These.. are the pieces of my Soul.. broken.. and mended.. but ever still in ruins..

"But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams." ~ W. B. Yeats ~


Favorite prose


close your eyes.
slip your tiny fingers
in between mine.
it still makes me shiver
every single time.
• A Quiet Boy •


This heart still believes that love and mercy still exist. But....
It's like whispering a prayer in the fury of a storm.
I still believe one day ill find another. But....
It's like trying to stop a fire with the moisture of a kiss.
• Gilberto •


for every breath that i exhaled
you took less then half
smiling at the way i looked
as you lied on my lap
then i woke up screaming
and i couldn't take it back.
• A Quiet Boy •


Love me or hate me.
You will never
Never
Break me…
• Gilberto •


for it's in you
to choose
to believe in yourself
and believe you are loved
more than anything else
• Candora •


• Reason strings •



There is no such thing as logic, only a line of reasoning which one or more deem correct.

A man's health should be determined by his capacity for faith and hope. For if a man is of sound body, yet he wallows in self pity and despair, his soul withers, and his environment, with its people, places, things, and ideas, crumbles. But if a man, beset by some illness, whether that be of mind or body, has faith for the morrow, that it will come and bring happiness, and hopes that the setting of the sun brings some reprieve from this pain and sorrow, and smiles, even if those things are not so, then his soul is content, and others live, laugh, and love because of him. In light of that, who would you say to be the healthy man? Why, you would say the latter, of course. And if that be so, then is not “healthy” a matter or state of mind and soul, instead of physical? True, this may not be anything new to you, but there is also something else that you may not have considered, if the above is correct... Too few healthy people are alive in this world today, and that is the true shame of our race.




Forever • Broken

Pieces scattered to the darkness

Leave something of yourself in my book
(if you'd like)



I'm gonna smile my best smile.
I'm gonna laugh like it's going out of style.
Look into her eyes and pray, that she don`t see...
That learning to live again, is killing me....
• Garth Brooks •

if time was a place we could travel through
I would find a way to return to you
just to let you know that I still care
and you are always welcome here
• Candora •

so let your pathos shine through your skin
let the wine trickle down your throat
stand up and be pursuaded that
the worlds still full of hope
• A Quiet Boy •


Favorite poems


"I turned to view my steps well worn, trails of mist in the naked eye. As exhaustion came one final fell, I enjoyed not wanting more."
• A. Noble •


for all the lost words
for all the missed romances
for all the masters
for all the unknown chances

I dedicate this one
to the song no one heard
and the writer not read
and every lost word
• Candora •


is a hopeful romantic
as hopeless as this
can the meaning of life
be found in a kiss
does nothing else matter
beyond sharing bliss
did you ever wonder
what you might miss
• Candora •


sometimes I just want someone save me
as if somebody really could
and sometimes I think
I'll believe it if they want me to
if only somebody would
• Candora •


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