Life in bLoGspace!

My absence from the silence has really made me brood over my lazyself from here. But, I do frequently write offline. Just that.....reasons beyond reasonable doubts! GuLp!
Anyway, I am here and I take this opportunity to thank all those who has been regularly popping in and out of my page! Thank you!

Since my last bLoG on the title "Chronicles of mebefree", I had been scribbling another version of my life as a bLoGger and here it is after some months of mind-boggling. Guess I should step up and post out!

It is the surfing,
Mostly about writing,
The words of phrases,
They came in with praises!

It is what's in your mind,
About what you find,
Along came the friendship,
Something you ably seek!

It gets you into links,
They certainly make your heart sing,
Not much in the verses,
But a lot more than it really does!

It is some kinda profiling,
Nothing more to be preaching,
Probably it is an anatomy,
Might have been a sanctuary!

It comes in many forms,
As you boldly go beyond,
It gets you skin deep,  

When you just couldn't sleep!

It is all that you'd say,
Putting the happenings into essay,
They are there to stay,
Whatever come what may!

It mustn't get you into more stress,
You might forget that you needed rests,
Remember to log off just in case,
B'Cos your Life is in bLoGspace!

In our bLoGosphere

A puzzled poem posted @one of my Yahoo360 friend's space. 
No title and no pix. Enjoy!

We sit and we type,
and we stare at our screens.
We all have to wonder,
what this possibly means.

With our mouse we roam,
through the rooms in a maze.
Looking for something or someone,
as we sit in a daze.

We chat with each other,
we type all our woes.
small groups we do form,
and gang up on our foes.

We wait for somebody,
to type out our name.
We want recognition,
but it is always the same.

We give kisses and hugs,
and sometimes flirt.
In ICQ we chat deeply,
and reveal why we hurt.

We do form friendships,
but why we don't know.
But some of these friendships,
will flourish and grow.

Why is it on screen,
we can be so bold.
Telling our secrets,
that have never been told.

Why is it we share,
the thoughts in our mind.
With those we can't see,
as though we were blind.

The answer is simple,
it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems,
and need someone to tell.

We can't tell "real" people,
but tell someone we must.
So we turn to the puter,
and to those we can trust.

Even though it is crazy,
the truth still remains.
They are Friends without Faces,
and odd little names.