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
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Gone are the smilesGone are the silly grins
that you kept fro everyone
Gone are the warm voice
that you spoke with everyone
Gone are the smiling teases
that you gave to everyone
There are only frowns
that you gave no one
There are only hostility
that you gave no one
There are only cold radiance
that you kept for no one
For I used to be everyone
Now I am no one
And all because I still exists
The mistakes we do to and make to our best friends..
the muse whispered @
6:51 PM
The Train Nappers
The only reason i sleep
is so i dream of her
The only reason to be awake
is to talk to her
for sleep serves no other reason
for being awake has no other purpose
Resting your head on the hard glass
But there's always a shoulder by your side
Yet the glass is the only acceptable support
What happens if i offered my own?
Would you look in disgust?
Or
Would you rest on my side?
the muse whispered @
6:36 PM
Needles of the sky weaver
Sewing the cloth of life
with the threads of love
Sitting in the raised platform
white top, grey bottom, red cover
Could the black cloth of night
be turned to white instantaneously
could the cold of winter be
replaced by summer's warmth
Could she have sewn the stars
on the black of the sky tonight
hanging each one afar
Providing some beauty,
some glimmer of hope.
i initially forgot who the subject was about.. den it hit me and i did remember. it was about the gal from my dreams.. and i mean really literally.. the dream which i recorded played itself in reality.. so i showed her my dream book (which i have no idea where), and she freaked out and i never went out with her anymore.
the muse whispered @
3:46 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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