shape body
sharp mind
play w o r d s
skill thought
slow motion
your body
my soul
embrace ones
kiss slowly
hug tights
mind corrupted
fingers travel
rub back
stroke hair
smell your scent
inhale you
exhale me..
do u feel me?
2009 nh
set me free
then you will know i am free as bird
set you free
then i will know you are for me only
love is freedom
not a prison
love me freely
i will set you free as a bird,,,
fly with me
look up on the sky
and T E L L me,,,
are you thiking of me today?
as you are one and only my soul mate
as you are one nad only i think of
set me free sweetheart,,,
im not your prisoner.,,,
on feb 14,09
Chemo was and is a very private thing…and it is hard for someone to explain the magnitude of how they feel,when it is all new to them also….If a friend,shuts you out..there is a reason you didn’t understand…fatigue steps in fast as if a pendulum swings from one extreme to another,but not just in two directions,it is more varied as it is so many things affected by the BIG MEDICINES and treatment…I only saw one result..a WIN-WIN situation…as you make a conscious decision to say to the universe either I WANT TO LIVE or just give up…there is no in-between..you choose life or surrender…
dont touch my flower
if you dont know my garden
dont touch my leaf
if you dont know my tree
dont touch my nectar
if you dont know my butterly
dont give me your sweet words
if dont come from your heart
im here watching my garden of L O V E
if you know me
if i know you
we shouldnt stand far away
if i know you
if you know me
we shouldnt be silent each other
i open my garden of L O V E
invite YOU to come
late night
i smell your perfume
dark street
i touch your silky skin
your smile warm me up
your hot breath fire me up
joy over my lonelyness
when i wake
i still smell your scent!
2009 nikky chan
The mystery of life love when does it all end Am I always to wonder why this or why that
Or am I to endure the silent thoughts of the moods
Of those around me
It feels like someone has a pillow over my face
I cannot breathe
Will this pain come to an end?
I could have the power to delete it
I see nothing in the future that can hold a key
To what has been taking away from me
Everyone has a taste for blood
That word is so powerful
I lay awake at night in the darkness where
Tears cannot be seen
I think of when we met and all we shared
Now strangers
Over
forgotten
This Heart bleeds
This Heart beats Gone
Dead
Not
This Heart stops
As this pain then will end
So will the memory…
I WALK THE COLD AND LONELY NIGHT TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF
WHAT IS RIGHT
WHAT IS WRONG
THE WORD < WHY >
THE WORD < FOREVER >
AND MOST OF ALL
THE WORD < DIE >
LIVING NAKED IN A WINTER WONDERLAND CAN BE A FRIGID LIFE
LIKE MEETING ON THE INTERNET
STRANGERS/FRIENDS/LOVERS/NOTHING/
BROKEN PROMISES IN FAR AWAY LANDS
SNOW COVERED FLESH NOT WARMED BY THE SUN
NOR CAN THE WINGS OF ANGELS ENFOLD ME
AS I AM NOT FREE TO BE EVEN TOUCHED BY THEM
NOT IN THIS COLD REALITY
I HAVE TO WALK STILL IN THIS WINTER SOUL CALLED
SOME MAY THINK THAT IT MEANS ALONE
WELL THERE ARE MANY SUCH AS ME THAT
HAVE FELL INTO HELL TO FIND IT IS COLD
LIKE A WINTER FREEZE
THAT SOON TAKES YOU DEEP INTO
A WINTER GROUND OF DEAD REMORSE
FOR WHAT YOU DID AND WHAT YOU
MUST DO
AS TIME IS A PLACE OF BITTER TOUCH
REACHING OUT PULLING YOU INTO A
DEEPER SIN
INVITING YOU TO COME TO A PLACE
THE VOICES SAY
“ARE YOU COLD?””
“COME IN AND WARM YOUR FLESH”
HELL IS A HOT
DECEIT!
SO I WALK
I TURN
I BURN
LIGHT FLASHING IN MY MIND AS
MEMORIES ARE SLOWLY MELTING AWAY
THEN I AM TOSSED BACK ON THE GROUND
OF A COLD WINTER DAY
I’M GIVEN MY ASHES OF MEMORIES TO WATCH
AS THE WIND TAKES THEM FAR AWAY..
WRITTEN BY: ME: 11/2/2007 Jeanette Beakes
passionate k i s s
embrace your shaking
b o d y
fingertip travel all over
your lips kiss me
brush
touch
whisper me your sweet words
2009 nikky chan
sparkles eyes
adore lips
smooth cheek
hey lover!
want to kiss you tonite
bright face
sweet smile
smell your fragrance
hey lover!
i want to hug you tonite
2009 nikky chan
stir up your feeling
mixed with happines
add j o y
pour l o v e
how tasty your sweet love
2009 nikky chan