The Impossible Dream

I must be dreaming.

I love just how about love makes me feel so in-love! :p

Somebody to Love

For A Good Cause

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I Love You Beth Cooper

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Broken Life

BROKEN LIFE by Ysh

2004

On the deepening leaf of my barren life,

I surrendered my last recourse.

With your parting sweat, I fed my sigh.

And the splitting voices ran through the walls.

I sentenced my judgment to amend with yours.

With the rushing breathes and aching glances,

You succeeded, but you bled with my soul.

Fluttering with my body you rejoiced,

Yet claiming my heart, you failed to blow.

On the blossoming femininity you cried,

With the flaming fire of lust you smiled.

I battled my empty buttons and strived,

Yes, you captured the skeleton of my life,

But not the creed of my feeding heart,

Through the bliss you shouted with glee,

You pictured satisfaction and greed.

Now my life is boating through the wire,

Lighting with your endless selfish grace,

I’ve had enough of your cruel sheets,

As I lay in your arms with a broken life,

Rest assured, my heart was kept living…

Not in yours…

Touched

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TONIGHT

TONIGHT by Ysh

2005

Fighting through the scenic views of the night,

My lips parted his sweet tongue.

I whispered thoughts of passionate grief,

As his body scented my naked sweat.

Filching the bliss, I glistened with pride,

But my tender wonders stroked his sanity.

Romancing the darkness brought me dread,

His moistened torso defies my strength.

Resistance and struggle defeated my scope,

Through the pressure I glided with ease.

His seductive eyes positioned my best,

As the performance leveled to the sky.

Surrendering, I placed my bet,

As he flew me off my credo, I know I’ll void.

Pleasure after pleasure, we scattered desire,

And lifting the passion, he lived the night.

I relinquished the whiff off his delicate lips,

Then giving a sigh he thrived.

The hurt at once drove to an ease,

As my heartbeat flustered his chest.

I dreamed with the hurtling of my core,

And I felt the betrayal of my soul.

Soon enough, I pictured the lingered ambiance,

I’ll never get over the mist of tonight.

The Naked Truth

For over a year of being single, not to mention celibate, I have realized so many things about relationships and sex. Okay, so maybe embracing celibacy was an exaggeration, because every time I see a human male even tenuously attractive and over the age of twenty, I start to dribble and engage in a battle with my very own willpower. But, really I had sworn off dating men. Haha.

I needed to concentrate my energies on the F word. FOCUS.

Exactly one year ago, I broke ties with the man whom I fell in-love and sworn promises with. I had my own reasons and I may have mentioned it here before that “Falling out of Love” really does exist. For months I have pondered if I was only making it a reason just so I can start the ball rolling with other men, but then again, this day proves that I have not cheated, lied, neither disgraced the once genuine relationship that we had.

For women, the word “tired” is like a make-up essential always ready to grab inside the bag. Once in our very happy relationship with our partners, we get tired. Some for reasons like a hot anorexic third-party, a behavior so negatively un-appealing, or just pure indifferences. But some get tired for no reason at all. Some just gets that premonition of the future and it settles in the brain, it shouts in the heart that this man, this man whom you are so in-love with is not your destined Mr. Right.

It is unfair, some may say. But this wretched boy-meets-girl and vice-versa is a never-ending puzzle and will always be intriguing. That is why we still engage in the same situation over and over again, even if we already know what’s waiting for us in the end. Women love the idea of being in-love. That, my friends is a fact.

So now that I have overused my brain for a year of contemplating and just trying to figure out the rules of the heart, I got tired. And I am ready to plunge myself into the proverbial pit of limbo- AGAIN. I can just shrug my shoulders and shout “what the hell!” as long as I get the loving that I soo need right now. And there goes the exaggeration of embracing celibacy straight to the trash, thank you very much. :)

“She was the unsettled hen who always fell for the wrong cock” – The Naked Truth