Love is a losing game. One I’m scared to ever play.

For you I was a flame
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came
Love is a losing game

Why do I wish I never played
Oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand

Self professed… profound
Till the chips were down
…know you’re a gambling man
Love is a losing hand

Though I’m rather blind
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind
Love is a fate resigned

Over futile odds
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Oh Ms. Winehouse… I am going to miss you…
-Oro Continua

 

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The hair,the cat eyes… and that Soul!

Oh that beehive…. It will live forever… And there will be no other like it.

Music had been so boring until her true persona hit that stage at the 2008 grammys.

Remember?… the time she screamed for Blake in the middle of that song.

Her true soul created a fire that had been missing from the music world;

And though they wouldn’t let her leave the country,

The live stream performance was anything but disappointing.

It was more painful, more real, and in the most ironic sense more liberating.

She opened up the doors for all those singers who had too much emotion

to act like they were another blonde pop star.

“Her little dresses brought stares from everyone…”

“Hey little Amy, why did it end wrong?”

-Oro Continua

Enjoy your ways.

Sonnet to the windblown soul.

How could I say I am not going to miss this multi-dimensional painting? All those marvelous images no human can ever attempt to create. In the hall, all the spontaneous moments, the joyful times, the laughs, the frustration, the sad days, and every serious talk I was blessed to experience. So many memories… Getting to know new personalities. And even times like the day I sat on that old sofa, closed my eyes, and tried my best to not fall apart. I may not know where I’m going, but that loses importance when I allow myself to be thankful that I keep on learning about life through God’s grace.
Meanwhile, as He teaches me new things everyday, I ask that every lesson will stay as fresh as if I’d learned it today. And every time I feel afraid, I will pray for guidance. So that God will help me to always conquer the fear, and remind me that every lesson he has allowed to happen will be with me for the rest of my life. Life is tough. The ways through which we truly learn are harsh. But we should be the happiest when God shakes us a little bit to wake us up from the nightmares in the world. He cares for us, and does everything possible to make us be in the right path. We must listen to Him.
I thank God for everyone I met, and every friend He allowed me to meet. I would be lying if I said I fully know every one of them, for I barely even know myself. Therefore, I will do the same as I do with myself…pray.  I pray that God will be with them, and that He will grant all of them with the strength only He can provide; the kind of strength that nothing can destroy. For I know that every time I have been close to letting go of Him, without Him picking me back up, I would not have made it through.
I pray to never forget sitting here, in front of this ellipse, watching the mountains peak from the windows on my left, and seeing all my peers come out of the class I failed. For all of this has taught me to be thankful of the good, the bad, and the ugly. So even though I have no idea where to go, and I am clueless of what to do next, I know is that God’s blessings around me will always be there, even when my eyes decide to blur them out.
Thank you for one more intense lesson…
No matter how unbearable my ride gets, I will not fear. I am now able to look around and let every single spark of color God has allowed in my life surpass all my worries and concerns. Into the deep I go… floating and moving by faith alone.

The same way the mountains are both soft and strong… There is always another side of the story when it comes to what you know of someone’s life.

So I sketched…

-Oro Continua