Another day died away. Aww, I love the way the day took me on a ride.
Psssst., I was running around like a mad dog to get things done. To
start with I walked right into a meeting. I hate coffee smell. In the
meeting everyone was drinking coffee. And I felt like a pregnant woman
with morning sickness. After that, Vera called me and told one of the
stamping in the passport is missing. Yeah, I screwed up with the
scanning and missed one page with an entry date. I drove back to the
hotel picked up the passport and rushed to the executive center Grrrr,
a bunch of jackasses were sitting there having a meeting. So scanning
was out of option. I thought I will fax it. Well the Fax line was not
working at my new company. Then I faxed it to my callwave fax number
and then emailed it to Vera. By this time it was 2:00PM. I went back to
office, a lot to do. As the negotiation with the new company should
start otherwise by the end of the week I won’t be having a job. Started
making phone calls. That was settled through phone. The new company
guys need to call tomorrow morning the middle layer of the client. Mmm
all settled.
Now here comes someone saying he is bored and want to talk to me.
WOW bad idea, I started the talk at 3:30 and in three hours that guy
was like a crushed sugar cane. Hehehe. Me all active, only one problem.
I did not wrote anything.
Here is a poem I have posted in MySpace.Com last week. Don’t ask me why I wrote this.
The
Haunting Past.
The haunting past across my path walks,
In the mockery of my own life,
I buried all my flaws with cloak of more lies.
Do I deserve to be sad?
Do I deserver to be angry?
Oh, no, never could I answer,
In the pleads of mine, I believe I will be forgiven.
Oh’ you the one I love, my love for you is no flaw,
It is no dream I wish someday fulfilled,
The reality of my love unanswered pains,
Deep and from inside me burns.
The flame I kindled I wish to carry,
To see the unlit roads ahead,
But will you believe me and hold my hand?
Uncloak me with a word of care?
As the twisted roads ahead once more,
Take me through milestones of that haunting past.
what’s the haunting past?
i liked your poem.
Hi, sounds like your day was hectic & kind of like mine. I hope you were able to get your pages sent off. Do you have a scanner with your lap top? E fax might help if you find yourself in a situation liek that next time. Now to the poetry……. I especially liked the lines “the flame I kindled I wish to carry…to light the unlit roads ahead”… beautiful. Sometimes the past is beter than the present & that’s all we have to cling to. Perfect setting for today’s rainy day here. Enjoyed your words as always. Take care. ~Stephenie
little google girl? what do you mean by that?
I like how you confide in us, you have a special talent for easy self-disclosure, do you find that you also have a high trust level to life-situations in general, would you say?
Funny how love never leaves some of us alone. Great piece, and thank you always for your kind comments. They never cease to make my day. =)
Terribly honest. Thanks for the comment.
If it’s ok with you, I rather hide behind a computer screen and share a few poems through cyber space.
Baptism
A caterpillar is he who stumbles
Into that sanctuary
To be molded and mended while reason sleeps
And awake to find himself different, quite different
Than when he entered
Beauty now supercedes his previous countenance
For he is a creature of divine spirit now
Transformed by holy glory
Saved and repented of his ugly past
Angel’s wings he bears
To flutter here to there
Among the heavenly flowers
Of his new inhabitance
Only to be snatched up
And eaten by an abominable frog
Darrell Orrell
your welcome to compose a few lines anytime
I also hate coffee smell.
I whant to hear your answer to Fears_Departing ‘s question.
please
You bring many smiles to my face! Signature of you… kind-hearted and most gentle. Thankyou.
“kindled”; “cloak & uncloaked”; “paths, twisted roads, unlit roads, milestones” — what fine word choices and images — also the “reality of love unanswered pains…” questions and answers — wow! there is an abundance of good imagery in this one. (as usual!) =)
Here’s a haunting — the last comments crossed in cyberspace at precisely the same time. Amazing! As always, thanks for your kind words. Happy GHD! No shadows here. — lah
Also in OP — what is a tracker and how does it work? Thanks again for your comments.
Hey havent heard from you in a while.. just sayin hi!
-Sydnie
For some words, I love writes that have the word ‘haunt’ or ‘haunted’ in them. So this was especially wonderful!
-Gia:)
haunting past… hmmm… i like the first and second stanza. coz it means something to me… great poem… neways, thanks for the encouraging comment 🙂 i’ll try to keep that in mind… but i wonder what did u mean with the last thing u said in ur comment…?
and one more thing, u dont like the smell of coffee? yeah, me too 🙂
Gracias
I do rock !!
-Emily