Friday, November 6, 2009
i barely knew the meaning of yesterday before i misplaced you
i may never have the chance to tell you how wonderful you made me feel. so wonderful that it aches. so wonderful that it breaks.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
resilience...or rather i be weak?
i breathed in and all i gasp was air
i shout to repel all the things i could not bare
i tried to listen and all i heard was myself
an empty trembling voice that echoed itself
i convinced me of happiness but all i had was shame
i valiantly scaled summits and all i had left was a name
and fading memories all the same
i shouted my lungs out until the air was through
so i breathed in again and all i gasp was still you
i shout to repel all the things i could not bare
i tried to listen and all i heard was myself
an empty trembling voice that echoed itself
i convinced me of happiness but all i had was shame
i valiantly scaled summits and all i had left was a name
and fading memories all the same
i shouted my lungs out until the air was through
so i breathed in again and all i gasp was still you
Sunday, November 1, 2009
you are the things i would not say, remember, reminisce, miss nor forget.
as we turned us into a baffling rune
i have learnt to love you so soon
as i turned us into an endless wait
i have learnt to love you so late
and as time and fate whisper to me 'never'
i have learnt yet to love you forever
i have learnt to love you so soon
as i turned us into an endless wait
i have learnt to love you so late
and as time and fate whisper to me 'never'
i have learnt yet to love you forever
Monday, October 26, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
quill
i cant remember your face
yet your grace
how your hair interlaced
how it made me haste
every time i gazed...
...i remember still
clinging like a dead agapornis' quill
or maybe i do remember still
yet your grace
how your hair interlaced
how it made me haste
every time i gazed...
...i remember still
clinging like a dead agapornis' quill
or maybe i do remember still
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
learning
the giver of the beggars
the shelter for the drifters
the mender of the broken
the speaker for the unspoken
it is far too easy to fall for you
so teach me aptly the thought of not having
…or else take my hand
the shelter for the drifters
the mender of the broken
the speaker for the unspoken
it is far too easy to fall for you
so teach me aptly the thought of not having
…or else take my hand
Sunday, April 26, 2009
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