Count down.
Exhilaration, anticipation, and emotions I cannot read.
Darkness and mumbles.
Outbursts of rainbows and delight.
I do not feel it.
For rather than the appreciation of colors,
I was gazing upon the stars.
The lonely stars.
Reminiscing my promise to you under the stars.
Have you forgotten?
I will keep my promise
for I am a man of my words.
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Ethereal
Alluring, prepossessing, exquisite.
Innate, genuine , unpretentious.
Staid, I am
Time passes,
Intimacy of ephemeral,
Ineffable.
Laving dew.
Innate, genuine , unpretentious.
Staid, I am
Time passes,
Intimacy of ephemeral,
Ineffable.
Laving dew.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Cake
A piece of chocolate cake
on my far-edged computer table.
it attracts me.
But I have yet to have my spoon.
It would be dirty
to hold the cake with my bare hands.
on my far-edged computer table.
it attracts me.
But I have yet to have my spoon.
It would be dirty
to hold the cake with my bare hands.
Hah! I guess I will just wait.
wait for my spoon to arrive.
wait for my time to arrive.
wait for you.
It appears that,
a piece of chocolate cake
is not as easy as a piece of cake.
wait for my spoon to arrive.
wait for my time to arrive.
wait for you.
It appears that,
a piece of chocolate cake
is not as easy as a piece of cake.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Afterall
A road without streetlights.
An eagle without wings.
A box without a base.
A book without pages.
A fish without water.
a man without air.
a test without timing.
Faith without consideration.
A world without color.
It is still darkness,
Afterall.
An eagle without wings.
A box without a base.
A book without pages.
A fish without water.
a man without air.
a test without timing.
Faith without consideration.
A world without color.
It is still darkness,
Afterall.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
pieces of my heart.
If I could cut out pieces of my heart,
and sell it.
What would it feel like?
Would it feel sad?
Would it be pain?
I don't really care, but
I am sure those pieces are not even worthy.
Nobody will want them.
Not even worthy,
to you.
and sell it.
What would it feel like?
Would it feel sad?
Would it be pain?
I don't really care, but
I am sure those pieces are not even worthy.
Nobody will want them.
Not even worthy,
to you.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Red
Since when,
did it rain blood in my world?
All the grass growing on the endless land
are being dyed red.
The wind that usually touches my skin,
is now sharpened, bringing the smell of blood lust.
The sun,
freezes at sunset,
making the clouds burn on fire.
Its all red.
did it rain blood in my world?
All the grass growing on the endless land
are being dyed red.
The wind that usually touches my skin,
is now sharpened, bringing the smell of blood lust.
The sun,
freezes at sunset,
making the clouds burn on fire.
Its all red.
slack
Why?
Just why?
I can read through things easily,
but my vision gets so blur.
My mind can react to swift actions ,
but my body just won't move.
Why can I understand excessive knowledge,
and not be able to perform them?
I'm just so pissed.
I would be a lot better off,
If I was stupid.
For the hatred, darkness, sorrow, pain and fear,
I wouldn't even understand if met.
A lot happier I will be at.
so deep...
thou shall not understand too.
Just why?
I can read through things easily,
but my vision gets so blur.
My mind can react to swift actions ,
but my body just won't move.
Why can I understand excessive knowledge,
and not be able to perform them?
I'm just so pissed.
I would be a lot better off,
If I was stupid.
For the hatred, darkness, sorrow, pain and fear,
I wouldn't even understand if met.
A lot happier I will be at.
so deep...
thou shall not understand too.
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