*a Little While Eternal
Tell him i love to make these words
a song with his luscious lips...
and make the rhythm of my heart
be mellow music to his ears.... more »
The beauty mirrored upon my hands
was bound to pen my wasted days;
these hands that envied Browning's
" How do I love thee.. let me count the ways"... more »
I love him that never loved me
till love turned to drifting wind in my dream.
I weep for him that never wept for me
till tears became cold snows in my dream.... more »
*game Of Generals (将棋)
My heart is up for quite some beats
Im trading silvers and golds.
The generals, knights, and bishops meet
To fight for love fate sadly holds.... more »
*heart, Believe Me
Heart, believe me.
That was just a night...
How fool it is for my mind
to linger his words this way;... more »
*in His Eyes
In his eyes are empty wells
where waters only flow endless
when I stare;
and in his eyes are dark skies... more »
The hands that write what lips would dare not say
and eyes that mock what mind would dare to play
of nights lost in the deepest thoughts of him
that dares to say the holiest name of names.... more »
Weeping for ones who in darkness lie,
the ones who in distress have sold their helpless souls;
for ones who have been born only to die...
perhaps for ones they never knew at all.... more »
..To Be Forever With You Never
When I was but a withered leaf,
where art thou my love?
When air was scarce, I hardly breathe...
When I longed for you to be there,... more »
A Convent Of Goodbyes
A convent of undead thoughts,
A cloister of lyrics.
An abyss of unrecalled
Verses. Free verses... more »
A Separate World
A world within this world...
a world apart from this;
apart from all forms void of peace...
from turmoil, grief, from morbid space.... more »
A Willing Prey
As if a hungry lion could tell a lamb
to stay away and run,
I could not to you.
How could I? I need you.... more »
A Worn-Out Repertoire
Tired of hearing
the monologue of my head;
consuming every thought,
corroding every memory,... more »
Across The Road
To cross or not to cross
was all I thought
when I saw her face across the road.
Her eyes was set as though she lost her soul,... more »
She's a flower in the desert
thirsting for the living water;
Her petals start to fall
with the burning sun scorching her,... more »
An Epilogue To Faith
What am I without thee?
What will I be?
Oh just but dust;
to dust shalt I return.... more »
Another Epilogue To Faith
If thou can move mountains
canst thou move my heart for me?
That it may beat the way it should be.... more »
When laughter could not spell the feeling, don't.
When smiles are script you know so well, stop.
When pillows cease to be stones, stand;
for to escape mourning, one must mourn.... more »
I touched your hand,
so good it felt with mine;
unnatural, I could but smile.... more »
To cross or not to cross that bridge
I sat, as my hair and my thoughts go against the rage of the wind.
I told the skies I'd lend him a portion of my stars for he has none.
He ignored me coldly.... more »
Is an eye a distraction
to the souls whose owned by the heavens?
When their eyes met, did others notice
that their souls have warred, yet their hearts united;... more »
I used to envy her.
When she walk, the butterflies
and all the eyes go with her.
Her lips have danced... more »
I painted all my life...
just to be praised by the world.
Till you came - like the heat of the flame,
you stayed with me to hold.... more »
one blissful night...
you crept inside my soul;
you stole my heart and went away... more »
Dance With Me
Your shadow danced over my head
a classical ballet;
filling my heart with treading steps
in a renaissance play.... more »