simple.blue
{Saturday, July 12, 2003 . }

sleep my dear, sleep. but sleep truely

sleep my dear, sleep
under the stars and the moon above
peaceful in the rose garden
scattered grass among the ground
sleep my dear, sleep
unto the patches that lay softly
may rocks not collide with your soul
while the sky turns deeper
and you dream the impossible
during your time of love and hate
staring at bright colors
of butterfly's spreading their wings
above your pale blue eyes
sleep my dear, sleep
where nothing shall haunt you
and everything goes toward your benefit
catch your blind spots
and keep them close to you
never forget what they are
fix them so your reality can be saved
love not if it will save you
sleep my dear, sleep
clear your mind, clear your soul
forget the bad memories
remember the good times
that you have had so often
share them with others
whether they be real or fake
but in your dreams none the less
sleep my dear, sleep
as you grow in fear of black
knowing that it may take over your being
shattered glass injected into your skin
bleeding with despair
gliding among the ruins of the past
souring over graveyards of mesh
the real world becoming fake
as your spirit becomes green with envy
sleep my dear, sleep
try not to let these things haunt you
think only of me
and the love that i give
that stays for you waiting at your door
please dont disappear on me
dont fall into the deep waters
your needed here with me
make my fairytale of true love
be with you

sleep my dear, sleep
with me at your side

...


sleep my dear, sleep

- Lynn

Joe blogged on 10:39 PM


Day 29

July 12, 2003

Realizations, many.

- Fire

Joe blogged on 10:38 PM


true

the way he looks at her
while knowing the inevitable future
where he no longer leads her
and her hope stops floating

the way he thinks about her
every moment that passes by
without her presence in his mind
ever leaving him

the way he touches her
when she suffers in the midst of horror
and her dreams take over her actions
she is immediately comforted by him

they way he is there for her
no matter what might have happened
how he stands by her side
every instant that he can

the way he talks to her
leaving her speechless, without words
because his own words
take her breath away

the way he takes care of her
kisses her soft lips
hugs her when she cant find herself
holds her in his arms where she is free

the way he loves her
whether or not he has a day
or a minuet to spend with her
it is always worth it

the way he loves her
is nothing but...


true.

- Lynn

Joe blogged on 1:15 AM


Day 28

July 11, 2003

Woke up quite early this morning. The city people were re-paving our street, and they were noisy. On top of that, the phone rang numerous times. First thing I did was play .hack//mutation. Because I had beaten it yesterday, there were some things left unfinished, rare items yet to be found, a few mini games, dungeons to visit, stuff like that. Spent the morning doing that. Once I finished that, I resumed my quest in Xenosaga. I have a tendency, with games, to get up to a certain point, like before entering the last "dungeon" (Ex. Final Fantasy VII - Crater, Ocarina of Time - Ganon's Castle) and I just stop playing. Then, weeks or months later, I pick it up again and just play it through. The .hack series is quite short, the individual volumes. They should have compressed it into two volumes instead of four. And I have had Xenosaga longer that I had the .hack series, and I haven't heard of Xenosaga Episode 2.

That's pretty much my whole day, morning spent playing .hack and spent the afternoon/evening playing Xenosaga.

A few days ago, I had read a few of my friends poems. And upon request, I was given permission to post them on my site. So Thank You Lynn for allowing your thoughts and words to grace my website.


Random Converation#2:

Fire: (Places foot on table)
Homeslice: (Attempts to bend toe and push off table) Eww!!! That's gross man! Why are your feet always sweaty.
Fire: (Laughing Hysterically)

-Fire

Oh and Water, thanks again for a lovely night ^__^.

Joe blogged on 1:13 AM

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