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Intentional baby,

You're coming home to me.

You give me fears, fears of love and care.

Intentional baby,

You make lies seem real.

You leave me clueless.

Intentional baby,

You give me aches in pumping organs, like how diarrhea gives aches in tummy.

Intentional baby,

I don't know what keeps me going.

Because I'm blinded and I've stop reading signs.

I'm ill and off mind.

the world is outside time

the deep thoughts of mine

is turning me into someone

i don't want to be

FUCKING SKOOOOOL

@ approx 8.15 p.m today,

The crazy scrambled words you spoke...was a hard it.

Like a fat elephant crashing your inner organs down floor.

You told me 'England, my parents' choice.'

We were walking, hand in hand...to our familiar destination.

I stare blankly into space, watching cars drive swiftly by.

My eyes caught no attention.

Running in my head for the hundredth time already.

So hard to decipher.

Although being told that love does not exist in both anymore.

I still feel the certain connection, the peculiar feeling.

The feeling I cannot explain.

You, I probably despise now, probably in avoidance of,

I have no where else to run.

These feelings, so hard to comprehend.

To the dear sweet salt,

You make everything flavorful. I miss you on my open wounds.Life is bland . I hurt too little, and it makes me hurt. I steal pepper shakers and put them in my pockets but it is not the same. They only make me sneeze. I can't feel alive, and my tongue is lonely. My internal organs are rotting inside me. Ninety eight point six is far from refrigeration. I lack your preserving power.My heart is rotting away and falling off into my stomach acid. I suppose for that I am not hungry. But soon I will have no heart; feed me again?

you move in liquefied grace
as a butterfly
builds rapture in air
lips smiling
electric happiness
in surround sound

weaving music
through closed eyes
you radiate heat
a silhouette of light
painting splendour
in slow motion

loneliness
is but a myth
dispelled by you
glimmering hope
a drawn image of perfection
which ripples
in light and shadow

you set the world spiraling into essence
which lingers to surround you

my heart pounds
bass-lines
and i catch my breath

dancing, you sparkle
you are what happens when music makes love with light

questions kill answers

Memories, I would love to keep.

Tears, I would love to shed.

The many beautiful friends I own, few forgotten, some tarry, others completely lost in utterance.

Beauty; if the world remain at one place, help individuals collect friends and never losing them.

Live telecast from Sydney @ 7.21 am.

Sunrise, morning glory blooms, ferns around.

The way I picture myself to be in 1 year.

The breeze of air, although twelve thousand five hundred and thirteen kilometers far-flung.

Snapping technologies hung over our necks....traveling across beaches...

Taking pictures of the beauty sun, the rocky rocks and gentle soft sands.

Feels the same, at the same ol' place.

Friendship blooms, steps taken two.

Overwrought to abroad.

One more year, just one more year.

humbly we're waiting

here we stand, hurting

it's all wide open

to the lies spoken

you've spoken

"life is essentially meaningless,

still we fear death"

Intimidate by the close-to-perfect look of yours,

The apparent better personality you own,

The explicit countenance smile you have plastered on your face.

Insecurities; brought to another level.

Watching birds fly freely with joy.

Nonsensical thoughts circulates my tiny brain.

Never fulfilling your needs.

I tell myself from time to time.

Demeanors are only demeanors, it doesn't really matter.

Doesn't matter the cloth you cover yourself,

Doesn't matter the excessive powder on your face,

Doesn't matter the language you speak.

The inner beauty you own, that's what matters the most.

Intimidated, I still am....

Footsteps echoes in night's deep

round showered droplets

leaping from leaves

shiny

green

wet

let's walk

echo my thoughts

sit at the window

lean into the doorway

scents

night

blooming

jasmine

wafting, drifting in

lie here with me

watching

flickering perfect

shadows

candles light pathways of thought

trace your glowing body

curves

quiet 

so glad to see you

murmurings

of detail

breathe in

tranquility

I could hear her thoughts

The overloading of extremely atrocious intentions,

The beating organ in my body can't accept.

Always, I thought you were genuine.

Intentions you had, never better.

Words you utter;cryptic messages, never really visible.

Wrecking, you had that in mind.

Boundaries, I will have with you now.

Never too close, never too far.

This is as best as I can do.

You, not who I had in mind.

Disgusting, I feel.

Atrocious intentions, you always had in mind.

May be, I'm thinking....way too much

But love, I own; you can never own again.

Never sharing with you, not ever again.

Papers scattered, I stare up across my room through the window.

Cats and rats running around, howling on top of their lungs.

Listening to Bed of roses by Bon Jovi, I can relate so much.

Thoughts running in my head, feelings I cannot overcome alone.

I'm credulous to the things people say.

Although sometimes the things they say are ludicrous.

I try to insinuate these feelings I carry everyday.

When will I ever learn to be someone so true and obvious?

Probably when the stars die down and when skies turn purple.

pale fire

clouds without water

coloured stars

streetlamps

yellow roses

my room window has become an instrument of death

we all die in ourselves when we cannot forgive the past