sweetest songs...

"The sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest things."

-anonymous

Broken II

Broken II

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glenmore bacarro

When will love find its way back?

Since when I’m lost in the dark

The moment you left me all alone;

With the love you have taken.

How can I move on?

If all I can do is to step backwards.

For the wall you built ahead.

Imprisoned me to the past we’ve made.

Just give me back the heart you broke.

And open the doors you’ve closed.

So that from this nightmare I’m in,

I’ll find the dreams you’ve hid.

I’ll pick myself from the past.

For I may found pieces you left behind.

From those memories we once shared.

That are lies maybe even from the very start.

Teach Me How To Cry

Teach Me How to Cry

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by glenbacarro

Teach me how to cry before I say goodbye.

Let me be the one – the bind I made, to untie.

For I know I won’t be asked to stay.

As I gently whisper my last farewell.

Let my eyes show the love and teardrops to fall.

Be sorry not, I understand you heard another call.

For the last time let not the feelings remain hidden.

Teach me how to cry for I mastered the pain.

I don’t have the right for never you’re mine.

Blame me for taking the risks by crossing the line.

I regret not for I’ve been happy loving you.

And I’m sorry for asking more than you can do.

Teach me how to cry, wipe the tears that may fall.

For the last time touch me and feel my soul.

Kiss me goodnight, tomorrow will not be the same.

I promise that I will leave quietly as I came.

If ever tears won’t fall and the pain ebbed away.

I still love you ‘till my hearts dying day.

Tears may drain and my breaths may leave me.

But in my heart you’ll live longer than a memory.

Bible

Bible

A 21 year old son asked his parents for a car on his birthday.

Unfortunately his father handed him a bible.

Instead of receiving it, he threw the bible, went mad and never returned home.

Years passed, he had raised his own family and kept his grudges on his parents.

One day he received a letter saying that his parents met an accident and died.

He went to the funeral and surprisingly found the bible he refused to accept when his parents gave it.

As he went on to the pages of the bible,

he noticed an envelop with a car key and letter that read...

"Happy Birthday, son, we love you." 

                                                                                                    -ma&pa

Broken I

Broken I

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Go I bid you now to break my heart!

In pieces, I’ll thank you to give it back.

For I’d rather leave broken and nothings left,

Than to stay with you whole yet unloved.

But before I go I ask you to shed tears.

Show some guilt and unmasked fears.

So that I have something, part of you with me.

Staying, before I set you and this feelings free.

As I leave you with my one and final kiss.

I ask you to show the warmth you once love to give.

Though I know it was all lies masked with honesty.

Your lips shivered, cold and it pained me.

If by any chance you shared a part of your love.

I thank you for you know it’s more than enough.

Enough to hold that once there was you and me;

Together in love in no more than a memory!

Once Upon A Time

...no mater how we try to 4get d past 4 as long as we see things that remind us of it, even just like a flicker of light. A whisper of a breath, a whisp of a hair and a gentle breeze of d wind. We're on a nostalgic facade of every shatered dream. We tend to deny every pain it brings, and fake a smile, tho wthin us is a breaking heart and d bitersweet of “what ifs” and unuttered 4giveness...

indeed, we are all but just a product of our past.

-once upon a time
by gb!

Death of a Promise

...you told me isn't it? That despite what is ideal, your love transcends beyond physical attraction... beyond gender, beyond what people believed...beyond us. You and me, you said...but where are those smiles and sweet promises goes? Will your goodbye kisses quench d thirst I'm into? Tell me for the last time b4 I cease to believe. That what you have said are real, though by this time, we knew they are nothing but lies.

-the death of a promise
by gb!

I Dreamed a Dream

You held my hand...touched my face. I saw love in your eyes, so blissful so true. I tasted love wth your kiss, your breath so sweet. I cried in joy everytime you whispered my name...and cried more when you uttered your "I love yous"...

You're a dream come true, but still, a dream out of my reality.

-i dreamed a dream
by gb!

Bed & Pillows

...he sleeps like a child, curled comfortably. He drifted in oblivion and in his face is the innocence of a man I never thought I found. I watched him in bliss as he breathe in silence. My heart beats fast as I gently touched his face...I feel so contented and lulled.

I’m inlove and I’d rather gave up everything just to have that one breath of his hair...and to whisper my secret “I love you” again as he gently dreams.

-bed and pillows
by gb!

Beauty

I just want to share this beautiful story taken from Coelho's The Alchemist.  -gmore :)

Narcissus

source: from The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho



The Alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the page, he found a story about Narcissus.

The Alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.

But this was not how the author of the book enede the story.

He said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

"Why do you weep?" the goddesses asked.

"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.

"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."

"But...was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.

"Who better than you to know that?" the goddesses said in wonder. "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!"

The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:

"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."

"What a lovely story," the Alchemist thought.


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the fallowing article was researched after I read the beautiful story above.

Echo&Narcissus

Zeus, the King of the Olympians, was known for his many love affairs. Sometimes the young and beautiful Nymph Echo would distract and amuse his wife Hera with long and entertaining stories, while Zeus took advantage of the moment to ravish the other mountain nymphs. When Hera discovered the trickery she punished the talkative Echo by taking away her voice, except in foolish repetition of another's shouted words. Thus, all Echo could do was repeat the voice of another.

Echo fell in love with a vain youth named Narcissus, who was the son of the blue Nymph Leiriope of Thespia. The River god Cephisus had once encircled Leirope with the windings of his streams, and thus trapping her, had seduced the nymph. Narcissus was their child.

Concerned about the baby's welfare, Leirope went to consult the oracle called Teiresias regarding her son's future. Teiresias told the nymph that Narcissus "would live to a ripe old age, as long as he never knew himself."

Narcissus was beautiful as a child and grew even more so as he matured. By the age of sixteen he had left a trail of broken hearts, from rejected lovers of both sexes. Narcissus wanted nothing to do with falling in love with anyone and rebuffed all attempts at romance.

One day when Narcissus was out hunting stags, Echo stealthily followed the handsome youth through the woods, longing to address him but unable to speak first. When Narcissus finally heard footsteps and shouted "Who's there?", Echo answered "Who's there?" And so it went, until finally Echo showed herself and rushed to embrace the lovely youth.

He pulled away from the nymph and vainly told her to get lost. Narcissus left Echo heartbroken and she spent the rest of her life in lonely glens, pining away for the love she never knew, until only her voice remained.

A man named Ameinius was one of Narcissus' most ardent admirers, and repeatedly vied for his attention. The conceited youth responded by sending his suitor a sword, telling him to prove his adoration. Ameinious proceeded to plunge the sword into his heart, committing suicide to demonstrate his love, but not before he beseeched the gods to punish the vain Narcissus.

The goddess of the hunt, Artemis, heard the plea and made Narcissus fall in love, but a kind a love that couldn't be fulfilled. Narcissus came upon a clear spring at Donacon in Thespia and, as he bent low to take a drink, for the first time caught sight of himself reflected in the pool. Try as he might to touch this exquisite person in the waters, however, he never could.

For hours he sat enraptured by the spring, at last recognizing himself but tortured by the realization that he could never possess the object of his infatuation. Narcissus was tormented, much as he had tormented all those who in the past had been unlucky enough to fall in love with him.

Finally unable to stand the agony Narcissus plunged a dagger in his heart and died, calling out a last goodbye to his reflected image. Where his blood soaked the earth sprung up the white narcissus flower with its red corollary.

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'E' is for Elegy

“E” is for Elegy

October 26 2006; 6:45pm

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 I’ve been deceived by your fairy tales.

Believing deceptions and great lies.

Coz the love we’ve made now seems to fail.

When you sung your last words of goodbye!

Why now? When our story lives to soar?

Time I thought we owned thus we won’t fall.

Did I give too less or bit too more?

Or just that you’ve heard another call?

In your fairy tales is she the one?

Was she your light beyond deception?

And if the love once ours had been gone.

At least tell me I won’t be alone.

If love died, let my heart be buried.

With my elegy where mem’ries hid.