A Fire Protects Me
To Ish
While the rest of this world may be so hateful,
for one thing on earth am I ever grateful
Though this place is dark and the future bland,
this brilliant flame I hold in my hand
I treasure this light and its rarity I value,
for its warmth has proven to be through and through
Close to my heart I hold this bright heat
Without it, I would be cold and incomplete
This flickering light of which I speak,
which gives me strength when I am weak,
gives my life meaning, its only goal
for this flame is the fire of your soul
When all I want is for my world to end,
I know you’ll ignite me again, my friend
We Are Still Friends?
I was cold and hurting
lost out in the night
wandering and searching
for heaven’s light
I saw the night sky clearing
when you spread your rainbow wings
But little did I know
what joy you would bring
From that moment on
a friendship did start
you kissed away my tears
and sheltered my heart
I bless the day God
sent her from above
But then I grew fearful
for I had fallen in love
I told you this feeling
and what did you say?
You said you liked our friendship
and that’s how it would stay
I cried for a friendship I thought I lost
But then felt your warm, gentle hand
You then whispered in my ear
that by my side you’ll forever stand
Thanks a lot, “rukia”
Treasured Friendship
Our friendship is soothing,
Like a warm gentle breeze,
A soft gentle rustle
Thru the leaves of the trees…
Our friendship can bloom,
Like a beautiful spring day,
Yours and mine did,
In such a beautiful way…
Our friendship brings rainbows
After the storm.
It appears in the winter
To keep our hearts warm…
Our friendship withstands hardships,
As the winter wind blows,
Like a candle in the window
With its warm soft glow.
I treasure our friendship everyday,
As you are an awesome friend.
My beloved “Thuvey”
Shipuuden Tharaavees
An awesome event. Notable as the best phenomenon in the whole month of Ramadan. To begin with, this Ramadan is unimaginably booring. This was Awesome with a capital A =^_^=
Let me debrief you all on the event. I invited over Razeef, Shafraz, Shimal, Moonis (Arky =^_^=), Ifu (Shaina’s Bro) and Mikku (Friend of Ichigo [My cousin bro 
] ). The first to make it were the Razeef-Shafraz-Shimal trio. They arrived at around 7:45pm and we started on with the game. If you didn’t know what game. It’s Naruto Shipuuden: Narutimate Accel. An awesome multi-player game which was even more awesome when played with friends =^_^=
Razeef totally rocked the house. He was the best there. And well, because I was too over-confident and didn’t bother to even practice before the match, I totally sucked >_<’ I could only beat Shimal. And Shafraz, once in a blue moon… Arky showed unbelievably awesome improvement in his abilites as a shinobi as well ^_^
Shortly after Arky’s arrival at about 9:00pm we started off with what we call the Read the rest of this entry »
Send Her an Angel …
Please send my friend an angel.
Send her one of mine;
A loving and caring one,
The best that you can find.
Please send my friend an angel,
And trust her with its care;
Someone or something for her to love,
And to always be there.
Please send my friend an angel,
One to help her fill her days;
With hope, love, and laughter,
And the warmth of sunshine rays.
Please send my friend an angel -
You know she gave me one of mine.
Please send her down an angel;
A true friend like her is hard to find.
Dedicated to my friend, Xarah =^_^=
God bless her, she’s going through troubling times.
Take Flight On the Wings of a Butterfly
A poem written for an very close friend of mine, to which every second with her brightens my whole life.
Thank you for being my friend
Your friendship is special
Like the flowers that bloom,
Or when a butterfly emerges
From within its cocoon…
You remind me of that butterfly,
Loving and free,
Bright and colorful,
For the world to see…
We will share sunshine and rainbows;
Sometimes, the rain and the snow;
We’ll stand together through it,
While the cold winds blow…
When the time is right,
We won’t stop to ask “Why?”
Our friendship will take flight
On the wings of a butterfly…
—
Dedicated to “Rukia”
