tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471053661758337472011-07-07T22:06:14.996-07:00aim for lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064635404063861014noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547105366175833747.post-12246670648059642262010-08-15T20:52:00.000-07:002010-08-15T20:53:36.253-07:00what is one?<br />but an onion.<br />numerous layers to peel away,<br />but who'd bother?<br />when a few deep gashes can get you a meal<br />deal.<br />so who'd care to carefully examine each layer,<br />so who'd bother with what seems a harmless bulb,<br />but has roots as deep and complicated as any<br />no onion can reveal its true identity<br />without:<br />tears in its skin, and tears in your eyes.<br />so believe me when i say:<br />this bulb you see,<br />isn't very pretty,<br />and lonesome is its true sanctuary<br />however if you make an effort to see,<br />and get to know me<br />i could be more than just an onion,<br />feel a bit human.<div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"><br /></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547105366175833747-1224667064805964226?l=curiouswinds.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>aim for lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064635404063861014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547105366175833747.post-91872970563747671832010-08-15T20:51:00.001-07:002010-08-15T20:51:51.444-07:00i didn't know,<br />i didn't know love,<br />i didn't know,<br />till i had to let it go.<br />a new chapter?<br />oh no<br />its a whole new book, you see?<br />its virgin pages,<br />are nothing compared to the rugged edges of the life i might be leaving behind.<br />be kind<br />open this book, open your mind,<br />however i see no way,<br />the ink blots that stain these pages<br />are testaments<br />to the mistakes i have tried so hard to edit,<br />they are lessons learned<br />and<br />respect earned<br />i can't yearn<br />forever<br />for the familiarity i so crave,<br />this book can wait<br />my happily ever after is hopelessly lingering<br />in a book that documents my days<br />with this i admit:<br />i am afraid, i am in love.<div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"><br /></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547105366175833747-9187297056374767183?l=curiouswinds.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>aim for lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064635404063861014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547105366175833747.post-12286811157775994992010-05-30T21:22:00.000-07:002010-05-30T21:23:24.778-07:00remember?<div>the lost art of appreciation?<div>admiration?</div><div>for the tiny little wonders that now go unnoticed</div><div>the flutter of a birds wings</div><div>that compare to the imprint left by storm winds</div><div>hearing the silent song</div><div>clear definitions of right and wrong</div><div>searching for the end of the rainbow</div><div>counting each star</div><div>in the night sky</div><div>they seemed not so far</div><div>staring out the window of a fast moving car</div><div>blurs of green</div><div>patches of wild flowers</div><div>and tall concrete towers</div><div>streaks of sunshine</div><div>flooding through the windows </div><div>illuminating petals of a rose</div><div>closing your eyes</div><div>to breath in the warmth</div><div>hearing the colors</div><div>and</div><div>seeing the sounds</div><div>remember?</div></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547105366175833747-1228681115777599499?l=curiouswinds.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>aim for lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064635404063861014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547105366175833747.post-64787863353183554622010-05-30T20:43:00.001-07:002010-05-30T21:15:57.514-07:00<span class="text">her name is aiman. she converts O2 into CO2. she wants to do great things, text book worthy great things. she is complicated, indecisive and mildly insane but lovely nonetheless. fashion is her heroine and she prefers the world through her camera lens. the music she can feel is the kind she listens to. just </span>living life, loving love, and hating hate. desperate to find a balance between fantasy and reality.<span class="text"> she lives today, appreciates yesterday and anticipates tomorrow. basically she is a wide eyed dreamer carrying the world in her purse. <br /></span><br /><br />love&amp;cupcakes<br />a.<br /><br />p.s. realization. complication. communication.<span class="text"></span><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547105366175833747-6478786335318355462?l=curiouswinds.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>aim for lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064635404063861014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547105366175833747.post-70399523715672951872010-05-03T16:03:00.001-07:002010-05-03T16:03:38.685-07:00<!--- blog subject ---><!--- blog body ---> its been a long day<div>actually</div><div>its been a long 20 years</div><div>lend me your ears</div><div>for i have a story to tell</div><div>excuse me if i yell</div><div>at 10 i thought life would be easier at 20</div><div>i would have answered all the mysteries</div><div>deciphered past histories</div><div>yet i am more confused than ever before</div><div>21 is around the corner, at my door</div><div>i haven't discovered my purpose, still</div><div>i haven't found that special will</div><div>i have been through so much</div><div>i cannot possibly articulate</div><div>i cannot define love or hate</div><div>i do not know what dictates</div><div>my unique tastes</div><div>i am thankful</div><div>for all</div><div>i must clarify</div><div>if i could go back in time</div><div>and even just change this rhyme</div><div>i would not</div><div>undo a single knot</div><div>i have got myself tied in</div><div>for the little i have learned is this my friend</div><div>life is like a swing, so spin, carelessly spin</div><div>life is like a birds wing, so fly, fly high!</div><div>take a moment to hear a cry</div><div>or take time to smile, and say hi</div><div>for now my life seems like a maze</div><div>yet it never fails to amaze</div><div>right now i'm caught in a haze</div><div>but ten years from now</div><div>i will have new ways</div><div>twenty years from now</div><div>maybe a new craze</div><div>a few decades from now</div><div>maybe the end of my days</div><div>but one thing that will always stay true:</div><div>i will never quite understand me, him, her, or you.</div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div 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