Motionless Graphics |
Am I not good enough?Perhaps I should stop trying so hard... and the birds stopped chirpingI walked over and said, please sing again?They remained silent.I walked away, the birds started to sing again...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 05:34:00 GMT |
The Dirge |
Playing through the waves of the concrete,through slits of bamboo polesAway are the dead,being carried into the soil.Wash me down the drainpipes,through the canal, into the river, into the sea, to the...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Jun 2008 00:21:00 GMT |
Among the Stars |
Thank you for introducing me to the rainHopping into its puddles was my favourite thenI'm too heavy for it nowI have always admired your unselfishness, Dad.I would never be as virtuous.I guess yesterd...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 23:34:00 GMT |
For She |
The piercing painI could have never imaginedThe silent cries...It never meant to be this wayOr perhaps...The wrinkles around your eyesThey laughed, as you smiledYou looked so sweet and tiredHow I miss...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 05:12:00 GMT |
The river |
Shimmers of little waves drifting by...Silent reflections.The waters have been a true listener.As I sat and stared at the sun,sadness breeds like a disease.My sunken eyes have nothing to say,yet, the ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 22:04:00 GMT |
She |
She has ears too big for her face.Jutting out sideways like scarecrow on a stick.Eyes that look like golf balls,and twig-like fingers thatshe enjoys to crack.No one dares to go near her.Children say s...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 18:32:00 GMT |
Falling Slowly |
You have suffered enough and what with yourselfIt's time that you won Take this sinking boat and point it homeWe've still got time, raise your hopeful voiceYou had the choice, you've made it nowFallin...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 16:34:00 GMT |
Insect |
Their hunting me down like an insectChasing me down like an insectCrushing me down like an insectStamping me out like an insectRunning me down like an insect
Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 16:30:00 GMT |
When theres nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire |
This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skinIt's nothing but time and a face that you loseI chose to feel it and you couldn't chooseI'll write you a postcardI'll send you the newsFrom a house down the ro...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 02:23:00 GMT |
... |
When you want something so much,(It's drawing trouble on your life(And when you found something so good(It's hard to focus on what's rightWhen you found something so good(It's drawing trouble on your ...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 07:26:00 GMT |
