Oh! valentino
how could love speak so harshly
leaving me empty
oh! valentino
how does love glitter at night
the way stars do?
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
even if i bury my soul in the ground
and wait for it to suffocate and die
will it ever change the truth?
even if i lost my spirit in the darkness
and wait till it totally vanish
will it still hide the truth?
all that may left me are unbearable lies
chasing me from death to birth
how will I ever see the truth?
and wait for it to suffocate and die
will it ever change the truth?
even if i lost my spirit in the darkness
and wait till it totally vanish
will it still hide the truth?
all that may left me are unbearable lies
chasing me from death to birth
how will I ever see the truth?
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
monday
Earlier, when the sun was up and the streets busy, and the people rushing, the pain and rage was on fire.
Later, when the rain calms down and the streets flooded, and the trees all damp, that pain and rage will sudside..
bathed by the heavy rain like the tears pouring down her rosy cheeks... it would flow, it would swim away, it would be gone..just like the rain.. after a long busy day..
Later, when the rain calms down and the streets flooded, and the trees all damp, that pain and rage will sudside..
bathed by the heavy rain like the tears pouring down her rosy cheeks... it would flow, it would swim away, it would be gone..just like the rain.. after a long busy day..
Thursday, August 12, 2010
AUGUST DEADLINE
the time machine must have malfunctioned
living the earth cramming in frustrations and delays
Few sips of coffee ends your morning
Empty tummy starts the day's work
Day and night
Seems like a single hour
August must have gone mad with the rest of the months
living the days jumping over each other
day 1 then comes day 30
a heavy days work leaves you motionless
At night when sleep hardly visits
a silent desperate prayer leaves your thought in darkness
morning comes with eyes popping like frogs
the world must have gone crazy
sensing its near end when things must vanish
and another world shall give birth
living the earth cramming in frustrations and delays
Few sips of coffee ends your morning
Empty tummy starts the day's work
Day and night
Seems like a single hour
August must have gone mad with the rest of the months
living the days jumping over each other
day 1 then comes day 30
a heavy days work leaves you motionless
At night when sleep hardly visits
a silent desperate prayer leaves your thought in darkness
morning comes with eyes popping like frogs
the world must have gone crazy
sensing its near end when things must vanish
and another world shall give birth
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