OPIKABU

just told..just say it something..just explain more..
hey i have recently come to realize
There is no way to compromise Darkness grows with each sunrise
No pleasure comes with new surprise
There is no use to improvise
For a jealous heart tells only lies Inside this leads to painful cries
And tears will fall from blameless eyes
This mind of mine you terrorize Grows impossible to stabilize
These wounds no matter what the size Take so long to cauterize
My words I try to organize the "word" which I visualize Memories
I mobilize Combine as I apologize This feeling
I cannot disguise
Thoughts are hard to analyzed
The last event can we not ostracize?
All senses fail while we trade good-byes No doubt within me will arise
This sinful thought is my demise
With you I know I held first prize But now I'm cold with lifeless..
just like sincerity dummy-thing.. wanna read more??just click.. byOPIKABU

“Love comes to those who still hope even though they've been disappointed, to those who still believe even though they've been betrayed, to those who still love even though they've been hurt before.”

that is true, n happen on me. even its hurting me. but i'll neva give up for this dilemma. i dont knw wht im feel'n now..such like stupid bigchild who still hope even i got nothing. but why i cant cntrl this feel'n. im afraid to losing her. maybe she is the one who can make me changing . she's kinda know wht im feel'n. but same like me. she never told to me.

why until now i never tells to her that i really really in love with her. cause i dont wanna felt disappointed if i just being her boy friend. i wnt to be her husband who can take care off all her needed.

i dont wanna like this. MISUNDERSTOOD .i just want to give u happiness live.
no more burden , no more sickness , no more hurt, no more bad..
i just wanna see some kind of smile in ur face..

It breaks your heart to see the one you love is happy with someone else, but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you.
that's why im OON like this.
i love u because no one is perfect until you fall in love with them. wanna read more??just click.. byOPIKABU

The wild bee reels from bough to bough
With her furry coat and her gauzy wing,
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,
Swore that two lives should be like one
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
As long as the sunflower sought the sun,-
It shall be, I said, for eternity
'Twixt you and me!
Dear friend, those times are over and done;
Love's web is spun.
Look upward where the poplar trees
Sway and sway in the summer air,
Here in the valley never a breeze
Scatters the thistledown, but there
Great winds blow fair
From the mighty murmuring mystical seas,
And the wave-lashed leas.
Look upward where the white gull screams,
What does it see that we do not see?
Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams
On some outward voyaging argosy,
Ah! can it be
We have lived our lives in a land of dreams!
How sad it seems.
Sweet, there is nothing left to say
But this, that love is never lost,
Keen winter stabs the breasts of May
Whose crimson roses burst his frost,
Ships tempest-tossed
Will find a harbour in some bay,
And so we may.

And there is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again, and part,
Nay, there is nothing we should rue,
I have my beauty,-you your Art,
Nay, do not start,
One world was not enough for two
Like me and you. wanna read more??just click.. byOPIKABU

This is for the greatest person
that I have ever known.
Being away from you for so long
I am feeling so alone.
With you I am so happy
you keep my heart content.
But I had to be a student -
so off to UUM I went.
That is where I found my heart
and how I feel for you.
I try so hard to deny this feeling
and I don't know what to do.
I said that I would never again
let someone take my heart.
And here I'm sitting wanting you
and hate that we're apart.
Everyday you are in my thoughts,
every night you're in my dreams.
I can't believe what's happening,
is this really what it seems?
I know you're only wanting
to be the best of friends,
but I am asking you sincerely
if it's your rule you'll bend.
To take a chance to know me
to let me share it all.
And maybe one day very soon
for me one day you'll fall.
Our friendship we now have
is something that I'd miss
but maybe once we let go
we will find eternal bliss. wanna read more??just click.. byOPIKABU

I’m looking down into an empty creek bed

The wind through the trees sounds like water running

I visualize what it might look like in another month

Water will be flowing; there will be frogs and salamanders too

A little boy could find so much to do

Wet and dirty he would be, but for a little while

His life and mind are completely free

His curiosity and imagination running at high speed

The action of it all, innocent and so pure

Wish I had that time and energy to explore

But now all I do is remember how used to be

When I was young and had the time to be me wanna read more??just click.. byOPIKABU

All those times I was bored
out of my mind. Holding the log
while she sawed it. Holding
the string while she measured, boards,
distances between things, or pounded
stakes into the ground for rows and rows
of lettuces and beets, which I then (bored)
weeded. Or sat in the back
of the car, or sat still in boats,
sat, sat, while at the prow, stern, wheel
she drove, steered, paddled. It
wasn't even boredom, it was looking,
looking hard and up close at the small
details. Myopia. The worn gunwales,
the intricate twill of the seat
cover. The acid crumbs of loam, the granular
pink rock, its igneous veins, the sea-fans
of dry moss, the blackish and then the graying
bristles on the back of his neck.
Sometimes she would whistle, sometimes
I would. The boring rhythm of doing
things over and over, carrying
the wood, drying
the dishes. Such minutiae. It's what
the animals spend most of their time at,
ferrying the sand, grain by grain, from their tunnels,
shuffling the leaves in their burrows. shee pointed
such things out, and I would look
at the whorled texture of her square finger, earth under
the nail. Why do I remember it as sunnier
all the time then, although it more often
rained, and more birdsong?
I could hardly wait to get
the hell out of there to
anywhere else. Perhaps though
boredom is happier. It is for dogs or
groundhogs. Now I wouldn't be bored.
Now I would know too much.
Now I would know. wanna read more??just click.. byOPIKABU

Lose yourself slowly

in the velvety gaze, the seduction

of a fragile rose.

the scent of passionate longing

captivates the heart

with an obstinate urge of the savagery

of a night's loving.

Your heart,

now silently impaled by the liquid fragrance

of a shadowy thorn.

There is no escaping its fatal embrace.

Yours is the crimson petal,

the blood on the thorn. wanna read more??just click.. byOPIKABU