A gentle heartbeat, my ear to your heart,
I bet you can feel my heart pounding too,
Amazed to find, that this is just the start,
I am fully content right here with you.
Your knuckles gently rub along my arm,
we talk forever and laugh all the while,
We hear the neighboors; it's a false alarm,
Were still alone, you look at me and smile.
They say that certain things are meant to be,
and that true love's not chance but destiny,
I know it must be quite easy to see,
That I was meant for you and you for me.
What a beautiful and wonderful start,
To a newfound art for both of our hearts.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Saturday, April 28, 2007
A day at the Ocean
Fanning out infront is sea and sand,
The sky, the wind, this place is my home turf,
As I watch little kids skip hand in hand,
With outstrtched arms I frolick through the surf.
I search for shells and bits of worn down glass,
And build sand castles sitting side by side,
My afternoon so quickly it does pass,
As the castles wash away with the tide.
At home I run my fingers through my hair,
To find something unexpected and neat,
That salt, and sea remain entangled there,
And that some sand grains still cling to my feet.
I learn the sun, the sky and mostly sea,
Will forever be a large part of me.
The sky, the wind, this place is my home turf,
As I watch little kids skip hand in hand,
With outstrtched arms I frolick through the surf.
I search for shells and bits of worn down glass,
And build sand castles sitting side by side,
My afternoon so quickly it does pass,
As the castles wash away with the tide.
At home I run my fingers through my hair,
To find something unexpected and neat,
That salt, and sea remain entangled there,
And that some sand grains still cling to my feet.
I learn the sun, the sky and mostly sea,
Will forever be a large part of me.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Sonnet Analysis
Sonnet Analysis
I thought I saw a sparkle in your eyes,
And could it be to my pleasant surprise,
That I'm the one you are now aiming for,
I wish you'd let them sparkle like that more.
For me, all it takes is that single glance,
To suggest we've got a chance at romance,
I know you can tell by my downcast eyes,
That in my stomach I've got butterflies.
Wrapping your arms around me am I just,
A best friend or an object of your lust,
My heart gets caught between the want and real,
Because you've never told me how you feel.
As I confess to you out my love pours,
And every last ounce of it I am yours.
In life, sometime or another, most people find themselves in the position of really caring for someone and not knowing exactly how that person feels about them.
I myself have personally had this happen, and I know that I have been on the other side also, where someone has feelings for me though they aren’t mutual. The first stanza of my poem attempts to describe that moment where you think there could be something going on, and because it’s only for that quick second, you wish it would happen more often. That one moment teases you, possibly suggesting that they’ve got something for you, or on the other hand that you misinterpreted the spark for something that you would like it to be. The third line in the first stanza “That I’m the one you are now aiming for,” talks about the persons past love interests. It can be really discouraging to be interested in someone especially after they’ve just had a serious relationship or a falling out of one. You don’t know whether they’re ready to move on, or are still stuck on a former love.
The second stanza in my sonnet expresses the feeling of sparks flying. I tried to describe those crazy games that eyes and hearts can play without words ever being spoken. Butterflies and nervous giggles usually accompany a pounding heart, and you find yourself oblivious to everything going on around you, except for that special person. I used “I know you can tell by my downcast eyes,” to show that insecurity and feeling of vulnerability that caring about someone can bring. The fact that you are too shy to really talk to them, and spend more time looking at their feet because you like them too much to look them right in the eyes.
In my third stanza, I wanted to show that confusion that being sweet on a best friend brings. When they hug you ,and your heart skips a beat, you begin to wonder if their heart skips a beat too, or are they thinking that they are giving their best friend a hug and that is simply all. It’s easy to get confused by their actions especially if you are close friends. What actions are friendly and more than friendly? The line of friendship can be so fuzzy at times. Your heart wants one thing but it’s often not what’s actually going on. That’s why I used the third line “My heart gets caught between the want and real.” The last line “Because you’ve never told me how you feel,” expresses the frustration of not knowing if there is anything going on and how they feel about you. I think it would be much better if they straight out told you that you were strictly friends, than leading you on to think that the more than friends thing could work out. Not knowing leaves you holding on to something that may be false. In the end, if they can’t feel the same way then all that time waiting for them to feel the same way is wasted, and you could have found someone else in that time instead.
In the last two lines, I wanted it to end with a confession. I wanted to close with the author telling their friend exactly how they feel. The confession of telling someone how much you care about them and that down to every last drop of life, love and soul in entirety is theirs. It would be liberating and hopefully the person receiving this confession of the heart would feel the same way.
I thought I saw a sparkle in your eyes,
And could it be to my pleasant surprise,
That I'm the one you are now aiming for,
I wish you'd let them sparkle like that more.
For me, all it takes is that single glance,
To suggest we've got a chance at romance,
I know you can tell by my downcast eyes,
That in my stomach I've got butterflies.
Wrapping your arms around me am I just,
A best friend or an object of your lust,
My heart gets caught between the want and real,
Because you've never told me how you feel.
As I confess to you out my love pours,
And every last ounce of it I am yours.
In life, sometime or another, most people find themselves in the position of really caring for someone and not knowing exactly how that person feels about them.
I myself have personally had this happen, and I know that I have been on the other side also, where someone has feelings for me though they aren’t mutual. The first stanza of my poem attempts to describe that moment where you think there could be something going on, and because it’s only for that quick second, you wish it would happen more often. That one moment teases you, possibly suggesting that they’ve got something for you, or on the other hand that you misinterpreted the spark for something that you would like it to be. The third line in the first stanza “That I’m the one you are now aiming for,” talks about the persons past love interests. It can be really discouraging to be interested in someone especially after they’ve just had a serious relationship or a falling out of one. You don’t know whether they’re ready to move on, or are still stuck on a former love.
The second stanza in my sonnet expresses the feeling of sparks flying. I tried to describe those crazy games that eyes and hearts can play without words ever being spoken. Butterflies and nervous giggles usually accompany a pounding heart, and you find yourself oblivious to everything going on around you, except for that special person. I used “I know you can tell by my downcast eyes,” to show that insecurity and feeling of vulnerability that caring about someone can bring. The fact that you are too shy to really talk to them, and spend more time looking at their feet because you like them too much to look them right in the eyes.
In my third stanza, I wanted to show that confusion that being sweet on a best friend brings. When they hug you ,and your heart skips a beat, you begin to wonder if their heart skips a beat too, or are they thinking that they are giving their best friend a hug and that is simply all. It’s easy to get confused by their actions especially if you are close friends. What actions are friendly and more than friendly? The line of friendship can be so fuzzy at times. Your heart wants one thing but it’s often not what’s actually going on. That’s why I used the third line “My heart gets caught between the want and real.” The last line “Because you’ve never told me how you feel,” expresses the frustration of not knowing if there is anything going on and how they feel about you. I think it would be much better if they straight out told you that you were strictly friends, than leading you on to think that the more than friends thing could work out. Not knowing leaves you holding on to something that may be false. In the end, if they can’t feel the same way then all that time waiting for them to feel the same way is wasted, and you could have found someone else in that time instead.
In the last two lines, I wanted it to end with a confession. I wanted to close with the author telling their friend exactly how they feel. The confession of telling someone how much you care about them and that down to every last drop of life, love and soul in entirety is theirs. It would be liberating and hopefully the person receiving this confession of the heart would feel the same way.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Sonnet
I thought I saw a sparkle in your eyes,
And could it be to my pleasant surprise,
That I'm the one you are now aiming for,
I wish you'd let them sparkle like that more.
For me, all it takes is that single glance,
To suggest we've got a chance at romance,
I know you can tell by my downcast eyes,
That in my stomach I've got butterflies.
Wrapping your arms around me am I just,
A best friend or an object of your lust,
My heart gets caught between the want and real,
Because you've never told me how you feel.
As I confess to you out my love pours,
And every last ounce of it I am yours.
And could it be to my pleasant surprise,
That I'm the one you are now aiming for,
I wish you'd let them sparkle like that more.
For me, all it takes is that single glance,
To suggest we've got a chance at romance,
I know you can tell by my downcast eyes,
That in my stomach I've got butterflies.
Wrapping your arms around me am I just,
A best friend or an object of your lust,
My heart gets caught between the want and real,
Because you've never told me how you feel.
As I confess to you out my love pours,
And every last ounce of it I am yours.
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