Eternal Christmas Wishes

“For under the tree,
there’s one gift I hope to see:
You, unwrapped by me.”

—	Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

Source: tylerknott.com

I Was Young: Part Three

Another Vow

Clear as crystal

I see my goals flash forward- before me

My achievements to acquire

Are many hoped and set close together

My mind’s eye can’t yet hold a candle to it

But I’ll do my best. At hardest try

No matter how tough, I’ll never cry

I’ll not stop until the time is right

And I’ve fought with all my might

So if I look back and say

Not everything went my way

At  least I can add

That I haven’t done so bad!

This in my goals is so very crucial

And between my mind and heart the feeling is mutual

A promise from myself I know

That I’ll hold true

For all that I have dreamed

It’s the least that I can do. 

Written by KaBabyblu (27/07/03)

I Was Young: Part Two

Untitled 

Sorry is hard word to choke out

Unobligingly, it trickles through his lips

And as I watch it come, out with the slightest of doubts

I can’t believe it had to end like this

Best of friends

Thought it’d never end

But the finish was near, just around the next bend

Is it always true that a girl and boy can’t be close with no strings attached?

As far as friendship goes we were perfectly matched

Laughing together- the atmosphere as light as a feather

You’d tell me your worries and sorrows

And we’d plan solutions for tomorrow

Teasing was meaningless- a life of no bondage no stress

I’d have hooked you up with a friend of mine

But you said that being is just fine

Little could u have known how far from the truth that was

So much for consolidated trust

Anyway we might try

I guess I set my hopes too high

Gone are the days of careless delight

I grimace with chagrin when the thought

Comes to me at night

Too close, as is for comfort

So much for a hopeless conversation

I’ll scream it to the nation

No need for contemplation

I do have reservations

Just keep your wayward station and I’ll keep mine

I’ll be doing fine- that’s my line

Time and again. Time after time.

Written by KaBabyblu (23/07/03)

Untitled 

Come on and tell me

It’s just a lil secret

If you come on and tell me

I swear that I’ll keep it...

Safe within my heart

My lips will never part

Sworn to secrecy

Those words I’ll keep with me

As long as I live…

I said I wouldn’t tell

But what’s a little secret?

I know I said I wouldn’t tell

But what would you do if I didn’t keep it?

I only told a teensy bit

Not the whole thing, so don’t have a fit!

Oh why did you come and tell me?

Next time I promise I’ll let you be.

As long as I live…

I’m just itching to know

Why’d you have to tell me?

That there’s a secret I’m just itching to know

Forget past as past tell me now and then we’ll see...

I just had to tell

Oops now you’re surely as mad as hell.

Never have I ever been beaten so bad.

Never again shall I let the cat out of the bag-

That’s the hardest thrashing I’ve ever had!

And it’s gonna be the last

For past is always past, but this time I’ll leave it at that

As long as I live…

Written by KaBabyblu (23/07/03)

[Song: Dirty Little Secret- All American Rejects]

I Was Young Series- Part One

I have decided to make an effort to be chronological for some time... What better place to begin than in the past. So now I bring to you pieces from my early teens. Enjoy them if you can...

“Untitled”

Can’t fall in love with me

Please tell me that you see

Why

Did I ever mislead you?

Flattery undue

No lasting love here

Don’t cry a single tear

Hear me!

See me- I'm not happy

Why?

I won’t ever love you

My heart do not pursue

Time and again I’ve told you, ‘dear’

I thought I made it very clear… 

Written by KaBabyblu (2003)

I Give Up...

...do you?

In the wakes of hurricanes, the aftermath as evidenced on deserted battlefields...

In the recesses of my mind, the results as evidenced on the face of the brokenhearted.

The house we built on that solid foundation has been wiped away like it was never created.

We stand here, facing the ruins and wonder, is it even worth trying again?

The pieces of our home still exist and the solid rock upon which we began, remains in tact

We stand here, facing the ruins and wonder, is it even worth trying again?

In the wake of hurricanes, the aftermath on deserted battlefields...

In the recesses of my mind, the results as evidenced on the face of the brokenhearted.

The wounds bled deep but the scars will eventually heal.

The tears shed as we fought and travailed to a victory that could only be called our own won't go uncounted

Having beaten down the opponents standing in our love's way, we stood on the ridge

and looked over all we'd been through, fought for, believed in

And where there should have been pride and peace, there was unrest and scorching doubts

about whether we had done the right thing... had we lost too much to gain what we wanted?

In the wake of hurricanes, the aftermath on deserted battlefields...

In the recesses of my mind, the results as evidenced on the face of the brokenhearted.

I sit alone in the dark. Alone where you left me.

The bright, hot African sun is shining today... but it's still dark.

How can my mind's I* possibly trudge through the bleak nothing that you left inside?

How can I possibly know up from down and back from front

when the light of my heart has been doused by the torrent of my own tears?

The doubts now pounce where they never dared leave a shadow

The voices shout their heralds where they never even had a court

Surely, there is something I can do to bring us back to... us. Bring you and I back to us

In the wake of hurricanes, the aftermath on deserted battlefields...

In the recesses of my mind, the results as evidenced on the face of the brokenhearted.

Shuttered and revealing nothing. Like the house, if we had prepared for the storm.

Growing greener and fresher everyday. Like the field would when the trampled sprouts spring back and the blood dries.

Silence reigns and my thoughts are still.

Put on a smile and give the rest of me to the world that needs me.

In the wake of hurricanes, the air is still and heavy. Weighing upon your chest like the guilt of regret.

The aftermath on deserted battlefields... blood, sweat and tears wasted on the dead, gone and forgotten lovers.

In the recesses of my mind, I search for the answers. Where we went wrong and how the hell I missed the signs.

The results as evidenced on the face of the brokenhearted are tears and trembling lips. When is it enough, when should we keep trying?

We made it through the storm, we managed through the fight... and then we fell.

The strength of my mind and all my love couldn't hold me up

I tried to hold on, grasping at straws as I drowned in my own misery.

Choking on tears so thick, I failed to speak- reserving my energy for the survival of the 'we' I always cherished

But I'm saying it now.

I give up.

Do you?

In the wake of hurricanes, families help each other put the pieces back together and the building begins again

In the aftermath on deserted battlefields, soldiers carry each other to the barracks to find strength in numbers and get ready for the next encounter

In the recesses of my mind, I still hear you say the words 'I love you' with a gentleness that stilled my soul...

The results as evidenced on the face of the brokenhearted, when their pleas are unanswered. In their words, devoid now of any happiness, apart from anything akin to hope.

I give up.