tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103428142011-04-22T02:31:21.267+08:00.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1119676704183625072005-06-25T13:06:00.000+08:002005-06-25T13:18:24.186+08:00Oh well, if you’re affected by my posts, then this must mean it is true…<br /><br />See what’s the worth of my useless fiction writings… haha<br /><br />http://fictionpress.com/~garette<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-111967670418362507?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1119591720751290872005-06-24T13:40:00.000+08:002005-06-24T13:42:00.756+08:00Nasirang Pangako<br /><br />Nasaan na ang pag-ibig na pinangako mo?<br />Bakit tila ang pag-ibig mo'y naglaho?<br />Na parang mundo ko'y biglang nagbago<br />Nang sinabi mo, "tigilan na natin 'to"<br /><br />Ako'y Lumuha, lumuha ng sobra-sobra<br />Labis akong nalungkot ng nawala ka<br />Ngayon, tuwing may kasama kang iba<br />Hindi ko mapigilan na mapaluha...<br /><br />Sobra akong nasaktan sa'yong ginawa<br />Pagmamahal ko ay iyong binalewala<br />Na para bang pinagsawaan mo na<br />Ang pag-iibigan nating dalawa<br /><br />Bakit ba ako ay iyong iniwan?<br />Alam mo bang labis akong nasaktan?<br />Bakit mo nagawa sa akin ito?<br />Kinalimot ang iyong pangako...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-111959172075129087?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1119573697598227162005-06-24T08:39:00.000+08:002005-06-24T08:41:37.603+08:00<strong>Mahal ko siya</strong><br /><br /><em>Kaysarap ng ating pagtitinginan<br />Na parang matagal nang nagmamahalan<br />Sa tuwing kikislap ang iyong mata<br />Hindi ko mapigilang maging masaya<br /><br />Hindi ko maisip kung bakit ganito <br />Nahihirapan akong sabihin sa iyo<br />Mga katagang "ikaw ay mahal ko"<br />Pagkat baka ako ay iwasan mo<br /><br />Paano ba masasabi sa ito sa iyo<br />Itong nilalaman ng aking puso<br />Ayoko rin na ikaw ay lumayo<br />Sadyang kayhirap sabihin nito<br /><br />Mahal ko siya, paano na yaon?<br />Ang itinanong sa aking sarili<br />Ngunit kailangan na sabihin ngayon<br />Baka ako ay magsisi rin sa huli<br /><br />Ngunit tuwing nakikita siya<br />Lagi nalang nauunahan ng kaba<br />Paano niya malalamang mahal ko siya<br />Kung iniiwas ko ang sarili sa kanya<br /><br />Mahal ko siya, sasabihin ko na<br />Baka ako'y maunahan pa ng iba<br />Malay mo, may pagtingin din siya<br />Ngunit tulad ko, nauunahan ng hiya</em><br /><br />Notes: this goes to my Bez, Michael, astig ka 'tol! Kaya mo yan! Aja!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-111957369759822716?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1116812398722383392005-05-23T09:39:00.000+08:002005-05-23T09:39:58.726+08:00Got this one from email, thought I should share this:<br /><br />Why students always fail in exams...<br /><br />It's not the fault of the student if he fails, because the year has ONLY 365' days.<br /> <br />Typical academic year for a student.<br /> <br />1. Sundays-52,Sundays in a year, you know Sundays are for rest. Days left 313.<br /> <br />2. Summer holidays-50 where weather is very hot and difficult to study. Days left 263.<br /> <br />3. 8 hours daily sleep-means 130 days. Days left 141.<br /> <br />4. 1 hour for daily playing-(good for health) means 15 days. Days left 126.<br /> <br />5. 2 hours daily for food & other delicacies (chew properly & eat)-means 30days. Days left 96.<br /> <br />6. 1 hour for talking (man is a social animal)-means 15 days. Days left 81.<br /> <br />7. Exam days per year at least 35 days. Days left 46.<br /> <br />8. Quarterly, Half yearly and festival (holidays)-40 days. Balance 6 days.<br /> <br />9. For sickness at least 3 days. Remaining days 3.<br /> <br />10. Movies and functions at least 2 days. 1 day left.<br /> <br />11. That 1 day is your birthday. "How can you study at that day?" Balance days 0<br /> <br /> How can a student pass ?????<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-111681239872238339?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1116642998956209882005-05-21T10:35:00.000+08:002005-05-21T10:36:38.956+08:00<strong>Your Love</strong><br />I am a girl filled with different things<br />stuff that I normally hide from others<br />but why can't I hide this single feeling?<br />which I think might just get worse...<br /><br />I try to deny these love that I feel<br />But I just can't whenever you're near<br />This problem that's so hard to deal<br />is now filling me up with fear...<br /><br />How can you notice someone like me?<br />How can I tell that it's destiny?<br />Why are you blind enough to see<br />That you're love completes me...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-111664299895620988?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1116642724713742632005-05-21T10:30:00.000+08:002005-05-21T10:32:04.716+08:00Haunted by the dream she had for years, her life had never been the same... She wished that someday she'll see that person <br /><br />again...<br /><br />Hello...<br /><br />Hello... <br /><br />Hello... are you still there?<br /><br />She opened her eyes, she was suddenly brought back to reality by the voice of her friend.<br /><br />"Garette, What are you thinking? What's gotten into you? It seems like you're not listening to me" Her friend said, her eyes <br /><br />drifting far away from her and into the hallways of their school, she walks hazily as if walking in the moonlight, she bumped <br /><br />into someone... her belongings just felt out of her hands.<br /><br />"Sorry" was all that she heard... The guy was in a hurry... she turned back but he was already gone<br /><br />That man, I know him...<br /><br />The man in my dream...<br /><br />The man I've waited for so long...<br /><br />She rushed along the corridors, ignoring her friends and even her belongings. When she arrived at the exit, she saw the guy <br /><br />from her dream... she ran towards him...<br /><br />"It's you..." She smiled at the confused looking guy and without warning, gave him a kiss...<br /><br />"Are you alright?!" Asked the guy, he touched her face as tears welled up her eyes.<br /><br />"I know we're friends, but, but I just can't deny that I'm falling for you" She confessed, she gave him a hug. The guy was <br /><br />still in shock but he appreciated the thoughtfulness of her friend... he hugged her back, he then took something from his <br /><br />pocket, a necklace with a heart pendant.<br /><br />"I've seen you in my dream too..." he gave her a kiss "I've seen you wearing this" he then put the necklace to her... "I <br /><br />guess dreams do come true, don't they?"<br /><br /><br />*hums a happy melody*<br /><br /><em>Wala lang akong magawa... wala lang, fictional lang po yan...</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-111664272471374263?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1116641168910548732005-05-21T10:03:00.000+08:002005-05-21T10:06:08.916+08:00<b>"I don't want this over"</b><br />How can you let go of that someone?<br />When you still love him so dearly?<br />How can you fathom him gone<br />When he is always the one you see...<br /><br />You looked back and found him there<br />you bowed down, you don't wanna stare<br />you then cried saying it's unfair<br />then you run away, you just can't bear<br /><br />He followed you, grabbed your arm<br />He hugged you tight and never let go<br />You felt safe, out of any harm<br />but then you struggled, like a foe<br /><br />He looked you in the eyes and smiled<br />as if nothing between you happened<br />You felt his touch, gentle and mild<br />he then pulls out a hanky to lend<br /><br />he then said "I don't want this over"<br />you then wish it would last forever<br />you wished that he would leave you never<br />and live the rest of your lives together<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-111664116891054873?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1106573168155579402005-01-24T21:24:00.000+08:002005-01-24T21:26:08.156+08:00<strong>Why Cedric should be the REAL Hogwarts Champion</strong> <br /> <br />We Hufflepuffs are not cursing Harry Potter for this but we stand by that Cedric Diggory should be the real Hogwarts Champion for these following reasons: <br /> <br /><strong>He is a Seventh Year Student</strong> <br /> <br />He is a 17 year old, thus he is accepted in the given ageline of the Goblet. <br /> <br /><strong>He entered his name by himself <br /></strong> <br />Unlike Harry who was entered in the Goblet of Fire by Bagman. <br /> <br /><strong>He finished the last task first <br /></strong> <br />And if Harry wasn't there, there wouldn't be a Voldemort, so if he didn't enter the Triwizard Tournament, Cedric could have lived and work for the ministry or something. <br /> <br />And, he's the real Champion, Hogwarts supported. <br /> <br /> <br />cross posted to http://hufflepuff.pinoyharrypotter.org <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-110657316815557940?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1106572991350212442005-01-24T21:21:00.000+08:002005-01-24T21:24:26.613+08:00As a proud badger, I promise to be loyal <br />By the name of Helga Hufflepuff, <br />I will try to be hardworking <br />I'll try to help bring home the house cup <br /> <br />Badgers should be unafraid of toil <br />We are badgers, this is our vow <br />This is our pledge to Hogwarts <br />'coz we're the Huffs, come hear us now <br /> <br />I will remember Cedric Diggory <br />And all the things he has done <br />I'll try to be just and patient <br />I promise to be the best student <br /> <br />cross posted to http://hufflepuff.pinoyharrypotter.org<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-110657299135021244?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1106568283542756242005-01-24T20:01:00.000+08:002005-01-24T20:04:43.543+08:00A Lover at court <br /> <br />The angels may wonder why <br />why I'm used to getting hurt for love <br />they may argue, they may sigh <br />as they sing songs from above <br /> <br />the devils may smirk and laugh <br />on my pains and sorrows <br />hurts more than a cut in half <br />or aimed by countless arrows <br /> <br />just then, God asked me <br />"How much do you love him?" <br />I stopped and thought of it <br />"I love him more than it may seem" <br /> <br />I've heard the angels whispering <br />like the juries in court <br />as God kept on asking <br />"You love him, even if you're always hurt?" <br /> <br />I nodded a weak yes <br />thinking it might be best <br />not to explain and try to rest <br />but His questions seems endless <br /> <br />"Would you die for him?" He wondered <br />"Yes" I answered as I stepped forward <br />I am unsure if he ever heard <br />My breath now was shallow and hard <br /> <br />I once again stepped forward <br />and then tried asking <br />"Am I in trial my God?" <br />He was then startled, beaming <br /> <br />"My child, I ask you all these" <br />he continued "because I care..." <br />"...if he loves you, you'll be his..." <br />"...but will he still be there?" <br /> <br />I am shocked at the statement <br />the one I love will be taken away <br />But no matter how I beg and lament <br />I can't really make YOU stay <br /> <br />I cried but what could I do? <br />It's God's will, something I can't undo <br />I've loved you every single day <br />but why does He have to take you away? <br /> <br />Is this a trial I should overcome? <br />Is this a challenge on how strong my love is? <br />Because I'll love You, I'm so guilty <br />Rain keeps pouring as I left the jury <br /> <br />and then I wonder, do angels cry? <br />God whispered to me why... <br />"You love him my child, but I'm sorry..." <br />"...He'll be with me don't worry" <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-110656828354275624?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1106561994247041572005-01-24T18:18:00.000+08:002005-01-27T17:24:24.686+08:00Tell Me <br /> <br />Tell me where I should begin <br />and I'll tell you how to end <br />Tell me if this is a mortal sin <br />to love my own best friend <br /> <br />Tell me where to start <br />so I can tell all this crap <br />would you break my heart? <br />let me know when to stop <br /> <br />Tell me if I can restrain <br />this feeling I'm hiding <br />because there's too much pain <br />boy, you're my everything <br /> <br />Please tell me what you feel <br />I'll try to understand your side <br />do you love me for real? <br />or have you just lied? <br /> <br />Tell me to runaway from you <br />I won't argue, I won't complain <br />and this, I will gladly do <br />even if there's too much pain <br /> <br />Notes: These are the questions I wanna ask Ron but I don't want to... seems that it would be no use at all since he loves <a href="http://khaye-angel14.blogspot.com">Khaye</a>. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-110656199424704157?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1106485818863926262005-01-23T21:08:00.000+08:002005-01-27T17:20:23.036+08:00<i><u>Nang Nagmahal at Lumuha ka</u> <br /> <br />Nagmahal ka, di lang para sumaya <br />nagmahal ka, dahil sa kanya <br />nagmahal ka, dahil gusto mo ito madama <br />nagmahal ka, dahil alam mo ito ang tama <br /> <br />Napaisip ka, mahal ka pa ba niya <br />napaisip ka, ngayon puno ng kaba <br />napaisip ka, "Iwan kaya niya ako?" <br />napaisip ka, habang lumuluha ang 'yong puso <br /> <br />Nadama mo, minahal ka rin niya <br />nadama mo, ngayong linoloko ka na <br />nadama mo, mahirap pala siya pakawalan <br />nadama mo, ang pamamaalam na di inaasahan <br /> <br />Iniyakan mo, iyong inisip ang mga nakaraan <br />iniyakan mo, na para bang wala nang bukas <br />iniyakan mo, ang pagibig na akala'y walang hanggan <br />iniyakan mo, dahil alam mong iyon na ang wakas.</i> <br /><em></em> <br /><em></em> <br /><em>Note: I am actually feeling that stuff at the moment so that's so true for me right now.</em> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-110648581886392626?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1106482921585964782005-01-23T20:19:00.000+08:002005-01-23T20:22:01.586+08:00testing... <br /> <br />I'll erase my Tabulas account, this will now be my Poetry site...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-110648292158596478?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1106562289988753242004-12-21T18:21:00.000+08:002005-01-27T17:12:18.733+08:00This is the first ever artwork I've made out of Photoshop. I don't know how to use the texture, blending, shading, lighting, etc. of pics so I've decided to play with the brushes... <br /> <br /><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v66/Hua_Ze_Mei/Desktop/rette.jpg"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v66/Hua_Ze_Mei/Desktop/th_rette.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br />It's my current desktop background... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-110656228998875324?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1106572112092636792004-09-20T21:06:00.000+08:002005-01-27T17:07:36.916+08:00<i>Hindi ko naman gusto ibigin ka <br />ngunit bakit ngayon buhay na kita? <br />pinilit ko din na pag-ibig ay mawala <br />subalit lalo lang akong pinaluluha <br /> <br />umiwas ako't kinalimutan ka <br />lumayo't nawala ng parang bula <br />ngunit naisip na di pala kaya <br />kalimutan ang napamahal na <br /> <br />ngayon wala akong magawa <br />lagi na lang daw ako tulala <br />bakit ka kasi dumating? <br />at pag-ibig ko'y ginising <br /> <br />ngunit ngayong wala ka na <br />bakit hindi ko na ata kaya? <br />mahirap magkunwaring wala na <br />dahil pagmamahal ko'y andito pa <br /> <br />ngayon sa tulang ito <br />ay pinahihiwatig ko <br />di man ako ang laman ng 'yong puso <br />sana'y isipin mo na nasasaktan ako. </i> <br /><em></em> <br />Notes: actually this one is untitled, I mean, I still am having doubts wether to change the title or not. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-110657211209263679?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1106572862026412872004-09-07T21:15:00.000+08:002005-01-24T21:21:02.026+08:00I'm a Proud Hufflepuff <br /> <br />I'm a Proud Hufflepuff <br />No matter what they say <br />I'm good at every stuff <br />In every Huffle way <br /> <br />There's our very friendly professors <br />and also our two lovely prefects <br />That every student respects <br />In return we badgers treat them best! <br /> <br />In Hufflepuff, you couldn't be bore! <br />We may be few but we can soar <br />we can fly high like the other houses <br />We're the best from east to west <br /> <br />Prefect Lily, our webmaster <br />Prefect Chona welcomes us all <br />Prof. Joanna, or astronomy teacher <br />And Prof. Czarry our HoH standing tall <br /> <br />I'm A proud Hufflepuff <br />Whatever I do or say <br />I'm a proud Badger <br />For I am Garette Potter! <br /> <br />cross posted to http://hufflepuff.pinoyharrypotter.org<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-110657286202641287?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1106572458019477542004-05-26T21:13:00.000+08:002005-01-25T21:09:24.583+08:00Kaibigan <br /><em>Bakit ang puso’y nabibigo? <br />Ito ba’y dahil sa tao? <br />Kung tunay na nagmamahal tayo <br />Bakit nasasaktan ating puso? <br /> <br />Bakit may taong masaya <br />Sa pag – ibig ng isa’t isa <br />Pano kung kasintaha’y mawala <br />Saan pa tayo pupunta? <br /> <br />At ngayo’y puso’y sugatan <br />May makapagpapasaya pa ba ditto? <br />Meron, ito’y isang kaibigan <br />Ang tunay na nagmamahal sayo <br /> <br />Kaibigan, tunay kang karamay <br />Sana magkasama tao habangbuhay <br />Ayoko na sa iyo’y mawalay <br />Dahil ito’y aking ikamamatay </em> <br /><p>Author's Note: A Very very cheesy poem!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-110657245801947754?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1106571965890013392004-03-10T21:05:00.000+08:002005-01-27T17:03:15.290+08:00How much you meant <br /> <br />I’m dying to see you <br />I’m hungry for your love <br />I wish you would love me <br />Coz that’s what I want it to be <br /> <br />But you only want to be friends <br />Why? We’ve known each other since then <br />I can’t forget you 24/7 <br />Why can't you be my boyfriend? <br /> <br />You try to tell me to go away <br />But every time you did, still I stay <br />I will love you til the end of my days <br />I will love you til my hair turns gray <br /> <br />Then you met someone <br />You think could replace me <br />Is she better than anyone? <br />Is that what you want me to see? <br /> <br />Now that you’re alone <br />Crying, trying to stay with me again <br />As you said sorry on the phone <br />But I said, we’re good as friends <br /> <br />So you were desperate <br />Your heart was pure of hate <br />Running towards you as fast as I can <br />But you’ve committed suicide, it’s already late <br /> <br />Now I realize <br />How much you meant <br />How I love you still <br />Wishing this isn’t real <br /> <br />Notes: This poem is really created by my mere imagination, I dreamt about it and poof, it's a poem! <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-110657196589001339?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1106571799470078602004-03-08T21:01:00.000+08:002005-01-27T16:54:50.550+08:00Best thing I have <br /> <br />I remember the first time we’ve met <br />It sent chills to my spine <br />That very day I’ll never forget <br />The day you said, “Will you be mine?” <br /> <br />I felt happiness I felt love and joy <br />I felt your lips against mine <br />Suddenly I thought, <br />“Am I crossin’ my own line?” <br /> <br />As you said, “It’s ok, it’s alright” <br />I stopped. Coz I didn’t wanna argue, I don’t wanna fight <br />Then all the girls are jealous of me <br />Coz you love me and they can’t disagree <br /> <br />I felt your shoulder there for me to cry on <br />It’s the best times coz someone listens to me <br />The one who’ll be talking to me on the phone <br />Are the best things in life really meant to be free? <br /> <br />As I asked myself that same question <br />Are you given to me to be loved? <br />Or am I confused by my own imagination? <br />Are you really the best thing I have? <br /> <br />Notes: I really love this poem, it touched me by heart! <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-110657179947007860?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1106572225827651552004-01-21T21:09:00.000+08:002005-01-27T16:49:43.496+08:00I’ll do anything <br /> <br />I will do to make you happy <br />I’ll swim into the deepest part of the sea <br />Or I’ll climb the highest mountain for you <br />I’ll do anything, just say you love me too <br /> <br />I’ll be anything you want me to be <br />Just promise that you’ll be with me <br />I’ll travel across the desert and snow <br />I’ll never forget you wherever I go <br /> <br />How could I resist your lovely face <br />That eyes, smile, charm and grace? <br />I’ll love you in my very special ways <br />I’ll love you ‘til the end of my days <br /> <br />Notes: it's the poem I made for my first ever R/H fic... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-110657222582765155?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342814.post-1106572309051224642003-07-23T21:10:00.000+08:002005-01-27T16:47:23.930+08:00Thoughts of you <br />I thought you’ll never care <br />Though I still believe <br />That you’ll be there <br />For me and never leave <br /> <br />I thought your feelings would be real <br />That we could be more than just friends <br />But what are you making me feel? <br />That this relationship would soon end? <br /> <br />Then I thought that you’ll come back <br />To stay with me again forever <br />That it’s only me in your mind <br />And leaving me again never <br /> <br />I thought I could ease everything <br />That a simple cry would heal my heart <br />But only the love that you bring <br />Will torn this misery apart <br /> <br />Then I thought never to love once more <br />To everyone that never appreciates me <br />So now, I will close the door <br />For people I know that were not meant for me <br /> <br /> <br />***unfinished*** <br /> <br />Garette's notes: hate this poem, I use to love it but since it's unfinished, I don't know what else to add unto it. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10342814-110657230905122464?l=psychotic-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.::[Garette]::.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058148051102041744noreply@blogger.com0