Selfish
A person desires one thing on his life
No matter how long time will pass it stays on his mind
He didn’t care whether what is wrong and right
As long as that feeling don’t fall behind
His eyes are clouded with dreams, and anxiety is long gone at last
It may seems that his face shows happiness
But the truths on that expression are lies drawn like an art
A mask that you can’t unravel unless his secrets are blown apart
In the morning as he wakes he can’t move on his own
He needs that desire, so that his whole being will react to what he had sown
He will not stop until he reaches the colorful end
A paradise that for most of us is a darkest den
There are reasons why he does things that people don’t expect
Like ending the life of the woman he had missed
He thinks that covering her eyes with nothingness is a test
A problem that he will endure until his last breathe
Regrets
Just got back in here.
My last post was a message to my father.
Me, asking why he didn’t care.
And now I am crying.
Because since he died last May.
Please, forgive ‘papa’ for all of my sins.
I’m very sorry for not
being a good son.
I’m very sorry.
Thinking of you
Makes me cry.
Soon, will see each other again
Me,
You,
And
Mom
Just wait for me ‘papa’ wherever you are.
Please, tell ‘mama’ I love her so much
Just like how much I love you.
Somewhere Over The Rainbow
I always sang
Somewhere over the rainbow
At home I recited
Somewhere over the rainbow
When I am alone, I go
Somewhere over the rainbow
When I walked I hummed
Somewhere over the rainbow
As I woke up I thought of
Somewhere over the rainbow
When I was hungry I sing
Somewhere over the rainbow
Did you notice?
That's the only line I know
Pint Of Hope
Joy in the eyes of a blind man
Is like facing black canvasses
Though he couldn't really run far
But his heart knows real faces
He creates a world for him self
And fails at times when he does it
His body, mind and soul are kept
Simple smile on his lips will fit
Don’t blame him for what he can do
Sitting all day long on his ramp
He is escaping from his foe
Whispering wishes near a lamp
His mind’s filled with colorful dreams
No one can think of his real name
Insanity draws close, it seems
Nothing’s wrong with him being lame
Think of it that he’s more sincere
He tells no lies behind what’s truth
He may not be a perfect ‘sir’
But he’s more mature wearing suit
A Short Story
There was a guy named Nicolo
Future was was so clear on his mind when he was young
Now that he got old. He ended on a blocked road
as he dreamed of it.
Somehow he found himself sitting on a bench
In a park far from home
That was it. He couldn't believe it
He'd traveled on his own at last
Taking a deep breath
He smelled the cool air
mixed with the scent of the cherry blossom around him
Dancing to the blowing wind
That was one of his dream
To reach the beautiful land of Japan
No one noticed him though
The people just walked with the smile on their faces
Even if he tried to talked to them
They couldn't understand him
He knew a little of their language
So, he stayed watching their whole being
He's jealous to the group of friends near him
He has friends but still he felt like he didn't have
A couple held hand
His heart melted thinking why he couldn't have someone
Suddenly, he felt this void on his chest
The surrounding made him sad
It couldn't no longer draw a smile on his lips
A tear fell from his eyes as he stood
He was pulled by this feeling
That he needed to get back from where he's born
In one step he's already on the front of their house
It didn't surprise him at all
What surprised him was the people
Sitting on every table, holding cards and cups
Just like from the park
He's like an invisible as he walked in to the door
He saw his father sitting on a chair near a coffin
Nicolo wandered why his father was crying
Did someone died that he didn't known of?
Curiosity struck him so he walked closer to the white box
As he looked down to the glass covered casket
Tear fell down again on his cheeks
Why he was seeing himself?
He couldn't utter a word. It was really him.
Upgraded
Bathe on blood
Soak in tears
Torn to death
Drawn by fears
The day ends
New night starts
Joy is killed
Saw no stars
He seeks ports
Same as old
Mind on wrath
Die on the spot
Yeah
it sucks
Men
no hacks
Can't
jump high
Can't
sing right
Can't
write well
Can't
speak
No word can tell
Chaos he is in
Sleeps in pain
Life ends in its own way
Please, stay by my side
Who would say that to him?