Saturday, June 30, 2007
Your 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
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
objet trouvé
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
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
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..