all is still at stake
May 31st, 2008 by rhaicoalitionAll is still at stake…
My hands are in itch of spilling it all…
Is my diary ready for a rainfall?
But I can’t find the pen…
And feelings can’t speak what it meant…
From the outside so is the inside…
Just like a rainfall in my window view…
A shadow of you afar in a temporary stand by,
Uncomplainingly waiting for a cue…
Discouragement is dead,
And here I am waiting for morning’s drop by…
But nuisance’s presence is ahead,
And caution box’s sign is goodbye…
And so here I am hanging on my diary sheet,
Heavily breathing, painful is what’s beneath…
Disorder of words, enigma is singing at me,
Answer, where are you? Dying for you to see…
Stuck between confusion and guarantee…
Is my weather status empty?
Is love of lifetime caught a traffic in its car,
Going to give me a ride that’ll heal my scar?
Here we go again, my senses…
Will you pause for a while, numbness?
May 31st, 2008 by rhaicoalition architecture-student-that-loves-fine-arts-stuff, a PERPLEX EXPRESSIONIST (she names herself) and loves to express thoughts -- in literal and in perplex manner... weird is the bottom line |
