my gift..my life..thanking god
Saturday, November 20, 2004
She's slipping;
she's falling away.
She's pulled and tugged by unsubsiding forces,
taking grasp of her every day.
She's slipping;
she's falling away.
She's strapped down and listless;
the stars she gazed upon,
now flicker and fade slowly away.
She's slipping;
she's falling away.
She's bruised and worn;
her will has been shattered,
a toy with which the world plays.
She's slipping;
she's falling away.
She's shoved to the edge 'til she stands on tip-toes,
looming over a pool of dismay.
She's slipping; she's falling away.
Further and further,
she's twisted and stretched.
Life's beyond her control;
her destiny is etchedon a jagged rock.
She's fallen over the edge.
As she gasps her last breath,
she glances up at the ledge . . .
How wonderful it was . . . then.
But that's all too distant now.
And her eyelids lower,
like curtains,
to her world.
Melissa Hudasko
``grateful for today..toodles ; 11:58 PM
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Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Hey!!!
Aniwae just a short something. Holidaes are here and they some how don't seem like hols. I was running around s'pore for the past days and then the festive season hit me...hard..first was deepavali and then hari raya...celebrated in the most weirdest way...don't wanna give details...we ended at home and then...+*'`kaboom'*+... there went the first dae of RAYA..gee..was it fast..
k...i dont feel like typing animore...bye
toodles:aneesa...
``grateful for today..toodles ; 5:54 AM
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