Thursday, February 7, 2008
Usher in the Chines New Year '08
Hand in hand we climbed a mountain
to reach the peak of our abilities
A test of strength and endurance
we stopped mid way, particular pleased
While you took a sip of the devilishly red liquid
I took refuge in my orange nite, an unpotent duo
Still feeling dissatisfied, we took out the same poison
which Juliet drank to reunite with Romeo
If this was what she died for, she must be in bliss
Just the though of the last night they spent together
must have been intense enough for her to live a lifetime
in sweet reprise, always with him and her
The intoxicating cocktail of your faint perfume and warmth
cooled by the blowing wind and warm breath
The same way the ears are sensitive to words,
its the same when your silent lips whisper to the deaf
They are still heard, even louder than usual.
The soft and hard breath as you gasp for more air
the eyes, lookin up to the heaven
the palms together, a devoted pilgrim praying
with our the lips, we too prayed as i'm leaven-ed
and i thought we can't find any water in this mountain
but we did,and the stream flowed for a while before it dried
and we when we were rested enough
we took our oxygen for one last time
as we enjoyed the scenery together
we then descended from the place to mysteriously sublime
the muse whispered @
11:13 PM
i just realised that i have left this blog hanging for so long.. so here's new post for those who even read it in the first place.. you guys rock..
the muse whispered @
11:01 PM
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Crystal heart
You held the flowers i gave
as you would a new born child
yet you handled my heart
just like an unbreakable stone
an object immune to being hurt
but you forget there never existed a diamond heart
each one is like the fragile glass
just like the exoskeleton of marine life
it is the only form of protection for its fragility
yet, somtimes, some manages to pierce it
filling it with euphoria
before the shock and pain
injection the sedative before injecting the poison
the muse whispered @
2:54 PM
How do i
How do I trust my heart
when i don't even trust myslef
When i first saw you,
i thought you'll be a passing cloud
providing some shade to the cracked earth
yet you stopped, gave rain to the dry earth
and then you decide to leave
cos it seemed that it's the same
you accidentally tripped me
and now, i cant forget that little cloud
with a self belief tat i can cover the whole sea
well, now i cant forget the little cloud
who provided me some life and touched the earth
even if i wanted to release it from my mind
the muse whispered @
2:48 PM
2 days before 8-6-04
the white stripes on pink of black
that seems to insulate your heart from me
Every fleeting minute, my mind posess
it wonders to your name, your face
wanders to your lips, your smile, your dimples
it replays your laughter as you recall a memory
the way your hair rests on your shoulders
They say that the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest
but i know it also has the shortest effect
for now i long for its bitterness
for i know that bitterness lasts longer than sweetness
and that i have tested sweetness for far too long
and that sweetness has no real value without bittery
the muse whispered @
2:36 PM
Sunday, April 29, 2007
lizious
in life sometimes we wait too often
too long and sometimes, we wait wrongly
we follow the wrong direction
and we get lost unwittingly
We shed too much tears
cried out too many cries
for something which might never last
something invisible to the eyes
for only the blind can see
and we wonder why we experience
the pain and sorrow
crying like there's no tomorrow
i did things which i never wished i did
yet it can't change how i feel
no matter how my head debates
my heart retorts with nonsense
nonsense which makes perfect sense
yet i do nothing to you
cos i have my limits
i'm jus a friend u lean on
who u can just laugh with
and whom u lie to your boyfriend
the muse whispered @
12:54 PM
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Without You
Like the 6 coloured rainbow
& The cloudless blue sky
Like the body without its soul
& The dove who cant fly
Like the sun without its light
& The starless black canvas of night
Like the candle without its wick
& A doctor who can't help the sick
Like a dictionary who has lost its meaning
For my life has become the wordless dictionary
full of nothing, a void of meaning
Without you by my side
the muse whispered @
2:37 PM
His Soul
22
Male
The Soul
This is the 3rd volume of my poetry. The other 2 being lost in the world. The second one I think is with this girl named rabia(itz the shorter version, i dunno the longer one), though I think I'll never get it back.
These are poems i wrote for the wind
But before, they were for people
But they always got stuck under my skin
And never have they been unfurled
His Body
His mind and body
archives
April 2007
May 2007
February 2008
credits
Designer:
pinkuyuki
Editor:
pinkuyuki*
Image:
deviantart
Heart In Sync
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