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Literature - Page 2

  • The Roots of Love ~ a poem

    The Roots of Love
    by moonlight butterfly


    Ever since I was that small
    You’ve always been the roots for me
    You taught me how to stand upright
    That’s why I’ve always held on you tight

    And while I grow up you become
    The guiding light that shows the way
    And when I get lost in the woods
    You would grab my arms and lead me through

    Before, I never even realized you were there
    I thought that everyone was born to have the likes of you
    The uncountable times of sacrifices
    The unconditional love I took for granted

    And now I know how important you are
    As I see the creases on your face
    A product of never-ending years of hard work
    And smile to hide the pain

    My only wish for you my parents
    That you be all in good health
    So you would never have to leave me
    Through my ups and downs you will see me

    I have always hoped for happiness
    For good things I could bestow upon you
    But I realized then there’s not a thing
    That could replace your magical deeds

    For the years to come I’ll then be your roots
    Not to help you stand upright but
    To hold on, for you had withstood the odds
    And I want you still to carry on.

  • Time to Let Go ~ a poem

    Time to Let Go
    by moonlight butterfly


    Time goes by
    and I search for the answers
    I can hardly find the reasons why…
    It had to be this way
    When after all those years of loving you
    and losing you…
    It is still that same you
    Still you, that remains inside my heart
    I don’t want to cry
    I hated the idea
    But moment by moment
    As thoughts of you linger in my mind
    Teardrops fall inevitably
    Inexplicably, unbearably
    I told myself many times not to love you
    Or ever wonder if you did feel that way too
    All this time you are almost mine
    And now…
    Where are you?
    Now that I need you
    Now that I long for your touch
    Your smile that brings the sun up after the rain
    How could I ever wake up into the reality?
    How could I possibly end up all this?
    Have I told you I saw you again?
    But it was someone else really
    Have I told you how glad I was during our talk recently?
    When in fact, alone, it is just I
    Hanging on the idea that you
    Somehow, someday…
    Would come back and bring back the broken pieces of me…
    I Miss You.

  • Masks



    Here's my ultimate favorite poem... The first time I read it, it brought lump in my throat and I ended up almost teary-eyed. I know it sounds too ~mushy but...I was deeply touched, that's why.

    Masks


    Don’t be fooled by the face I wear, for I wear a thousand masks and none of them are me.
    Don’t be fooled, for goodness sake, don’t be fooled.

    I give you the impression that I’m secured, that confidence is my name and coolness is my game, and that I need no one. But don’t believe me.

    Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in aloneness, in fear.
    That’s why I create a mask to hide behind, to shield me from the glance that knows,
    But such a glance is precisely my salvation.

    That is, if it’s followed by acceptance, if it’s followed by love. It’s the only thing that can liberate me from my own self-built prison walls.
    I’m afraid that deep down I’m nothing and that I’m just no good, and that you will reject me.

    And so begins the parade of masks, I idly chatter to you, I tell you everything that’s really nothing and nothing of what’s everything, of what’s crying within me.

    Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saying. I’d really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me.
    But you’ve got to help me. You’ve got to hold out your hand.

    Each time you’re kind and gentle, and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care,
    My heart begins to grow wings, feeble wings, but wings.

    With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your power of understanding.
    You alone can release me from my shallow world of uncertainty.

    It will not be easy for you. The nearer you approach me, the blinder I may strike back.
    But I’m told that Love is stronger than strong walls. And in this He’s my only hope.
    Please try to beat down these walls with firm hands.
    But gentle hands, for a child is very sensitive.

    Who am I, you wonder, I am every man you meet and also every woman that you meet.
    And I am you also.


    - Author Unknown