Ines-chan

I want something different - ice that ignites fire, gravity in space. Maybe then we would notice the ones we have never faced. Maybe then we would realize that in life, no matter how far we might reach, or how much we might achieve, gravity still exists; there's a place for humility. I want something different. I want to learn how to save lives, how to nod and give in; I want to learn how to let go, how to let Him. I want to see the world in a fourth dimension. So I prayed. He said, "Ask and you will receive whatever you need." Did you know? We can make a difference.

I would like to spend 3:15, and maybe some more at the coffee shop. Oh, not money; that is not needed. Just time, Because it's my escape. In the afternoon at 3:15, I touch the window and I can feel rain less than an inch away. Sometimes raindrops collide into one another, and the stains on the bottom get washed away. I wonder, for I've always wondered, "How would it feel to roll off umbrellas and paint the ground? How would it feel to be dried off?" Sometimes, I wish I were rain. You know, when things go the other way. I love it when it's empty. I love it when the only thing I hear is music and the only thing I smell is the

I find myself changing order and rearranging words as I'm writing. I find myself still shifting the syntax of poems, the syntax of things, after many many-times. Then I find myself trying to manipulate things of the past as if they were soldiers, and I their commander. I find myself struggling to shape my future as if I had the blueprint of life. I find myself wanting to fast forward and wanting to leave the present behind. Just 365 days. Will I find? My true desires I have yet to fulfill; My true identity I have yet to find. Because I know soon, soon I will find myself wanting to rewind.

What has once been nothing is now filled with life It's always after the rain do we truly feel alive We are fragile, prone to the tumults and storms of night We have the strength of a child, breathing in tears with his heart contrite In our frailty we are made strong, for nothing will last without a taste of pain To our friendship you have brought life For eternities it will perpetuate Our friendship, Scott, is like a flower in the rain

I have been lethargically awake Perceiving the world with my eyes half opened Worn out and bent I could collapse at any second, and still ponder: What is up there? Enigmas and mysteries Do the ones of this world ever tell the truth? Would I be the believer if they do? Invitations and hesitations Keeping people from accepting the truth What should I do if the world is not being honest? Incessantly making up lies from even more lies What would you do? Generations come and go Still this place has, not at all, been transformed My heart lingers between death and eternity Not knowing a thing Not knowing who I am and what I have bee

Let's dance under the moonlight Surge to the rhythmic flowing waters With bare feet, stroll along the dampened sand Take my hand, We'll dive Down, deep, and plummet to the ocean floor Then all the pain of the past and the present, Even the sting of this penetrating moment Into the ocean Will vanish into thin air And slowly disappear under the luminous glow of the moonlight…