s.I.c.k ~

Today when woke up feel so suffer n my sore throat dame pain...feel lyk dunt wan talk much!!!ishhh~~summore go gurney eat mcd n that,omg..sure gg soon d~after tat meet up louis them at coffee island,whn wif them go hv sum drink sure buwie ronan..funny man,ronan just sit at thr dunt wan listen they say wad os0~hahahas[= after that my heard fel so moodly,dunt noe y.. =/

anyway hope i recover soon....

A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night.They loved each other a lot..

Girl:" Slow down a little.. I'm scared.."

Boy: "No, it's so fun.."

Girl: "Please... it's so scary.."

Boy: "Then say that you love me.."

Girl: "Fine..I love you..Can you slow down now?"

Boy: "Give me a big hug.."The girl gave him a big hug.

Girl: "Now can you slow down?"

Boy: "Can you take off my helmet and put it on? It's uncomfortable and?It's bothering me while I drive."

The next day, there was a story in the newspaper. a motorcycle had crashed into a building because its brakes were broken. There were two people on the motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had survived... The guy knew that the brakes were broken. He didn't want to let the girl know, because he knew that the girl would have gotten scared. Instead, he was told the last time that she loved him, got a hug from her,put his helmet on her so that she can live, and die himself... Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.

How do I say I love you?

How do I tell you I care?

How do I tell you I’ve missed you, and let you know I’m here?

If you were a tear-drop;

In my eye,For fear of losing you,

I would never cryAnd if the golden sun,

Should cease to shine itsJust one smile from you,

would make my whole world bright light.

At the time of.........

When I come near the red peony flower

I tremble as water does near thunder,as the well does when the plates of earth move,or the tree when fifty birds leave at once.

The peony says that we have been given a gift,and it is not the gift of this world.

Behind the leaves of the peonythere is a world still darker, that feed many.

In rain Mac...

In rainy Mac, when leaves grow down to the dark,I put my forehead down to the damp, seaweed-smelling sand.

The time has come. I have put off choosing for years,perhaps whole lives.

The fern has no choice but to live;for this crime it receives earth, water, and night.We close the door.

"I have no claim on you."Dusk comes. "

The love I have had with you is enough.

"We know we could live apart from one another.

The sheldrake floats apart from the flock.

The oaktree puts out leaves alone on the lonely hillside.

Men and women before us have accomplished this.

i would see you, and you me, once a year.

We would be two kernels, and not be planted.

We stay in the room, door closed, lights out.I weep with you without shame and without honor.

A man and woman sit near eatch ather.......

A man and a woman sit near each other, and they do not longat this moment to be older, or younger, nor bornin any other nation, or time, or place.

They are content to be where they are, talking or not-talking.Their breaths together feed someone whom we do not know.

The man sees the way his fingers move;he sees her hands close around a book she hands to him.

They obey a third body that they share in common.

They have made a promise to love the body.Age may come, parting may come, death will come.A man and a woman sit near each other;as they breathe they feed someone we do not know,someone we know of, whom we have never seen.

Winter...

The quivering wings of the winter antwait for lean winter to end.

I love you in slow,

dim-witted ways,

hardly speaking,

one or two words only.

What caused us each to live hidden?

A wound

the wind,

a word,

a parent.

Sometimes we wait in a helpless way,

awkwardly,

not whole and not healed.

When we hid the wound,

we fell backfrom a human to a shelled life.

we feel the ant’s hard chest,

the carapace, the silent tongue.

This must be the way of the ant,

the winter ant,

the way of thosewho are wounded and want to live:

to breathe,

to sense another,

and to wait.