Sunday, May 24, 2009

she is smoke

words that don't carry any meaning
pain that has no end
life trickles down through her hands
every day is an old day just like before just like tomorrow like yesterday..
strings of heart twined well..tightened up where they were meant to be left loose
and these are just words
this is just a face made of flesh and bones
beneath the soul decays
decays and crumbles down everyday
fears take hold
change to shapes
dreams become nightmares
hopes fade away
ambitions fall behind
steps taken
moving ahead yet pulled behind
this is what meant to be...
she is a smoke left after the burning
she is the ashes after the fire

RESCUED-Jack mannequin
But when it's quiet
Does she hear me?

Jettisoned to the center of the storm

And I'm thinking
I'd prefer not to be rescued

And Oh, I can feel her

She's dying just to keep me cold
And I'm finally numb
So please don't get me rescued


And it's unclear

But this may be my last
I can tell

She's raising hell
To give to me

She got me warm
So please don't get me rescued

And oh say you'll miss me

One last time

And I'll be strong

Whatever you do

Please don't get me rescued

'Cause I'm feeling like

I might need to be near you
And I feel alright

So please don't get me rescued

Sunday, May 10, 2009


GOD I have stage on wednesday!!!

Sunday, May 3, 2009

mind riddles

Honey trickling down with the golden light shining through its sliding layers.
Thick and viscous.

Orange brown like the sun shining through light brown eyes.

A glimpse of the mist inside the maze.
Tiny little smoke particles making random flickering shiny dots.
Sharp-edged sometime cause paper-cuts with deep reds oozing out.

The war which are lost and won.
Sorrows not sad enough.

Wrapped inside the heart-shaped boxes of remorse.
Shimmering patterns of lies on the covers.

Brown husky moths on the inside trapped.
Velvet purples of the evening pains flowing through silver pipes diamond-studded.

A white canvas with invisible colors.
Mind riddles.