Sometimes

Sometimes
I see things I shouldn't see
I hear things I shouldn't hear
I get things that are not meant for me

Sometimes
The wind caress me
Then it shocks me with its powerful beat

Sometimes
The flowers in the field greet me
Then they tangle me with those hurtful roots

Sometimes
The rain washes me with love
Then it suffocates me with such strong determination

Sometimes
The birds flying around me with pity
Then they mock me despite seeing tears on my cheeks

Sometimes
The knife hurts me
But now
It offers me a peaceful life
A life that I've been longing to have

Sometimes
There are things that could not be mended
And for me
Those things are not worth my tears
They should just be left behind
While my soul flies away from this world

Sometimes
It just takes a loving heart
To grab me back to my senses
And to make me realize that life is life
I have to be strong and stand up straight
Because black clouds could never be banished away
By a weak heart

BACKK!

dunno wud to do. wud to write. so ill juz leave da newest poem of mine. any critics pls juz save inside ;)

THE SEASONS

the cool feeling of cold winter air
send a chill to each single strand of hair
every walk, every step, every journey
feels like an adventure to fairyland really

when it is time for the spring to visit
it brings along the beautiful trays of treat
the colour starts to change its shade
and life starts to prepare buds and trades

as the steps continue to rhyme
the breeze of hot comforting summer come chasing time
the world starts to regain its beauty
trees and flowers are the image of confetti

autumn starts to wake up from its resting
making sounds of every leaf rusting
it is the moment of grieve and dying
and the butterflies have stop visiting

the familiar wind beating its way again
hitting the clouds for the snow and rains
when living things starts to fight for life
that's when you know that winter has sprung into life

my horoscope ;)

its juz a pic!

well. hello2! :)
i hv sumtin 2 share here. my conversation with nasu. hes an acquaintance dat i met 4rm yahoo messenger. hes a lunatic shud i say. dis was da guy who has fallen in love with me since da minute we started 2 chat. bt dis convo is soo funny n i think i need 2 share it with others. (he called me lily btw)

rory_anne93: ohh okay
rory_anne93: anyway
rory_anne93: i wanna see ur pic
Sattar Nasu: no.............
Sattar Nasu: u know i am not show online,only i like which one i write,some my friend are online so........i keep it hide
Sattar Nasu: they dont find me
rory_anne93: erm
rory_anne93: why dont u juz share ur pic here
Sattar Nasu: for why ? i am nasu i know my self,so and i am not searching girl to put my pic and beg
Sattar Nasu: and ask someone i love u ,do u love me?like this
rory_anne93: hahahahaha
rory_anne93: oh my
rory_anne93: ur too serious
Sattar Nasu: sure
rory_anne93: its okay then
Sattar Nasu: thenn..........
Sattar Nasu: lily..............
Sattar Nasu: bangladeshi national flower is lily
rory_anne93: hahahaha


p/s: told ya hes a lunatic

the balls of life

green balls, red balls, yellow balls, orange balls, purple balls n blue balls. all round n shiny under da neon lights. they'll keep on shinin until da night fades into light. n when da light dissolves into darkness, the balls will then come into sight. watch them as long as u want, n ur life will turn up right. cuz you'll feel da calmness n tranquility under da colorful sight...

note 4rm author: enjoy ur life to da max n love the people in ur life cuz life is short n u'll never know when u'll fly 2 da next eternity world. may u hv all da shines in da world! :)

Stardust

when you hold my hand
on the crystallized sand
i feel you close with my heart
like a painter with his art

when i look into your eyes
under the dark starlit sky
i feel the magic unraveling
like beads falling from a string

when you hold me in your arms
and gives me all the warmth
i feel safe and whole
like a small bird in a tree hole

when we sing our love song
with the waves beating so strong
i feel at ease for the night
like everything will turn out right

when you whisper love words to my ear
while seeing the tides getting near
i feel blessed by love
like a broth sprinkled with clove

when your hands touch my cheeks
with a stroke so tender and meek
i feel sparkled with felicity
like a butterfly on a daisy

when i lay my head on your shoulder
with both eyes close together
i feel alive with pleasure
like i know that i'll be loved forever

* this poem is dedicated to the one and only mohamed fazil bin noorul ameen. i created this piece of an art specially for you and i hope you like it. happy 3rd week anniversary and please know that i love you :) *

Just 4 sharing

This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway in the sky

This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that love has left them dry
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
You'll never know until you try

must-have book of the week

This is da book dat has captured my attention n interest since last month when i was browsing some novel websites. Although da cover is not really my type of book cover, but da synopsis has blew me away. It would be such a waste if i don't have this book 4 my collection. You must be anxious bout da book now aren't cha? Wanna proof why this book is good? Read da synopsis...


In this Jane Austen-inspired comedy, love story, and exploration of identity and destiny, a modern LA girl wakes up as an Englishwoman in Austen's time.

After nursing a broken engagement with Jane Austen novels and Absolut, Courtney Stone wakes up and finds herself not in her Los Angeles bedroom or even in her own body, but inside the bedchamber of a woman in Regency England. Who but an Austen addict like herself could concoct such a fantasy?

Not only is Courtney stuck in another woman's life, she is forced to pretend she actually is that woman; and despite knowing nothing about her, she manages to fool even the most astute observer.

But not even her love of Jane Austen has prepared Courtney for the chamber pots and filthy coaching inns of nineteenth-century England, let alone the realities of being a single woman who must fend off suffocating chaperons, condom-less seducers, and marriages of convenience.

Enter the enigmatic Mr. Edgeworth, who fills Courtney's borrowed brain with confusing memories that are clearly not her own.

Try as she might to control her mind and find a way home, Courtney cannot deny that she is becoming this other woman - and being this other woman is not without its advantages: Especially in a looking-glass Austen world. Especially with a suitor who may not turn out to be a familiar species of philanderer after all.


Now i believe ur just as interested in having this book as i am. so watcha waitin 4? go attack ur nearest bookstore or library n indulge urself in its storyline now. cheerio (:

beng-ong

bada bing bada bang. im so tired like dangg. with exams n tuition gettin on me like fang. hope i cn kill someone with a 'bang!'


p/s: wud a great short poem. haha (:

Rainbow of Memories

Out the window I look,

Following a large batch of rooks,

The sun almost drown,

Behind the sky’s orange lines that's turning brown.

Thoughts of past fill me in,

Swirling through my mind in gracious mean,

I hold back my tears,

So the memories won’t come near.

I don’t need to be reminded,

Of the pains and miseries I’ve landed,

Shear me if you like,

But don’t push me into something I dislike.

I forced my mind for a detour –

A detour full of happy times and not of lure,

Where my mind and heart rest at best,

And alive in the delectable moment of zest.

The scent of fresh bloomed roses,

Sent the butterflies looking for sweet honey doses,

On the bed of those devil reds I laid,

Savoring the time before it’s too late.

The world has stopped spinning,

And the time has stopped ticking,

Will I ever have days like this again?

Or my life will decide to forever sit in rain?

But that’s matter not,

Because happiness will never rot,

So I kept on smiling,

For the sunshine will keep me from falling.

Back into the real I fear,

Carrying a big smile never the mere,

My heart is now free,

And the sadness is now leaving me.

I seat with peace,

Knowing the memories will keep me at ease,

When life is falling apart,

It will grip me back from the bottom of my heart.

When the owls hooting at nights,

It will send me a hideous fright,

So that’s when it comes to rescue me,

My wonderful rainbow of memories.