Today, no planes flew into any buildings.
Today, there was no fire falling from the sky.
Today, there were no riots in the streets.
Today, the news was mostly just about famous people.
Today, no shaky footage was recorded of children running from a burning village.
Today, not one person stood in front of a tank.
Today, no one put flowers in the rifle barrels of guns.
Today, you will check your mail.
Today, no shots rang out over a black cavalcade.
Today, there was no negotiated revolution.
Today, no flags were burned.
Today, sport will be played and people will be upset over the outcome.
Tomorrow however, is a new day.
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And today the world had a taste for peace, the question then becomes, will that taste become a hunger? Will we thirst for the quiet of the war guns and plant flowers for beauty?
I hope the cryptic message is that tomorrow shall be a sailor's delight. <3
"...yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream" ~Kahlil Gibran
I want to always dream good things to come in the morrow.
just like every day.
i really really like his one.
<3
but if tomorrow comes..
and suddenly, i fear tomorrow.
today, i realized just how young we are
tomorrow, we might be ancient.
Tomorrow always brings something new. Thank you so much for writing.
I love the cadence of this. And I love the change at the end. I also love the incorporation of the word "cavalcade." Terribly underused, but wonderful.
But it's too early to tell. It's only noon where I am.
Love this, though.
This is so true, I have chills.
I'm comforted to hear that sometimes you smile to yourself. Yes, today was a regular and routine day. But I smile unto myself when I think about how you so love to hear that you are loved. I am happy to oblige, because I'm not afraid to speak the truth. Which is that you are deeply loved.
Autumn has come and gone. I still miss you from the shadows.
Today is still with no change ,although some where in the middle a whirl wind twist comes ,for Tomorrow will hold new change ,that will change ,our lives completely.
As Time has come to end ,one Time to change in New Time .
But you still wrote that just for me right?
We're still in Love right?
Are we not allowed to Love what some people stand for and the style in which they write?
Well then...
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Hey sorry for off-topic, but i'm just wondering: did you write the following quote...?
“I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone. Then this is my life and maybe, however unlikely, I’ll find my way back there. Or maybe, one day, I’ll settle for second best. And on that same day, hell will freeze over, the sun will burn out and the stars will fall from the sky.”
Yes, that's from a post called The Grim Alternatives
http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/2009/04/grim-alternatives.html
<3
This quote is so true it gives me the chills
I mean, yea everything might have gone smooth today, but who are we to say that everything will go smooth tomorrow?
But i like that this quote can be taken both in a positive way, and negative way
well done, iain!
Red is the color of the leaves in this tree. Red is the color of the blood that runs through our veins like branches quenching our lives and vitality. The only protest taking place is the one for you in my head.
I didn't have to check my mail...I got your message the one I feel deep down racing through my body. I've missed you...So, I send my love to you in whispers to let you know that I can hear you. This is not a game to me either there is something that won't let me let you go. I think you know. The most important battle I'm fighting is the one for your heart and it gives me hope that tomorrow there is a new day on the horizon. After darkness there must be light. You're blocking my sun. Love Me.
Today was calm ,today was peaceful ,although tomorrow ,will be the unknown ,that scares me ,as there is nothing left ,I can see ,by tomorrow it will be gone .
tomorrow is it promised?
something similar
http://nostalgicsoulfacingreality.blogspot.com/
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/13/world/asia/13afghan.html?_r=1&hp
sure
The days that has pasted by with no Time ,Tomorrow will not come .
Fading of Beating Hearts ,stay in the Now .
Tomorrow no Beats of the Heart ,will be Heard .
nothing is promised
I'm so frustrated. I want to run straight towards you. I want to tackle you or lasso you and get us both on the ground, rolling around together without a care. Covered in kisses… smiling, laughing and filled with the happiness that love has to offer. The only problem is that I don't know where to run, exactly. I can't see the target of my every emotional and carnal desire from here. Can my heart get some directions? Missing you, as always. Love me.
I was window shopping and circling the silk ties...thinking that dark blue colored one would remind you of me when you are on your business trip.... I miss you XO.
Promise me that it won't be long to wait that I can feel your lips against mine... I miss you. Love <3
Its not about the game, it's about the trust we lost for each other...I thought maybe something changes and I would have less fear after I came back.... But no matter how hard I try and how much I want, I just can't convince myself to trust you 100%....Its no one else but US that keep US apart at arm length...
I want you to be mine and this will never change whether you believe it or not. I want you more than anything else but at the same time I fear you more than anything else too. I don't expect you to understand me just hear it...
then no trust only fear
Guess that becomes clear answer to life
My heart is yours. You don't have to fight for it, it sounds ridiculous to me. You have provided much evidence for me to fear you, and I can only love you from shadows. We are more or less similar to each other, love from shadows. Let's stay there for now and enjoy what we can ...
Your fearful love <3
no more shadows ,no more shadows
Get it right this Time or Let go
You already said Goodbye ,long time ago now stop making it a joke
The fight is gone ,lost it's fire
you must be enjoying what you can .
as I will never be in a shadow to love you .
not something I would enjoy .
As I don't have um others to enjoy while we can in the shadows .
You have an extraordinary ability to read my mind. Mentally, I have picked out several ties for you in various different stores. The predominant color is always blue, without fail, which looks so nice coupled with gorgeous brown hues. I would buy one if I could find a way to give it to you but I try to figure out a way and find that I'm utterly lost. Still hidden away in the shadows. This talk lately of becoming just a memory? Never. Rather my most love-worthy quest of a lifetime. Never doubt that. I wish you were here. XO
Those that find it so simple to erase love just as simple as waving a wand and pretending they are single .
Really sad to me .
As sad as it was for all things I Done .
Two evils now .
though not you surely not .
it will just be blogged in a poem rather to the face of the Heart .
Or in a simple chat room
I love this post. No news is good news. Uneventful, peaceful - let's just get upset over cricket scores. :)
Autumn has come and gone. I still miss you from the shadows.
Be a man.
I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or where from,
I love you simply, without complexities or pride;
I love you in this way, not knowing any other way of loving
but this, in which neither I nor you exist
so close that your hand on my breast is mine,
so close that your eyes close when I sleep.
Pablo Neruda
The love I have for you will stay, it will last as the last drop of ink this writer ever puts down on paper.
The last drop of blood coming from my heart with hold you with you and me hiding behind my ''holiness''.
I love you.
Je t'aime.
More than just falling in love, monsieur.
The love I had for you faded away yet stained the paper.
Thankful to God.
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