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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Track Run. Run further than you can, Step after step, breath after breath Make it round the bend. Never stop running, You'll lose to him. He is already within. Give up, go home, Wail in my bed. Some part of me Just wants to challenge fate. your voice is the soundtrack of my summer~
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Wake Up
Listen girl,
Open your eyes to the sun
Risen in glaring light
Give up that fight.
You say that he really loves you
You're willing to go that way...
But i'm seeing you slip into quicksand
day after day after day.
Dreams have clouded your vision
Heart and mind are blind
The windows to your soul aren't open,
What love is there to find?
Dreams warft like the perfume
Smelt on his shirt, of her.
Stop dreaming,
Why live in vapour?
He changes his mind,
Again and again.
Wake, come now,
Before he brings more pain.
Friday, March 13, 2009
For those who keep saying my blog is emo...
AND that my poems are all emo...
I'm trying to less emo-i-fy myself. XD
Here's an attempt:
It was a long bus journey,
Spent well slept
A dream so sweet,
I wish it could be kept.
A dream of two,
In deep embrace
She buried in his arms
Tears falling from her face
It was a dream he’ll never forget
A dream he’ll forever desire.
Let time prove it all, Like gold tested in fire.
How long would this road be?
Will he forever be alone?
It’s you he wants…
He’ll give everything he owns.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Nightmare
With every girl's dream
Comes a hidden nightmare
A witch will steal her glass shoes
And her unicorn mare.
Cinderella's diary written
Alone by blood and tears;
Before bliss arises
Lives an era of fears.
Prince charming was really
A dirty, unworthy frog.
A statue of a goddess
Was carved of rotting log.
Little Red Riding hood was
Raped by forest elves
And fairy godmother dies
Before the clock strikes twelve.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
The Jester
Painted faces hide
What never should be seen.
Cheorographed moves deny
All entry within.
It's a mystery,
Never to be solved.
Those alive can't tell
How it evolved.
You gave me what I didn't need;
Running when I receed.
You came, synchronized when
You were the last person I wanted then.
His painted face had no eyes
His lips spoke of no lie.
Yet the joke that never came was that
Of a mute muttering his name.
You were there all month-long.
In food, in thought and in song.
Yet today the words hurt to speak
For the treasure he'll so desperately seek.
Living in olivion, you wouldn't know.
What exactly is deep in his soul.
Pain and horror, blood and snow;
Shadows move wherever we go.
Haunted lives will never forget
The jokes of this immortal, not yet.