while. Thinking how silly I was to be so shy around him, when really all I probably had to do was just say, hey how’s it going. And hoped I didn’t turn into a puddle of drool if he said Hey back. And even maybe once in a while throw one of my cute little smiles at him, (I do have to say, I have been told I have a great smile) just saying. I wonder what he would have thought, or done if I had the nerve to do that, funny thing is there was guy like that at my school. SO CUTE, with a smile that would stop you in your tracks, and one time he did talk to me... Ill never forget it, he said “you sure are looking cute today” and what do you think I did... YUP... I melted into a puddle of drool... but I waited until he couldn’t see me. .   Years later I got to see THAT GUY from high school.. still oh so cute, still had a smile you could die for.. BUT,, this time I was not shy.. but, I still melted into a puddle of drool. :)


by df about vw

The eve of this birthday

On the eve of this birthday, I stop to think about all the birthdays before this one,, some fun, some sad, some I don’t remember, due to, too much fun, but each year there was always one thing I looked forward to,, my mom and I would always send the best gifts to each other.. You see my mom’s birthday is only a few days after mine, but this year is going to be different, with my mom passing away, I’ll miss sending her favorite flowers to her. And I'll miss getting mine from her, I'll miss talking to her about how things in my life have been going. And getting her good advices, we had talked about planning a trip to Vegas together for our birthdays this year, something I was so looking forward to, but just knowing that I cant pick up the phone and call her, and hearing her voice on the other end, always saying how beautiful the flowers are that I had sent, and her saying happy birthday, and us laughing about how old we are. That i'll miss the most. Its has been a very difficult month for me for sure, and I have missed my mom so much,, I still will,on her birthday this year, pick up her favorite flowers and tell her about what is going on in my life, and tell her happy birthday. There is so much I miss about my mom. But this special time, I miss the most. Love you Mom.

The Women I am

IF YOU TOOK THE TIME TO REALLY LOOK AT ME, SEE ME, HEAR ME, YOU MIGHT HAVE FOUND OUT  THAT I WAS MORE THAN JUST A MOMENT. MORE THAN A LONELY NIGHT, MORE THAN SOMEONE YOU CRYED TO WHEN YOU COULDN’T FIND ANYONE ELSE, THAT I HAD A HEART, ONE I FREELY GAVE, THAT I WAS A EAR, ONE THAT TOOK IN EVERYTHING YOU SAID, AND KEEPED IT BETWEEN US THAT I WAS A SHOULDER, STRONG ENOUGH TO LET YOU LEAN ON, THAT I WAS A LOVER, ON NIGHTS YOU NEEDED, THAT I WAS A FRIEND, WHEN FRIENDS WERE FEW.  BUT I WAS ALSO A WOMAN, ONE THAT FEELS, LOVES, CRYS, NEEDS, THAT’S THE PART OF ME YOU OVERLOOKED, THAT’S THE PART OF ME YOU NEEDED TO SEE. THE WOMAN, THAT WAS STRONG, YET WEAK , WEAK FOR THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE, WEAK FOR THE FEEL OF YOUR TOUCH, WEAK , FOR ONE MORE LOOK IN YOUR EYES,  THE WOMAN WEAK TO LET YOU IN HER HEART.. BUT STRONG ENOUGH TO LET YOU GO...

By DF

Talk about a Generation Gap

So Funny... My son and I were looking at my old record albums.. and he was looking at one of my 45s.. and asked me how do you change the song on this to another one,,i said " its a 45 there is only one song on it" he looked confused and said : Oh i thought it was like a CD, that it had more than one song on it.. then he said.. " hell i wasn't born in 1964 how am I supposed to know that. HAHAHAHA.. OH MAN DO I FEEL OLD !!

I guess you can say the 45s were the itune downloads of yesterday. HA

Out of sight out of mind

The meaning of absence makes the heart grow fonder, or out of sight out of mind.

When I think about it, it makes me wonder, has everyone been both, I know I have been a “heart grows fonder” to some and I am defiantly an “out of sight out of mind” to at least one. But think about it,, how sad is that,  that you could be a “ out of sight out of mind” because at one time or another, you were to that person someone special, someone they thought of and wanted to be near, and now you’re their “ out of mind” when I think back to the ones that has been in my heart one time or another, I still, from time to time think about them, so I guess, even though they may be “ out of sight” these people that I have at one time  put them in my heart, will never be a “ out of mind” there should be another saying for these people,, the ones you loved, cared about, thought of on a regular bases ,but maybe just don’t see anymore, for one reason or another,,  but to be “ out of sight out of mind” well I guess it depends on who you are and what kind of character you are. That you could put someone in that category. The thing to think about is this, you may have someone that is your “out of sight out of mind” but you may be their “absence makes the heart grow fonder”. so before you just forget people that at one time you wanted, just think you could be someone’s “ out of sight out of mind” when they are your “ absence makes the heart grow fonder”

Nobody

Nobody sees you as you're walking down the halls towards the cafeteria
Nobody acknowledges you when you're getting your book from the rack in your science class
Nobody hears you as you raise your hand and ask what the answer is again
Nobody sees how beautiful your blue eyes are or how your hair has natural highlights or how your freckle's go from the bottom of your eye to pass over your nose to the bottom of your other eye
Nobody understands why you feel so strongly about your decisions and why you feel like you need to express them
Nobody gets why you always seem to have a smile on your face on some days and on other days you just feel so sad and hopeless that you just feel like crying
Nobody

By EM

The Beholder

What hides behind the eyes of the beholder is more than the eye can see

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, they say

Beauty and pain

Though the beholder can’t see what the heart deceives

Knowing the pain the beholded will bring

Leaving devastation and despair

The beholded leaves without a thought or a care

As the heart grows weary and colder

Beauty still LIES in the eyes of the beholder

by DF about vw

The Voice of Despair

I heard a voice full of despair “come get me”

I whispered I’ll be there

As the flight took me to a place I didn’t know where

I heard the voice “come get me”

I whispered I’m almost there

As I came upon the place the voice had led me

Only the shadow I could see

I fell in despair

The voice was not there

I still whispered I’m here

I was too late.

by DF, 

The Road

There’s a road I’m traveling that I did not choose to go

Force to take the steps to the unknown

No light at the end, only emptiness shown

A place where pain and sorrow lives

Where hearts go to die

A cold and dark place where the only word spoken is good by

Each step I take brings me to my knees

Begging and pleading that the end didn’t have to be

But my fear is nothing compared to the one whose road I’m traveling

For when the journeys done

There will be peace and rest for the one.

by DF for my mom

IF

If I were the rain.. could I ever merge with someones heart, like the way rain merges sky and earth, never meant to connect never meant to know.

If I were the sun.. could I ever tear someones soul like the way the sun tears the night only for it to return blacker, darker than the time before knowing through this time of darkness and despair, light will always return.

But if I were a soul.. could I ever belong to someone, like the way a heart belongs to a body, and the way love belongs to a person, only for that love to be lost in the sea of hearts.

If I were the rain.. could I ever merge with someones heart like the way rain merges with the sky and earth, never meant to connect, never meant to know.

                                                                                                              by GMD