Nap Time Rocks!

candleburn [dishwalla]

Pretty soon, I hope. Here’s a song I like. Eto muna.
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on Vineland past the candle shrine that burns on every night
for someone
she lets herself go
like an angel in the snow
she lays down on her back
down on her back – she goes
take me over when I’m gone
take me over make me strong
take me over when I’m gone
will they burn for me
on Vineland past the candle shrine that melts into the street design
she waits – for someone
tonight she’ll give herself away
she’ll break apart all by herself
its so easy how we come undone
take me over when I’m gone
take me over make me strong
take me over when I’m gone
will they burn for me
she pulls me in – strips me down
she pulls me in – turns me out
she pulls me in – strips me down
take me over when I’m gone
take me over make me strong
take me over when I’m gone
will they burn for me
will they burn for me

untitled continued, #7: Desire

Nancy Drew never grew up. She and Peter Pan must be in the same assemblage as the Neverland boys and girls. So neither will I age; to hell with the years that mock my imagination. Love, then, will continue to be as it is. It will be as mysterious as I had thought it to be.

There are things in this crazy world that we will never truly understand. We are walking contradictions. And we are human, with such forgetfulness that shame even Ten Second Tom. I turned to the Gift that turned up beside me. It contentedly rested by my feet, waiting for me to rouse an inch of attention to pick it up.

I took it with me and rested under a shade nearby. Moving numbly, I ran my fingers across my face and wiped away the rain from my eyes. My consciousness slipped into one of its reveries again.

“Come with me Desire, and I will show you,” he beckoned. I looked up into his brown eyes and felt so — drawn. I sighed deeply. “You know, we will never get anywhere if you don’t move,” he teased.

“Your slightest look easily will unclose me
Though I have closed myself as fingers,
You open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously)her first rose.”

maroon five

Pero sandali lang. Alam kong miss na miss nyo na ako, pero anong magagawa ko, in demand ang lola nyo. Kidding.

I will post a longer one next time, magka-time lang ako na maupo ng mahaba-haba sa harap ng PC ko (na ngayon ay sira, badtrip).

Till we meet again.

“Para sa yo, crush kong bobo” (borrowing my best bud’s line during those horrendous times at the college lobby making pa-cute at her crush na sobrang dense. hihi. miss you kooks!
—

Can you see me
Floating above your head
As you lay in bed
Thinking about everything
That you did not do
Cause saying I love you
Has nothing to do with meaning it

And I don’t trust you
Cause every time you’re here
Your intentions are unclear
I spend every hour waiting for a phone call
That I know will never come
I used to think you were the one
Now I’m sick of thinking anything at all

You ain’t ever coming back to me
That’s not how things were supposed to be
You take my hand just to give it back
No other lover has ever done that

Do you remember
The way we used to melt
Do you remember how it felt
When I touched you
Oh cause I remember very well

And how long has it been
Since someone you let in
Has given what I gave to you

And at night when you sleep
Do you dream I would be there
Just for a minute or two do you?

You ain’t ever coming back to me
That’s not how things were supposed to be
You take my hand just to give it back
No other lover has ever done that

Heartache heartache I just have so much
A simple love with a complex touch
There is nothing you can say or do
I called to let you know I’m through with you