you're not alone
Thursday, March 31, 2005
you are going insane?
me too...
the world is crashing down?
same here
hate this place?
me as well...
wanna get away?
i second that...
can hardly breath?
I'm choking too
nobody cares anymore?
I guess so... sometimes...
need some help?
I want some too...
you are not alone...
sometimes
all it takes
is to pull yourself together
and act on your problems
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 1:00 AM |
nasty little slices of things
Monday, March 28, 2005
those nasty little things
thin slices of yellow crispy salty things
sprinkled with tiny crystals of salt and msg
comes in cylinder of red, green, yellow, purple and so much more
keeps you going
one after the other
popping one by one into your mouth
and you can't stop at all
not even when you reach the bottom of the tube
those chipped end of the slices
still savoury
make you pour the tube into your mouth
for those last few miserable pieces of scraps
and after all that effort
you still wanna have more
so you have to stick your tongue into it
and lick it clean
till you can't get anymore of it
except for a wet cardboard tube dripping with saliva
those...
nasty little...
pringles
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 11:48 PM |
middle of the night
late at night
serenity and darkness all around
flipping through an old fashion paper diary
feeding on a little dosage of jazz
basking under dim yellow table lamp light
relishing the soft fragrance steaming from favourite tea
fell into a lull moment of reflection
flashback of memories
silly moments
exuberating highs
depressing lows
bitter sweet feelings
desire to make amends stirs
this chapter must close
to move on
and soar
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 12:55 AM |
how
Friday, March 25, 2005
how to cast aside
the heart wrenching feeling
whenever every single thought leads back to him
how to stop
the preoccupation of missing him
when every single song that rings in your head reminds you of him
how to isolate
the regrets of the outcome
when you envision it to be so beautiful
how to go back in time
and know what was coming your way
and stop it
how to win
when you have nothing to fight against the obstacles
that separates you from him
how to stay collected
when every where you turn to
you see pieces of him, scraps of his words, flashes of his goofy smile
how to move on
when everything means nothing to you
if you don't have him
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 12:41 AM |
10 things I loathe about you
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
I loathe the way you talk to me
and how you make me feel stupid
I loathe the way you don't wash your car
I loathe it when you laugh at me
I loathe your smelly blanket and
the way you read my mind
I loathe you so much it makes me sick
it even makes me rhyme.
I loathe the way you're always right
I loathe it when you boost
I loathe it when you make me laugh
even worse when you make me cry
I loathe it that you're not around and
the fact that you didn't call
But mostly I loathe the way I don't loathe you
not even close, not even a little bit, not even any at all.
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 10:55 PM |
so much
missing you so much that it hurts
thinking of you so much that it eats me
but still loving you so much though it may seem hopeless
wonder if you will ever see it
wonder if you will ever hear it
wonder if doing so much is even enough
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 10:05 PM |
too many wrongs
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
too little rights
to address too many wrongs
too little time
to correct the wrong
it was once so right
and now it has gone all wrong
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 11:59 PM |
journey
Monday, March 07, 2005
It's a long long journey
Till I know where I'm supposed to be
It's a long long journey
And I don't know if I can believe
When shadows fall and block my eyes
I am lost and know that I must hide
It's a long long journey
Till I find my way home to you
Many days I've spent
Drifting on through empty shores
Wondering what's my purpose
Wondering how to make me strong
I know I will falter I know I will cry
I know you'll be standing by my side
It's a long long journey
And I need to be close to you
Sometimes it feels no one understands
I don't even know why
I do the things I do
When pride builds me up
till I can't see my soul
Will you break down these walls
and pull me through
Cause it's a long long journey
Till I feel that I am worth the price
You paid for me on calvary
Beneath those stormy skies
When Satan mocks and friends turn to foes
It feels like everything is out
to make me lose control
Cause it's a long long journey
Till I find my way home to you to you
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 11:59 PM |
Heart Strings
Thursday, March 03, 2005
someone comes along
and plucks the strings of your heart
it resonance with the music in your mind
for a while the tune sings of bliss
every note rings in your ears
like a sweet melody
but the tune cannot be played forever
it pains you
and you wonder
is it worth it to even suffer the pain
or better than not having your heartstrings resonance with someone else's tune in your life time.
you wonder...
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 11:59 PM |
The promise
a promise in this fleeting reality
amounts to nothing
if reality is what people make out of it
the words of assuring constant
cannot be fulfilled
if words can be perverted with time
change... is the only unchanging thing
promise... serves to be a fragile flame standing in the wind
but at least... time can witness... whether the will to stick around can eventually make things happen at the end.
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 11:59 PM |
