This is a philosophical question man has been asking for as long as he can remember. What are the requirements of Love is one of those. From my thoughts, there are only two components required: 1. Desire to be closer to someone, and 2. Sacrifice for the other person. The first one is very apparent.… Continue reading What are the requirements of Love?
I spent some time in Iraq. That year, there were only a few songs to define it. It was a pivot point in my life. Because I wasn’t listening to the radio much, the songs I took with me on an external hard drive were the main songs I had to deal with. One of… Continue reading Dani California.
If I never see the Sun again, I only need your smile. If the stars never come out at night, I only want the twinkle in your eyes. If spring never comes, to melt away the snow, I only need you near me, to always keep me warm. If I never hear again, I only… Continue reading If I never see the Sun again
As i pack this teddy bear, I finally know that you weren’t there, I finally know that you don’t care, I thought about what you would wear, I thought about my fingers running through your hair.
A field of perfect roses, and I’d still pick you. Mysteries, locked in your eyes, I could stare and search for hours. Beethoven went deaf, but so was I, until I heard your voice. Every morning, the sun rises like your smile. Remembrances of you keep me safe, to return to you and hold you… Continue reading A field of perfect roses
Samantha a poem before you sleep, To make your dreams nice and your slumber deep. May all your hopes and wishes come true, And the sun be bright the next time it shines for you. May you have open arms that care, And friendship to share, And love to last a lifetime through. So when… Continue reading Samantha a poem before you sleep
In my room at home, there’s a brass rose. Gently colored red petals and green leaves, it has no thorns. Perfumed it will smell forever and never wilt. It is timeless and unchanging. I got it in high school, my freshman or sophomore year in the fall. I meant to give it to someone, someone… Continue reading The Story of the Rose