Sunday, June 26, 2005

Stars

Humid Roads
Drenched in rain

Random keystrokes
Struggling thoughts

Blanketing my gloom
Awakening from my tomb

Squeezing my heart
Yearning for a new start

Please don't say it to me
I am slain and set free

Blue skies
Beautiful eyes

Heavy breath
Unknown depth

Tiny bright dots
Only your thoughts

Sunday, June 19, 2005

Why?

Why do I feel that I am alone?

Why do I choke in a heavy tone?

It boiled down to a simple idiosyncrasy

It has always been an egocentric tyranny


Is it always the storm before the calm?

Or vice versa the norm?


Why do I yearn for a tear drop?

Why do I always need to get to the top?


I still want to lose myself in your serene eyes

I still want to be noticed in this world full of lies