Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Life is a Highway by Tom Cochrane
Life's like a road that you travel on
When there's one day here and the next day gone
Somethimes you bend and sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind
There's a world outside ev'ry darkened door
Where blues won't haunt you anymore
Where brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore
We won't hesitate
Break down the garden's gate
There's not much time left today
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
Through all these cities and all these towns
It's in my blood and it's all around
I love you now like I loved you then
This is the road and these are the hands
From Mozambique to those Memphis nights
The khyber Pass to Vancouver's lights
Knock me down get back up again
You're in my blood
I'm not a lonely man
There's no load I can't hold
Road so rough this I know
I'll be there when the light comes in
Just tell 'em we're survivors
Gimme gimme gimme gimme yeah
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
There was a distance between you and I
A misunderstanding once
But now we look in the eye
There ain't no load that I can't hold
Road so rough this I know
I'll be there when the light comes in
Just tell 'em we're survivors
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
posted by vinz @ 4:46 AM
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Sunday, August 20, 2006
A LOOK
It's not that I've stopped writing rather; the recipient of my writing has changed. Where as in the past I've been writing for myself and, as of late I've been writing to someone who I thought would never enter my life.
It was a huge risk that I made, one in which I have done in the past; one in which led me to the lowest point in my life. I promised myself that I'd never commit the same mistake again and that's probably the reason why I turned off all feelings towards Her, when I met Her a couple of years ago.
Yet, you can't deny that Feeling for so long and as time passes that Feeling refines until the moment comes where you can't hold it back. The instance in which you just can't let your Mind take hold of the situation and the Heart takes over. A kiss happens and the rest becomes history.
I have learned to relish my time with her. Every time I close my eyes I see her face and the look in her eyes; the same look I've seen when someone is in love. I wonder if I have the same eyes when I look at her. Does she see how deeply in love I am with her?
posted by vinz @ 4:46 PM
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Saturday, August 12, 2006
OUR STORY
We actually met one August evening in a party, it was a painful first meeting since we bumped into one another, you cried out in pain and I flushed with embarrassment. I was smitten with your beauty and I was left dumbfounded as you walked away fuming. And because of that painful first meeting you still recall that incident.
We, remember our first brush of each other's paths.
We were officially introduced to one another one evening in December a couple of years later. We didn't remember each other's faces from that party from years ago. I was smitten with your beauty once again and I was attracted with your straight-forwardness, with your show of affection among family.
We met and talked thrice. It was more than enough to make an impression on me. I didn't make a move, it wasn't the time. I was leaving soon and I intended to make a name for myself to a degree before I explore any possibilities of a relationship, of courtship.
A year later I was conversing with your cousin and you popped into our topic. You came into my mind, I recalled your radiance that one evening in December, I thought about your voice and how smitten I was with you.
One of the first things I asked about when I got back was you. Who would have known that I'd fall in love with you weeks later? -That we'd fall in love with one another.
You were with me browsing photos in my pc and you saw someone from your past, -from our past. During the course of that you remembered bumping into someone in a party which I asked you about that I attended.
That's when we recalled our first meeting.
I've been open to you since the beginning and I have admitted in catering a love for someone that has never been reciprocated for six years. I admitted my feelings for her when I came back however; she and I never went out again. I didn't seek her company as much as I sought yours.
I find it ironic when we went out on our first romantic dinner that she was there. It was a sign and I still held your hand, I was still beside you, I didn't stand up. I was with you and I love you I seem to say when I introduced you to her.
I long to listen to you speak, I yearn for your presence, your affection, your scent...
Can you tell?
I'm madly in love with you.
posted by vinz @ 2:36 AM
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Sunday, August 06, 2006
I FELL
We kissed, I wasn't exactly sure how it happened, I've been thinking about kissing her and maybe, I even professed wanting to kiss her -regardless, as I met her lips with mine I felt everything I was holding back go. Thoughts of finally having her came into mind and I relished the sweetness of her lips, her tongue, against mine.
It was a different kiss, different from the previous women I've been with for the past three years and probably the reason for such feelings was because I've been holding back, I've been unconsciously catering my feelings for her since that December evening when we met.
Prior to the kiss she asked me not to use my mind rather let my heart decide, she could read me when I'm deep in thought, when I'm debating about something in my mind and, here I am now waiting for her to arrive. I've been avoiding meeting her one-on-one for the past month and tonight will be the first time where we'd be with each other without the guise of friendship, the first time in a long while in which I'd let my guard down however, that is without saying I won't be cautious.
We haven't talked about "us" yet and for now, I don't want to think about it, I just want to be with her and lavish her with affection. It's easy for her to state her feelings wherein I have held onto mine for so long. I'm not comfortable in stating my feelings anymore. I've grown used to subterfuge and uttering my feelings under different guises.
I'm sitting here pondering if I would act upon a little thing I've learned from a blog I read in the past. It's about purchasing a notebook that both parties would write in their thoughts...
I think about the moment when we held onto each other; the shower of affection she provides burns the wall I've built around me and before long, I fear it will crumble. I do not know what lies after the walls have dissipated.
I'm with her now having dinner at that place where we talked about, eating pasta as we listen to violin music. The songs played were "Beauty and Madness" and "You" by The Carpenters were all I could recall. I watched you as we talked, I listened to your thoughts as I took in how beautiful looked, and I felt your hand entwined with mine as the night waned.
Your eyes tell me that I have you in my life now and that smile tells me I should lean over and kiss you. Those three words keep coming up in my mind but I held back saying them, do I regret not saying it at that time? I don't think so, or at least, I shouldn't think so because I cannot say it every time I fall in love with you.
posted by vinz @ 7:39 PM
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