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Wednesday, March 05, 2003

it's certainly one of those days again. i got a letter that thanked me for participating in the s21 playwriting competition and apologised for my failure of not being selected. very nice. i know my self worth is not in who i am. i know there's more to life than just this. i know its abt time to put on a bold front in the midst of adversities yada yada. but i'm still sore and spoilt so sue me.

so i wrote two poems out of.. i don't know wat.. the "superficial" pain tt was in my heart? oh so melodramatic. :) sue me again.

when will i find you.
tell me the date,
time, decimals
and balances.
That i may keep my
score of you
and find,
the one thing you
will need from me.
Someday i shall
find that place
that secret frame in time,
your eternity encapsulating
my present and
my entire joy.
But won't you speak?
When the emptiness
of my heart
only speaks of you;
Only murmurs your name
to soothe, comfort,
and restrain its hurts.
My heart is easily afraid
of an unforeseeable
time when you
should find your way
out of its fervent thoughts.
So say what
you will
and do what
you've come
to do,
for i can
hardly
bear the
silence of
your presence
in my life.

posted by happyhannon at 10:15 PM