Friday, November 20, 2009

the bitter fruit

beauty is my characteristics
beauty was my feature
destruction is my future
sweetness my bitterness

my movement retrogression
i blossom in pain
pain whispers to me
i run and as i run
i was latched twice

my blood jumped out and floated in air
it came back but didn't enter the same place
it perched shyly on my body
i screamed with pain to their joy

their joy say am bitter
cut her off
she is bitter they said sweetly

i am dizzy
i leave bitter
leaving my sweetness

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

words from a heart

it's 1:34 am
it's cold
cold creeps cautiously covered concretely caressing
can't sleep
my fingers wake up typing unconsciously these words
a frame of you stands shattered in my mind
i wake from my sleeplessness to commute with my mind
there you are
smiling and causing me pain
lit my cigarette
my lungs ache from smoking
but how can i exhale the pain you painted in my heart
we saw that future together
we saw it
i saw it
can't type again
to bed sleepless again
are you sleeping now
i will try to sleep after this stick
it's burning away
my chest aches
my mind aches

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Mr. Mirror

Mirror! Mirror on the wall,
how many secrets does thou hold?

Mirror! Mirror in the bathroom,
are you male or female?

Mirror! Mirror!
would you not tell me how many nakedness thou at seen?

Mirror! Mirrow in the tiolet,
would you not tell me how many bloods have been washed

Mirror Mirror!
allow me a journey into your ears
thus i can hear stories of many past years.

Mirror! Mirror!
tears,joys, fears, warnings to your face
ugliness is beauty
beauty is ugliness

Mirror I wait and think what you know
tell me, Mr. Mirror!

Saturday, November 14, 2009


as i move forward
i look backward
as i feel happy
i feel sad
as i feel loved
i feel hated
as i live
i think i will die
as i pursue my goal
ma goal runs away from me
as i look for love
love turns away
the wind whistles empty news to me
i still hear the worlds
the tree lies down by my bedside
it will not grow again
it will wither
my mind is playing in the air
will pursue it in vain
it's lost
as i seek help
i get the other side
i am lonely
but i will talk to the loneliness
it speaks you know