u t o p i a

He was looked at
dreamed and drenched
with lusts of sincerity

He pretends he cant see me
I can see all angles
why does he not see me?
even when I'm near

Im running
to the sounds of utopia
can u see these horses
they flee me

youre so blind.
you had your chance
you never made it fair
you're so tense
you dont care

im here
deserted
but i can see the ocean
i can still see

.....

but all I see is you

only when

when i stumble upon fears
i can make them dissapear
only by me

when i make my choices
i want them perfect
only by He

when i find my future
i want them discovered
only by me

when i'm made happy
i'll be happy
only By Destiny

At my best

writing keeps my senses acknowledged
its inexplicable. overwhelming when i'm in la mode.
just strike me with a confrontation
i'll write it down for you


when i flirted with this blog, i didnt just want to explain myself
i wanted people to identify
with things i went through

the journey of my hands do sometimes get in the way of complexity
i apologize.
simple is me. i promise
maybe that explains why? that in my portrayed life,
enigma is me

learning is an evolutionary process
living made that crystal
a process of heartaches and births
the mirror of what i see
never what you see
only when you look hard enough
to find those lost images
you will come to terms with my affair
of confusions and doubts

but at my best. i am loved
just let me know

if you can break this glass. impressive
if you can reach me. kudos to you
sayonara

iron angels

writing seems distant at this moment

subconciously i am Inspired.
i just need to rip these iron glass doors open.

Your Big Step?

so when do you take that big step?
its always been there. waiting to be explored
but u never have the strength
nor did you have the consistency

give yourself time
and then you will take in those notes
of power and beliefs

remind yourself..
i am strength
i am faith

objet trouvé

A natural object or an artifact not originally intended as art, found and considered to have aesthetic value

I went through my old laptop folders, and
came across these old poetries of mine.
I found this one particular poem I chalked when I was still in perth..
the comings which marked an epoch in my life.
I remembered where I was and where I wasnt,
what I quenched..and what I abhor

Looking back, I'm GLAD, here.. life has found me.
at this juncture of undoubtful pleasureless pain..
everything I never imagined life would be, but everything my soul had desiderate ..

the life of my own.. my territory. pigmy but mirthful.


Blinded by me

im fighting my world
helping myself see
all the colors outside this window
everyones telling me how beautiful they are
im still waiting
for the day when i can see them

its still raining outside
does it always end like this
or is this just the beginning
another chapter? another story?

i never thought my chapter would begin here
my distorted view of life
my biggest mistake

those beautiful colors
will they ever wait for me...

23:29 12/03/04

The blemishes on her perfect skin

I think I know myself well enough to say that I write best when Im most emotional..For my love of these emotions, and the luring passion of spilling ink onto white paper, here goes my life blurted out for the world to see.

When a person acquires the position of a pedestal…most especially when you have your life played into it, freeing all that you've framed yourself to be, allowing it to take place.. you scratch your head so hard until they bleed despair, in quest of those superior features. Even when you don’t dwell on them, You try every best possible reason not to think less of that person because their light provides an answer to the completion of your missing puzzle pieces. They may seem eminent to you, but underneath all that amiability..lies fraudulence..

There comes that revealment. The truth. Its all so bright you can’t see.

You open your eyes so wide until they reach proclivity..its pitch black . All that you saw has crumbled down into a big black hole. And now, with a multitude of torture,
I climb into my own lacuna..