Friday, April 9, 2010


Who thought a giggle’s tune could mean so much Without it, I am, Restless. My blood boils through the razor sharp feelings cutting through My fingers running down my face like the bombs annihilating life Hanging and hanging in there, I am, Restless. I wait the days of sleepless night, avoiding the inevitable The phase, for me is nothing but an era, I laugh but linger Consumed like a dog’s meat my
feelings burn, in a hell of psychopathy Striving for empathy, I cry for time to lend me the patience For the time who taught me love in the first place What drives one to suffer, spikes of pain running through me endlessly It’s a giggle’s tune, a hand’s warmth, an eye’s gaze
Just like a dying captain on a ship, I’m in control, I choose to suffer To love you, I tear with a smile, I love you restlessly.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Remains Nameless

I've been going down sunday's beach,
drowning in my jacket.
I've been running sidewalk's every leaf,
with nowhere to look back to.
Steap mountains, can't reach a peak,
soul of mine is dying.
Problem waves rise up to reap,
leaves of God won't help me.
Winter's gone,I'm on my own,
candle lights a shadow.
The darkness moves created by light,
irony, the moment.
A blacksmith screams sleepless nights,
a mirror shows me me again.
Lost in thought, raged in spite.
The people, I don't give a damn.
The people, I don't give a damn.
And I say,
tomorrow waves,
sleepless will I stay?

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Silence is too Loud

This poem was written by a friend of mine

he went for a walk
deep inside the snowy woods
the night was so dark
the snow looked so black

he looked for someone
he found no one
he felt so tired
sleep was nowhere there

he sat on a rock
everything looked bright
so dark, so black

winds moved the trees
snow was falling from the top

he heard them talking
everything about him
what's he doing here?
they said to each other
he couldn't understand

it's dark
it's cold

he sat there looking
to listen he was trying
the wind was still talking
the trees were still wondering

shedding snow
he kept looking
wondering what they were saying

he felt so warm
the dark snow
the cold breeze
gave him comfort and relief

why did he go to the woods
scary place, scary time
he felt so warm
the dark bright woods
he couldn't get back
he can't see where
he felt so warm
he didn't want to get back

just sat at the stone
wondering what everyone's saying
they were talking so loud
not a word he could understand
what is he doing there?
all alone, all by himself

it was his home
it was his paradise
with all the darkness that covered
with all the brightness that glowed
it gave him comfort and relief

should i leave soon, he thought
but that's my home, he thought
it gave him comfort and relief

the rock was so strong
all the snow couldn't break it

he looked up at the sky
it was so dark
it was so far

but there was one star
it looked at him
it gave him comfort and relief
he wasn't alone
everyone was around him
he was at home

everything was so white and so bright
the star shined upon all the snow
the trees were still talking
they couldn't see that star
it was his star
he stared at it

he was sitting at the strong stone
hundreds of trees around him
all shedding snow
all talking and whispering
they were so loud

he took out a cover
lied on that snow
closed his eyes
tried to sleep
but sleep was no where near
he felt so warm
he fell asleep
but sleep was no where near

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Strings of a Violin

A violin player
sounding under a fallen leaf
of a bronze rusted fall
searching for love and other lies
he plays his moves
her eyes wide as flames
no shadow, secrets
a burning obstacle along his tune
the strings are long and thin
one can fall over an edge
listening leaves tear down
laying on a moist floor,
feeling his firm posture on the ground
her dark hair wails, the wooden violin
a moving solid within his hands
curves boil through his bloodstream
and yet the road is left mute

Friday, November 7, 2008

7ajara Waraga Makas

7ajara Waraga Makas
My new blog :D:P
just the random stuff that intrest me really!
you can see it on
and i'm loving it!

Angel of Death in Lust

A lit room is empty,
without the shadow of laughter
sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, lost
some under the soil of a
country they once fought for.
Some fighting in countries
where all language is gibberish
blood shed, on their faces
dripping off their mothers' cheek
bullets shot, through bodies
dead used as new age cartridges
Angel of death picking daisies
"I've seen the men,
young and old
in a haze, rushing
towards an enemy, no
running to me they go"

Monday, November 3, 2008

The Riddle

He sat there.
A pinch of cold stroke him.
thinking, writing, laughing
The space is diminutive,
The clean fragrance within an atmosphere.
Tiles surrounded him.
He sweats as he pushes himself,
nothing, but an odor,
the cleanliness fades.
Boulders of fists,
a splashhe smiles in relief.
Not yet, It's not over.
The smell is striking.
Blood around his body is seen in the color of his face,
until it leaves his naked body.