tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83889911240750064232024-03-12T18:38:24.198-07:00DEAD BOATMyke and Christine Guisingahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308871104373616775noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388991124075006423.post-46645451137861919522007-03-07T17:17:00.001-08:002007-03-07T17:18:36.040-08:00Wishing On The Same Star (by Myke)I had wished on the same star<br />Where you said your prayers.<br />I was once the man<br />that you'd prayed to come...<br />but you we're too late.<br /><br />Pure & Perfect, A knight I<br />thought 'till the end,<br />Alas, my fortune reversed..<br />Faith wasn't in my hand.<br /><br />Wash away and drainned of thoughts...<br />The heaven above had punished me more...<br />I wish at the same star,<br />for someone to save my mortal soul...<br />Yes, they were granted...<br />but then I am too old.<br /><br />The pain & sufferings,<br />The devil deeds I've done.<br />Pure & Perfect,<br />I am no longer that one...<br /><br />How I wish I could still be that one.<br /><br />You deserve more.<br />More than him. More than me.<br />You are a very special person.<br />You deserve the best,<br />the best that only God can seeMyke and Christine Guisingahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308871104373616775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388991124075006423.post-45328720704417705182007-03-01T00:35:00.000-08:002007-03-01T00:36:17.673-08:00A Battle That I can't Win (by Myke)Very pretty..Very nice...<br />Somehow, I can't belive my eyes.<br /><br />Such an Angel like you,<br />came down to my side...<br />licked my sorrows<br />tainted my life,<br />of colors of love & life.<br /><br />I'd fought long & hard,<br />I might lose the fight,<br />but no matter what the outcum<br />I already raised my sword of might.<br /><br />And let you know my life<br />is completely in you hands.Myke and Christine Guisingahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308871104373616775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388991124075006423.post-27612472921568892562007-02-26T18:23:00.000-08:002007-02-26T18:51:42.126-08:00Corrupted Love ( by AZEHR )<i>(Note: The writer just want to use pen name, due to the sensitivity of her topics. She doesn't want any perverts attentions. - ed)</i><br /><br />A warm sensation fills my body.<br />My heart races with every touch.<br /><br />The softness of your voice soothes,<br />My soul,<br />As I lay there hoping the moment<br />Will never end .<br /><br />Calling for you.<br />Praying that you'll never let me go.<br /><br />The sensation so strong,<br />I can no longer feel my body.<br /><br />Slowly I fade in and out of reality.<br />In an instant the warm sensation...<br />Fades away.<br /><br />My heart empty.<br /><br />My soul torn apart.<br /><br />Lying there; wondering where I went wrong.<br /><br />Calling out for you, only to find<br />there is no answer.<br /><br />My mind invaded with thoughts.<br /><br />So cruel and unrefined.<br /><br />The sensation of fear of what's to come.<br /><br />Slowly the reality over powering<br /><br />The lust and fantasy.<br /><br />Leaving me empty...<br /><br />Confused on how to think or feel,<br />The loneliness I feel.<br />So wretched and compelled<br />Betrayal to myself <br />Revealing the terrors of my love.Myke and Christine Guisingahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308871104373616775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388991124075006423.post-67722771121942442792007-02-26T17:47:00.000-08:002007-02-26T18:52:27.606-08:00Are you real? (writen by AZEHR)<i>(Note: This writer just want to use pen name, due to the sensitivity of her topics. She doesn't want any perverts attentions. A very good friend & a nice person - ed)</i><br /><br />You could never imagine the pain i feel, <br />when i start to question what is real...... <br /><br />I have this fear of never being satisfied, i can't find stable happiness<br />believe me, i've tried.<br />Please know it's not easy, thinking I might live life until i die,<br />wondering if i'll ever be satisfied.<br />Who else could I blame myself for my insecurity? <br /><br />Sometimes i hate my cynicism, which only results in vacillation,<br />i get caught in the whirlwind that circulates through my mind.<br /><br />i take a breath and try to concentrate,<br />to make sure my emotions don't instigate....<br />the result being a decision i might regret,<br />or suffer for down the line, <br /><br />look at the monster I've created in my mind. <br /><br />When my heart skips a beat and words pause with hesitation,<br />it's just my overactive imagination; <br /><br />that constant fear of the future<br />and what will happen to me. <br /><br />i'm uncomfortable having so much emotion <br /><br />why can't it be more simple,<br />it's my only insecurity, <br /><br />You.....not being true to me. <br /><br />this whole reality<br />seems so incessant <br /><br />and all this perfection<br />just makes me hesitant, <br /><br />just so perfect<br />how can it be?<br />that someone so grounded like you<br />found someone so mixed up like me? <br /><br />i say these things not just to flatter you.<br />You know i mean it, <br /><br />your forever on my mind<br />I know a man like you isn't easy to find. <br /><br />But now I have come to a fork in the road,<br />Where I must no longer carry that load,<br />Ease the burden off my shoulders <br /><br />and try not to leave a scarMyke and Christine Guisingahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308871104373616775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388991124075006423.post-38731989069602743832007-01-29T01:11:00.000-08:002007-01-29T01:20:57.322-08:00A Wonderful Writer named AZEHRThe following poetry came from a female friend named AZEHR, whose passion for writing transcends day-by-day. I'd like to put her real name here so you could congratulate her for her good works, but since her topic are too sensitive, she is somewhat scared that some guys or whatever human perverts might interpret her work very differently (or too titillating).<br /><br /> I had a privilege to published her work here on SOFT SIDE. To all the artist & writes out there...enjoy her creativity. To those HOT-HEADED GUYS, sorry, can't give her friendster nor cell number.Myke and Christine Guisingahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308871104373616775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388991124075006423.post-80723803523962353362007-01-29T00:56:00.000-08:002007-01-29T00:57:58.607-08:00"ONE NIGHT" by azehrFeeling your touch<br />This is such a rush<br />Kissing my neck<br />Going to far, We can go back<br />Your hand finds my thigh<br />By The candle light<br />My little black dress<br />hits the floor in a mess<br />Undoing your belt<br />The heat begins to melt<br />Our cares away<br />Its just one night anyway.<br />Its just about sex.<br />I think that is for the best.<br />Just one night<br />And we will both be alright.... <br /><br />Feeling your touch<br />This is such a rush<br />Kissing my neck<br />Going to far, We can go back<br />Your hand finds my thigh<br />By The candle light<br />My little black dress<br />hits the floor in a mess<br />Undoing your belt<br />The heat begins to melt<br />Our cares away<br />Its just one night anyway.<br />Its just about sex.<br />I think that is for the best.<br />Just one night<br />And we will both be alright.... <br /><br /><br /><em>(Note: The writer just want to use pen name, due to the sensitivity of her topics. She doesn't want any perverts attentions. - ed)</em>Myke and Christine Guisingahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308871104373616775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388991124075006423.post-79869286665642681302007-01-29T00:44:00.000-08:002007-01-29T00:46:39.096-08:00"I NEED...NEED TO FEEL" by azehrIt gets harder each and every day,<br />Being without you is driving me insane.<br /><br />The 30 minutes I get just isn't enough,<br />I need more, I need to feel your touch.<br /><br />I need to feel your hands upon my body,<br />to feel you drink of me like I'm some kind of hot toddy.<br /><br />To feel you deep inside me would be pure bliss,<br />To feel our hearts beat together, feel them skip and miss.<br /><br />To feel your body pressed against mine as we move together in that age old rhythm of love against time.<br /><br />One day soon this will all come to be and it's then that you will see, that this love and passion that we share is really meant to be.<br /><br /><br /><em>(Note: The writer just want to use pen name, due to the sensitivity of her topics. She doesn't want any perverts attentions. - ed)</em>Myke and Christine Guisingahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308871104373616775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388991124075006423.post-71156977042690984442007-01-28T22:35:00.000-08:002007-01-28T23:35:52.630-08:00"ENTWINED THIGHS" by azehrElectrifying touch <br />Devouring eyes <br />My hunger<br />Methodical breathing<br />Entangled bodies in rhythmic motion<br />Your pleasure revealed in whispers<br />Explicit Intimacy<br />Ecstasy intensifying<br />Pleasure in<br />Pleasure between<br />The moment shared between us<br /><br /><em><strong><strong>(Note: The writer just want to use pen name, due to the sensitivity of her topics. She doesn't want any perverts attentions. - ed)</strong></strong></em>Myke and Christine Guisingahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308871104373616775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388991124075006423.post-50070350490477356682007-01-28T21:22:00.000-08:002007-01-28T22:35:27.110-08:00"A SINFUL DREAM" by azehrHe gently kisses my luscious lips<br />feelin me down, touching my hips.<br />Meaningfully gazing into my eyes<br />trying to keep in the secrets and lies.<br /><br />I give him an innocent lustful stare<br />certainly convinced were a heavenly pair.<br />I glance down at my stockinged thighs<br />and give him my harmless 'take me' eyes.<br /><br />Lightly he places his hand on my knee<br />as we both start breathing rapidly.<br />My legs slowly begin to part<br />pulses throbbling with my quickening heart.<br />Red lingerei with a pettaled rose<br />now on the floor with the rest of the clothes.<br /><br />At this point we both want it bad<br />so we go at it, go at it mad.<br />Screams and moans making it hot tour bodies pleasured,<br />we hit the spot.<br /><br />Passions and standards all have been met<br />we both lay together, soaked on sweat<br />Bodies begin to feel warm and cozy<br />and just when we were all ot of steam i wake up from this sweet dreamMyke and Christine Guisingahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308871104373616775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388991124075006423.post-13065207180035502592007-01-01T22:11:00.000-08:002007-01-01T22:14:00.163-08:00RELEASELove is everywhere...<br />Hindi nga lang kagaya ng previous...<br />kasi mas maganda daw ang kasunod palagi.<br /><br />We just have to learn to let go<br />To appreciate the good things that'll be coming in.Myke and Christine Guisingahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308871104373616775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388991124075006423.post-89244000496071445192006-12-19T19:44:00.002-08:002006-12-19T19:49:28.020-08:00BaNd Of tHe HaNdI'm not quite for administration<br />But I am not an opposition.<br />There are times I may raise some questions,<br />but I am not here to scatter aggression.<br /><br />A message for those they've said wisemen<br />We are not holding each others hand.<br />Don't rock the boat on its voyage<br />Alot of children, future of our nations,<br />seeing negative reaction<br />Is this your own solution?<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Be one with the solution</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Not part of the demolition</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">You are all needed in this creation</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Lets band our hands... Band of the hand.</span></strong><br /><br />I thought your was goal<br />To raise this country from poverty,<br />Where is the UNITY? The DIGNITY? The HONOR?<br />The way it should be done...<br />Let us BAnd our Hand for a cause.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Be one with the solution<br />Not part of the demolition<br />You are all needed in this creation<br />Lets band our hands... Band of the hand.</span></strong><br /><br />We are one?<br />The future stinks!<br />Fuck you all who said you are right ....<br />Fucked!Myke and Christine Guisingahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308871104373616775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388991124075006423.post-35237723303853471052006-12-19T19:44:00.001-08:002006-12-19T19:44:18.039-08:00It<span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Everyone has a reason...</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To be where they are now.</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Lots of questions need to be answered</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">But does It Stop Us there?</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Love can be so painfull...We never learn. </span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Full Moon, Roses and Love Songs Continues to roam.</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">It Started by someone Pass on by time...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">It Started by loving We never know...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">It Started within just within...</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Coffee, Morning Paper & Nagging</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">It's started without knowing.</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Continues and growing</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Father, touch & wonder</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Pregnant without a father.</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">And...It Started.</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">So...it started.</span>Myke and Christine Guisingahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308871104373616775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388991124075006423.post-56367328826266183482006-12-18T22:33:00.000-08:002006-12-18T22:36:31.543-08:00Release<span style="color:#c0c0c0;">walk and time would past...</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Let the tears flow while you can...</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Slap, punch, kick the tree of endless-love</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Do it all rages while you can.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Your pain, let it must go on its way...</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Your gain, a soul that would see it's way</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">and in the end...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">yeah...in the end...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">you would say...</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">GOOD THING IT HAPPEND THAT WAY.</span></strong>Myke and Christine Guisingahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08308871104373616775noreply@blogger.com0