Tuesday, June 21, 2011
She will cry reticently,
But until the firmament hears her...
The paper she writes on will soak,
The ink will blot like Rorschach ...
She will see your image there...
an image that she thought had told her the truth...
She had failed to see the opposite side...the one that mirrored deception
and devoured her trust, ignored her kindness, and took
advantage of her emotions.
Her words will not wound you...
because, in the first place...
You never cared.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
So over the past couple of weeks, she and I have thought about going to see the cherry blossoms in the country's capital, but it never happened due to schedule conflicts. But here in Virginia Beach, we found this quaint Japanese garden at the Red Wing Park and saw a row of beautiful cherry blossoms amidst a 50 degree weather. They were absolutely gorgeous, so despite the threat of allergies, we stayed for a little bit and took pictures.
I am not a professional photographer, but I have the leanings to become one. I have a decent Cybershot DSC-H20 point and shoot which does all the photography tricks my imagination can create, and of course, my partnership with Picnik makes my pictures look uberly dramatic, if not, stunning.
Yesterday, we visited the Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden in Richmond, VA and took photos of their beautiful blooms.
Although we were expecting quite a few more flowers (the rose garden has no flowers yet), I was quite pleased just chillin' with Rhodora and driving for a couple of hours out to Richmond.
This weekend, I'm going to visit Jmom in Durham, NC and will request that we see the Sarah P. Duke Gardens. My Cybershot and I will be very busy, that's for sure :)
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Pain is what I brought upon myself because I had a choice.
You made me feel special because that's what you thought was appropriate.
When you had put your hand in mine, you called it touch...
When you knelt in front of me to remove my shoes, you called it duty.
When you cooked dinners and shared recipes, you thought that was friendship...
When you had let me sit beside you to watch a movie, you called that entertainment...
When we were alone and intimate, you called that a "need".
When you asked to be picked up, you said it was a returned favor...
Oh I was so happy to oblige...didn't think you can be vulnerable.
Too bad...you didn't see with your heart, Kerry W.
Until one of us goes blind and decides to depend on what the other sees, I surmise that I shall never see you again, my friend. My tears aren't enough to drown this truth in my consciousness. It's a quiet chaos that pinches my heart each time a memory flashes before me. I beg you...eleven months is not easy to erase. I move on with uncertainty, pushing this feeling aside, as if I can contain it.
We saw each other's world through different spectacles. We'll never see eye to eye.
The feeling is raw...it's real...it's about to succumb.
Let it not resurface.
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
If you could go on a road trip with any person, dead or alive, who would it be and where would you go?
It would be K, no doubt about it. Anywhere should be fun, but I would like to go to Lake Tahoe :)
Nowadays, a thousand dollars isn't really that much. But given the choice, I'd pick Pier 1 :)
I would like to be teleported 10 years from now. I think the place is immaterial...it all depends on what I will become...successful or not.