Voiceless
Friday, May 20, 2005
a mouth
a tool
to speak
but without a voice
a voiceless mouth
merely
regurgitates
words that were once spoken
a voice
that speaks of what others speak
is nothing
but meaningless words
that come from a mouth
without a voice
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 10:26 PM |
a raging storm
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
the sky is overcast
the lightning warns and
the thunderstorm threatens
to capsize any boats in its way
a raging storm arrives
the waves crash
the wind swallows
anything
in any capacity
no matter the size
no matter the importance of the journey
the boats
on the verge of death
some chose to give up
the unfortunate ones were taken whole
or pieces
the survivors
feared the sea
became cynical
cursed the one above
they survived the storm
but they didn't survive as a whole
some parts of them sinked
never to rise again
those who made a choice
to venture forth once again
or even more
and harvest
for those who never did venture
or never dared to anymore
are the real survivors
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 11:44 PM |
another turn
Saturday, May 14, 2005
lost
in this new direction
i looked back
at where i started from
seeking comfort in familiarity
i back tracked
weathered by the storm ahead
i wearily retreated
the only easy day was yesterday
the faces i've seen
the places i've been
words that i've heard
comforting me with their warm embrace
yet
the past was what repelled me to move forward
to a new road ahead
i'm not contented
yet i fear what lies ahead
another turn
another new road
but i would rather walk this path
then not at all
and wonder in amazement
what lies beyond that turn
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 2:57 AM |
pain
another of those moments
harrassing you
and it just wouldn't stop
flashes of the past
arrest the heart
tightening it
till it can't breath
just like those times
you wish
you could turn the hands of the clock around
you should have been wiser
you would have done so much more
it was once yours
now it slipped away from you
you can only look at it
from afar
but never to touch or hold it
all that were left
are nothing but memories
and pain
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 1:09 AM |
I am...
Thursday, May 12, 2005
I'm slim and i'm happy
I'm shortsighted but i'm looking far ahead
I'm down but i'm high
i'm in pieces and i'm picking it up
I'm broken but i'll still be in love
At the end of the day
I'm just gonna move on
and it's all gonna be fine
cos i'm singing my favourite tune
and it's sounding fine
I'm over zealous but I'm sane
I'm lost but I'm hopeful
I'm tired but I'm working
I'm sad but I'm laughing
I'm wrong and I'm sorry
And at the end of the day
life is gonna be pretty alright
Just that I haven't got it all figured out yet
like all other confused bunch around me
What really matters is
i choose my way
and I live it up my way
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 12:06 AM |
i choose to stay
Monday, May 02, 2005
i would have broken down
i would have gone berserk
i would have quit
i would have run away
i choose to stay
to complete this journey set out for you and me
and see you fly away, while wishing you happiness
and fulfil a promise
for sentimental reasons
then see what life still have in store for me
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 11:26 PM |
If only just love is enough
when all has ended
and it doesn't make sense anymore
to look back
at what had gone wrong
and try to remedy it
or patch it all back
a mirror
once broken
cannot be mended
what is left
are pieces of reflections
shining on my face
glaring at me
is a broken face
from a broken heart
the formula was just right
ceteris paribus
but only one went wrong
time
you have no time
i need time
if only just love would be enough
other things being constant
it would have equate
to a happy ending
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 11:16 PM |
