Friday, May 8, 2009

Monologue

Serenade me with songs of hate,
tattered with my bitter fate.
Scream out loud with horrible pain,
a symphony that would drive me insane.

Sing a song of mourning and death.
Sing it 'til you're out of breath.
Orate a poem of lasting sadness,
a masterpiece that's filled with madness.

Vocalize what you feel inside you.
Don't stop 'til your face turns blue.
If you hate the world then shout out loud,
"I hate the world and I am proud."

Late Resolution

Dusk of year in my mind, away; but still there.
Yet it is far, so easy and so calm.
But near of time; when trace not found in palm.
A rusty mind cover the words of fear.
As it dwell in wreckage; erase the past.
The lethal lava melted the reason,
wickedness enlarge the hurt of season.
Behind the ornament of shining dust
oath was wrote over the leaflet; white clear
A thought of change had changed to change the
changed.
Dreams slow, veto reach through the law of change.
And eyes of lame refuse to sight the ere
For nothing, no one makes a life so clean,
of blind, hope long impossibility was condemned.

Enough

Walking into the desert
With pure sand in sight.
A dreadful feeling, a rush for life
rumpus emerged into the body,
an oasis was found to purge
my worries.

But what did I find?
As stagnate nature,
it was just a burglar who stole my emotion.

It made the place stale,
an immutable feeling.
A grip of blood on teh ground and
I found myself, bleeding.

But I must inhume the shodow,
And this immortal kind of pa in.
And forget the burglar who took up piece of myself
I must open my umbrella in the middle of the rain.

Arrow

In the midst of desperate sorrow,
here comes a firing arrow.
Aiming to strife the bull's eye,
in an unrhymed wind that is in rage.

Storm-gust is in my sight.
Undetermined pulse is in the heart.
Without vision, I can't contain,
to pursue this dream into reality.

An arrow appeared to be me,
no one knws where I'll be.
Just the Almighty Archer directs me
to the fullest extent I'll be.

I do long to endure this pain,
not to fall and stand still again,
All I can do is to bend mu knees and pray,
and draw out the best in me.

Insanity

I feel like dying,
from all the problems that made me feel blaming.
It's very complicated from what I'm feeling,
that's why all I do is writing.

Writing makes me ease the pain,
the pain I felt when I'm insane.
I can't hurriedly write when I'm not insane,
so thank God for the experience that I gain.