Sunday, November 25, 2012

How Old Is Old?


The question out of the trouble is, how old do you feel?
Some feel more old when they are stressed.

I am starting to answer questions from this day on.
And to hope this will be continues.

Well how old am I if I just didn't know.
I felt like I am over 60 already or maybe on my 50's.
I don't know why I have this things on my mind that
my age group doesn't really get and often times
I have this visions that is labelled for oldies.
I tend to be an observer, laid back person with deep
intentions and ideas.

So yeah I feel that I am that old if I don't know
how old am I. Well I will pass this question to you guys.
Give it a try.

Rua

Friday, November 23, 2012

The Sad Truth Of Icings


So hallo there stranger
We meet again
I know it annoys you
But I'm bragging a song

Stop sending me signals
We'll not go along
Because my heart is as cold
As a frosted stone

Times like this gets into me
I am lost and ready to be found
But Heaven is not searching over me
I should've crossed the other way too long

So here I am creeping up
Spending a drink and eating out
But why do I feel so sober
When everybody is happy and bursting with laughter

Dear don't mind me
Cause any other way we'll not get along
Cause my heart belong to someone else
Helping me will lead to sickness

Now it sucks
And I am stoned
And my freaking heart
Is not there anymore

And so we sat and have some chat
And the sun got my eyes all teary flat
I said all the other boys are a waste of time
Except one.

Now I ruined some of my lines
But he said hey maybe we could have some fun
And I am telling you honey I changed a lot
I passed out laughing but still I am shaking

Too many lonely souls
Too many kindred hearts waiting
Where am I?
Where is my mind

Am I passing a chance
Am I here to stand?
Do I need to move on
And realize my fantasy is world apart.

It breaks me,
a lot.
 
Rua
 

Distance Keeps Failing Me


I miss your pale eyes.
I miss your face.
I miss your voice,
that cradles my grace.

I miss the small talks
And also the long ones.
I miss your wavy hair,
And your sweet stares.

I miss your jacket,
I miss your shirt.
I miss the way you smile,
Out of nowhere.

I miss the days we get to talk
every single day.
I miss the days I thought 
I could see the toasted bread you bought.

I love the thought that you 
want to cook for me.
Of pasta and some cravings,
I wanted to see.

I love your humble roots,
I love how your hair flips.
I love the honesty,
And humor you got me.

Now dear,
I don't wanna be lonely.
But it gets me,
I miss you so much come back to me.

Rua

 



Such A Weak Heart


Well fuck.
Now this is all getting into me everytime I hear this poem.
It was so long ago when I get to hear this and it gets
me to tears I don't even know the heck why.

I am referring to this poem you can watch it here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ae7eOrabSj0

Oh gosh, I feel so sad watching it.
I feel like we have the same personality and affection.
Specially this line:

"I hate the way I don't hate you. 
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."

 Damn it, do I even arghh.
I don't know what the hell is happening to me
this past few days. I'm like a miner or something.
Can't decide which road to take. I don't know the hell
is happening to my life its like I am looking for something
but I can't find it.

Rua

Thursday, November 22, 2012

I Just Got Tagged

Hallo there creatures.

As much as I want to do an exciting and favorable intro
I can't handle to do so because I got messed up with my blogs.
Awww I got so many blogs and work to handle that it tires me to do so.

I started this blog for my poetry,verses and eerie posts I want to spread.
Anyway I just started using tagged.com and its pretty far from Facebook.
You can view my profile there:

Lol and also if you are so darn bored I opened a new channel:

Bless my soul for being a cracked gal now.
I really need something to work on before I go slouchy.
Aye, that's all you wanna know with me.
Don't forget to message me for some art stuff if you want
to share and exchange too. 

Rua