Tonight my dream is yours to have
As I cannot sleep; cannot slip into yours.
My gut is tossing and turning.
My head is heavy on the pillow.
My heart is a million miles away.
Is there no greater cliche than you
And I sharing a dream while awake
And leaving off the midnight wandering
To those who have nowhere to go.
Tonight I have no spark, no juice, no mojo
Only yours, only yours.
And still, I cannot sleep.
You sleep for me.
You dream for me.
Someday you live for me
And I'll sleep.
Copyright 2011 Cristina Cheng
Welcome to Our Humble Blog
a dear friend and i have decided to write again. in an effort to get our creative juices mutually flowing (skip past the innuendo and move on to the meat, yeah?), we've decided to co-author a blog and fill its, er, electronic pages with our work. however, to make things interesting and challenging, we have to abide by the following rules:
the rules:
creative criticism and other forms of comments are welcome.
the week starts tomorrow.
GAME ON!
the rules:
- 1 creative entry per week (7 days) minimum
- said entry must be new, and never before published
- said entry cannot be a review of any sort
- said entry may have no minimum, or maximum number of words
- old entries can be published provided that an introduction with dates is included before the main body of the work.
- failure to write a new entry as defined above will result in penalty for the offender in the form of treating the non-offending co-author to a meal, with drink of course.
creative criticism and other forms of comments are welcome.
the week starts tomorrow.
GAME ON!
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i quite like how bits of confusion and frustration come to play in the beginning, only to be settled by the entity that is 'you'. :p cheesy, tina. but good. :)
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