Fantasies and such

With words I find that you give,
is scarce but enough to let me live.
Each day grew, each moment passed,
But the truth and laughter I shared with you will last.

That time - every time, seemed real,
It didn't seemed fake or surreal,
or was I just imagining things,
that would have led me to think,
that it was mutual, even.

I find that hard to believe,
just that thought.
It would have crossed my mind,
if only it were a lame fantasy,
a lame wish.
and a distant one.
That would never ever happen,
the reality of that was never tangible.
It wasn't even there in the first place.
Yet, that lame fantasy...
that lame wish, lame hope, lame feelings
will not be.

I'll wager, it's not even a possibility
And yet....
Yet, I'm still wishing this impossiblities
Hoping that one day that impossible wish
that impossible fantasy
would somehow found a way
to make things possible.

In a tranquil state

Peacefully.
I can feel the air,
the atmosphere...it's calm and mild.
The soft winds blows,
gently caressing, very delicately.

Synchronized heart and thoughts.
This feeling of serenity,
fills me like a wild and gentle current.
Seeping in through my veins.

A bit cold for today,
No rain nor sunshine.
Yet, the air feels light
It gives me peace and calm.

When will this inner peace last?
I wonder...?
Nevertheless, tranquility is a bliss,
I'm at peace.

A Poetic Parody...'Thy pure hate, you shall be given'

How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways...
a parody of Elizabeth Barret Browning's Poem
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...

How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.
I loathe thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of loathed Being and ideal loathing Grace.
I loathe thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by scorching sun and burning candle-light.
I loathe thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I loathe thee purely, as they turn from Epic Bashing and Hate.
I loathe thee with a burning and fiery passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I loathe thee with a loathe I never seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I loathe thee with the breath,
Smirks, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but loathe thee better after death.

A Stolen poem from a Romantic Movie

10 things I hate about you
I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around,
and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
not even close,
not even a little bit,
not even at all.
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A poem I got from the movie '10 Things I hate about you'
I just watched that movie, it was good.

The Flame and the Light!

The half moon is lighting up the night.

The stars are shining, glowing in the night sky.

Staring up at it from a million miles.

Sending my secret wishes through these breezes.

It is a cold night,

but I am warm inside.

My hear lit a flame-

that ignited this passion.

Over there! Can you see?

I pointed at the stars in the sky.

It's a vast space, while you are somewhere out there...

Wishing that you were here with me.

A piece of my hear is with you,

Unknowingly I gave it to you.

And you took care of it, nurtured it;

beyond your knowledge.

The night sky is dark,

but with the moon and the stars...

It is never truly dark.

And it's the same with you,

out there somewhere, under the same sky.

In a different land and in a different time.

It maybe get dark,

but the piece of my heart that is with you

would continue to light up and ignite.

I'll be your flame, you'll be my light.

I guess, the title should be if only...

I have been too blind to see,

the depth of the pit,

the place where i fell;

so that's how it is after all.

I never realized it,

not until it's too late.

I failed, I failed.

Repeatedly telling myself that.

In this pit, there is a light.

I can't grasp it,

Neither can I hold it.

I have no right...

Staring at it from afar,

Is there hope for me,

the one buried in this pit of doom.

Can I break free?

Well, I'll sit here,

weeping for more days to come,

laughing, occassionaly,

smiling, while I'll say-

So why hope...

Why wish,

Why dream...

If only that isn't a futile thing to do.

If only the world isn't surrounded by water.

If only the clouds were not so high.

If only I could have a dinner in the moon.

If only the sun sets and rises in the same place.

If only...

but yeah I get it,

a feeble dream,

a human thing to do so...

Inspired by this... 'A trifle, a little, the likeness of a dream...and death comes as the end'