Thomas.John.Hansen's Blog
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uNdEr ThE dOoR oF a DrEaM.
My smile next to yours kept me walking on.My plans stayed shared with the same path az hers.Our own the mortor was amongst many.A anwser to all voiced words convinced we talked.This female's heart reflected my image well in better again setting of the sun.When there was nothing to be done.Joining a decision winning for another purpose other than ourselves after saveing what was truely combined.That a second chance chained and released ment alot.of help.There will be no sound to match the words of noise that will divide us from sight.Takeing from the flash's of time a photo captured us both in fates beautifull image where nothing can change as the smooth'ness of all the rose's flowers.Rain drop slides through a whole memorys core straight to the root in the ground.Last of the words differnces took their deep'ness far.appriaction was only said with a thank you.Seal'd in a friends moonlight daybreak dream. -
...tAkEiNg HeR tHaT fAr FrOm Me.
At the timez i try to think of you somethingz gotta intertrude.Pateints get test'd me and youz.Alwayz on the inside she knew looking at deep at a me.I know the purpose just findz me.Than like that i gotta leave,watched me until i couldn't be seen.All of anything haz to call to me.Am i on a journey or iz it just me chaseing nothing?When she sees me walk away.She hearz me talking out of my dreamz i made into a reality.Here i didn't say a word.Even where i have been somehow all my trackz still have had it'z imprints.So she knowz when i smile just like this.It couldn't have been any different.Then she would realize.The important idealize i have been alwayz been pursueing.A constant beliveable chooseing.Theese dreamz i'am haveing.If i hadn't open'd up maybe from all this i could have woke up.I look to the sky remembering why i will alwayz have to try.To succeed,the wordz must mean more true to me.Unless the everyday still haz to be a unwritten fantsy.My only thoughtz dis-illusioning me... -
oN tHa HaLfWaYz
Don't you know,how i feel about this? How you got yourself at the top of the list. It always felt like you never left. This love,i kept on liveing with. All thoose hugs,i guess i couldn't quit. Makeing me laugh all the way to the next kiss. We have been talking forever,so what's next? Nothing left? So the hands held,both our smiles will do the rest. Female,your bringing more life to this heart inside my chest. Or its the growing stgrength of a powerfull relationship. It's different when i'm all alone. How it's queit here without you,your my thought of silence before the truth.name in the choices i seem to choose. _____________________ -T.J.H -
tHaT pAgE
Current mood:
Ready and load.
drained
More than enough bombs,
that the whole world will see me explode.
My side of the story gots more content,
than how i showed,love dwelled within.
I kept it a secret in my heart hidden.
It is always noticed,
how my voice'ed out words get changed and different.
There was alot that stood out for the unfolded actions.
Deep in the reactions,
of all that i got that halfed of our fraction.
My section and session of time,
by my pattern slowly became the whole word'ed out krime.
With only half it was hard to understand the thoughts of my mind.
So it seemed like i spend'ed my time out of sight.
Still to me i checked that the connection,
at day & night was locked tight.
Didn't help i was late then missed the flight,i looked up.
She's on the plane and i know i can't get that high.
I found my way to meet her on the other side.
So of course she was mad when i got looked in the eye.
"I had to carry this stuff and it ain't all mine."
I loved it,you made me laugh more than i could cry.
The heart,to brain,in my soul,that's the story of my side.
Too many forms,styles,fashions,most of all thoose hearts of emotion.
Iz this story only half?not really whole 'nor complete.
I can only explain that person i named "me".
Alot of places your imagenation can't see.
The biggest speaker in the world,
couldn't play all the words of our unwritten full story.
Half is hers,The other side belongs to me.
Not in declearation,but "oh yeah." there is boundries.
That's why you see me treding slowly,
when i get ask'ed about "her" side of the story.
I just want to explain,to have have the chance to live the story,
that alone meanz more to me.
My dissappearences,only defines my list of thoose differences.
Being lost in my acheivements,like i'm not worrying that i'am more distant.
My feelings and explanations seem to be lost in time.
No matter if i did,or did not try.
An open free function,without instruction is always the same,
Az turning and running.
So it's not enough to be something.
But not close enough to be nothing.
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-Thomas John Hansen