"It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy course; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THEODORE ROOSEVELT (Paris Sorbonne,1910) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Friday, October 20, 2006

It's e wkend once again...

It's e wkend once again...Once again...once again..once again, I come back home w an empty yet heavy heart..



So much I wanna say,
So much I wanna do..
But at e end of e day,
There's nth I can do..
I wanna cry out,
But the words that come out,
Are words that no one can hear..



The best words that reach a person's heart,
Does not come from one's mouth..
Words can hurt,
Words can heal..
But the one that hurts e most,
Is neither spoken,
Nor written..
It is SILENCE..



Shattered..
You came,
And shattered my heart to a million pieces..
Most others will,
Pick up e pieces one by one,
And slowly mend it back..
But I rather,
Pick up e pieces,
And place em one by one,
On e night sky..
As stars,
To shine and guide you,
Even through your darkest hours..



You came, and went..
You may not see me..
But e stars I've placed,
Are still shining ever so brightly for you..

By ben -There, and back again 8:50 PM

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