Friday, May 9, 2008

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by Gloria Gaither

We may run, walk, stumble, drive, or fly, but let us never loose sight of the reason for the journey, or miss a chance to see a rainbow on the way.

Balance

by Carl Jung

“There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.”

Maybe

by bOtOi

Maybe I shouldn’t have said the things I did
Maybe I should
Maybe you were hurt by those words
Maybe I have been hurt enough
Maybe, I thought, you should know…

Maybe it’s our ignorance
Maybe it’s disappointment
Maybe it’s frustration
Maybe it’s plain misunderstanding
And maybe, our conversations were silent

Maybe I haven’t shared enough with you
Maybe I needed time to trust you completely
Maybe I just needed your company sometimes
Maybe I just needed your silence at times…
And maybe, you just didn’t understand

Maybe our perception of friends is different
Maybe we belong to different groups of friends
Maybe I have expected too much
Maybe you couldn’t give just that much I asked for
Or maybe, our friendship isn’t significant enough

Maybe I am just tired of giving
Maybe you are just unaware of it
Maybe you have tried
Maybe I wasn’t aware of it too
Or maybe, we both need a break

Maybe our hectic world conquered us
Maybe we forgot to set our boundaries
Maybe we were too absorbed in this carousel
Maybe our length of acquaintance was not enough
Or maybe, our friendship blossomed too fast

Maybe you think you know me well
Maybe you don’t even know me
Maybe I assumed too much
Maybe I have my part to blame
And maybe, we both ought to learn and appreciate our beautiful friendship…

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d’ silly me

by night owl

a part of me says, we are just friend …
the other part of me says, we are actually more than friend … and you told me so!

a part of me says, you treated me like a toy, when you have the time, you play with me, when you have none, not even a sms to say hi …
the other part of me says, career is more important, you should focus more on that …

a part of me says, is ok, we may not have a future …
the other part of me says, i miss your presence …

a part of me says, i am glad that you have chosen to walk away because i just couldn’t do it …
the other part of me says, i wish you wouldn’t have done that…

a part of me says, you are such a selfish person …
the other part of me says, i shouldn’t blame you, i would have done it if i were in your shoes …

a part of me says, i wish you would have the courage to face it because of me …
the other part of me says, i was the one who asked you not to …

a part of me says, i deserve someone better than you …
the other part of me says, you too deserve the same …

a friend asked, “are you paid to defend him?”
willingly and stupidly i did without pay …

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Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Albert Camus on Friends

Don't walk in front of me because I may not follow.
Don't walk behind me because I may not lead.
Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Road to Station Happiness

by Charles Caleb Colton

Our minds are as different as our faces.
We are all traveling to one destination -- happiness,
but few are going by the same road.

Door of Happiness

by Helen Keller

When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.

HuMan supeRnoVa

by bOtOi

A sudden explosion of words
Unleashed the trapped anger
A sudden burst of joy
Awakens the dull voyager

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Love is...

by bOtOi

Love is kind
Love is blind
Love is inclined
To make you lose your mind

The More We Possess

by Brett Anderson

The more we possess
The more we are in debt
And the more we possess
The less we own of ourselves

People Are Strange

by The Doors

People are strange when you're a stranger,
Faces look ugly when you're alone.
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted,
Streets are uneven when you're down.

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain.
When you're strange
No one remembers your name.

Stationary

by bOtOi

The cars are drifting,
The engines are singing,
The tyres are spinning,
Humans are dead.