The beginning of spring brings a soothing light,
blurred only by the fateful memories that shine so bright.
'Would tomorrow be as beautiful?' ,I wonder
For I wouldn't know no matter how hard I ponder.
To relinquish everything that is good,I have no compunction inside
Knowing the past won't be erased and I can't hide.
I could only hope to understand the life filled with tears
As the pain of deceit bred everyone of my fears.
Imprisoned by my own identity,unheard of the various sounds
Piercing through the wind that knows no bounds.
I had taken my last step choosing emancipation over hate
And there won't be another savior to come with a twist of fate.
The wind whispers as my fingers reach out to touch the sky
But alas! my being won't exist when my soul learns to fly.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
WHAT DREAMS MAY COME
The realm of darkness doesn't give any signs that it has boundaries. I wander pathless in this rayless world. It seems the bright sun has been extinguished. I wonder if my destitute of vision is a reality. It was not another ordinary night. In this desolation, my heart was chilled by the selfish prayer of the light. Soon I became conscious of the fact that I wasn't breathing at all.
I hear a faint voice. I run in that direction ,cognizant of the fact that it would be my last hope. My belief was boosted when I saw a vague radiance. There is a woman in a wedding dress, ensconced in an armchair, whimpering, resting her face on her hands. She was the only thing glowing in this isolated pitch darkness. I try to come closer but I can't.
A hand grips her shoulder from behind but I can't see even the contours of the man. She looks up to him with her bright judgmental eyes ,embellished by the pearl-like tear drops. I could see that he was holding his horn-rimmed glasses but the light still couldn't encompass his face even as he draws closer to her. He murmurs ," I could sit here and shed tears with you but the world won't let me be a kid."
He turns around to walk away, folding up the hem of the shirt around his right arm. It became visible that he has a scar of 6 stitches near his elbow. They are the same as mine.
I hear a faint voice. I run in that direction ,cognizant of the fact that it would be my last hope. My belief was boosted when I saw a vague radiance. There is a woman in a wedding dress, ensconced in an armchair, whimpering, resting her face on her hands. She was the only thing glowing in this isolated pitch darkness. I try to come closer but I can't.
A hand grips her shoulder from behind but I can't see even the contours of the man. She looks up to him with her bright judgmental eyes ,embellished by the pearl-like tear drops. I could see that he was holding his horn-rimmed glasses but the light still couldn't encompass his face even as he draws closer to her. He murmurs ," I could sit here and shed tears with you but the world won't let me be a kid."
He turns around to walk away, folding up the hem of the shirt around his right arm. It became visible that he has a scar of 6 stitches near his elbow. They are the same as mine.
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