To Whom It Concerns...

To whom it concerns
my work will be late
it's felt on my pancakes
that's stuck on my plate

To whom it concerns
my mother made me write this
and I'm just a kid
so how could I fight this

To whom it concerns
I lost my assignment
maybe I'll get lucky
solitary confines them

To whom it concerns
I'm great with the ball
but guys don't watch tomboys
when they're cruising the hall

To whom it concerns
I just turned 13
too short to be quarter back
too plain to be queen

To whom it concerns
I'm not made of steel
when i get blind sighted
my pain is quite real
I don't mean to squawk
but it really makes me sick
I just thought I'd mention it
To whom it concerns

My Flowers

Lilies and sunflowers

tulips and roses

those are my favorite flowers

those has shown my true love

I love lilies

lilies are so white

and yet they're gorgeous

and they are pure too

I am a god's creature

who needs the sunlight

that is why I love sunflowers

as they are so rich

Tulips are colourful

and they're pretty too

I like to see them

together in a bouquet

A girl need to be loved

and a girl loved to be pampered

roses that I like

are roses in pink

I like flowers

I like their colours

I like the meanings

which in life that they bring

Kasih Dahulu

Dahulu kau adalah bintang

bagai kejora di langit nan tinggi

ku sanjung budimu beralaskan kasih

sumpah ku cinta sepenuh jiwa

Dikala hidupku gelap gelita

tiada mentari menyinar dihati

kufurku pada nikmat kerana ku lupa

sejenak...

duhai sayang cinta tanpa iktikad memang sukar untuk bersama

Maafku pinta wahai kekasih

pulangkan hatiku demi dia

ampunkan salahku redhakan ku pergi

percayalah kasih hati ku pun terluka

moga cinta akan datang lagi

singgah dihatimu suatu hari nanti

kerana aku harus pergi tinggalkan dirimu

akan ku bawa memori biar tanpamu disisi

Usah kau salahkan dirinya

kerana khilafku akulah puncanya

sumpahku tidak pernah kuduga

andai cinta lain melewati hatiku

Seruanku pada alam dingin nan kaku

doaku pada tuhan agar kau sejahtera

yang berlalu itu sungguh ku kesali

namun ku hanya insan yang mampu berdosa

Maafkanlah wahai kasih

janjiku tidak melupaimu

akan ku kotakan seluruh hidup ini

kerana engkau kasihku dahulu

Alone

Memories come to me, bitter and sweet...

on a cloudy day or the brightest day

As I'm sitting alone on the bench under the tree

the wind blows softly as I sing my song

what a day!

just like in Chicago I've heard

the windy city of America

the city that I would love to see one day

so lovely as people cherish the weather there

it's only an imitation of a lovely feeling

that I could pretend to have right here right now.

As I sit here all alone

like a loner in the biggest town

I see people rush around to the right and to the left

Only better this time

the sun is so kind

pouring its wonderful light during the day

the day like today that I enjoy all by myself

if only everyday could just be like today

I promise to myself that I wont stop smiling

As I close my eyes and lift my hands together

to tell The Almighty how great He is?

I could taste the air so fresh and so cool

Suddenly I'm caught up in the moment

as if I fly very high in the sky

and the silent moment like the one in the morning

It makes me like to be alone

since it's good just to wait and wait for the night to show up...

Truth

Shadows on the wall

sketches on the floor

those are just pictures

those are just stories

every part has a reason

to those eyes that may see

If there's a problem

people tend to talk

people tend to meddle

Like musics and lyrics

a child needs his mother

one memory is painted

and another one is disappeared

a man need others to live

for a door to be opened

for every joy that we may share

for everything we do

we turn around to each other

walking side by side

as it says in every book we read

Life is a game that we play

and life is a long journey

one man is born and another man dies

would we just stop living if we knew when we would die?

time will keep on ticking as we breathe

and sun will go up and down as the world keep spinning

would He listen and would we keep on praying?

this is life and it is our journey

ain't that the truth for every soul...

Suratan

Di saat hujan gerimis

ku undang memori luka cinta kita

doaku pada penciptaku

moga diberikan cinta untukmu

kerana hatimu terguris sudah

kerana tingkah ku melukaimu

Tiada ku menduga kisah kita

bagai badai dilaut biru

hancur hatimu bermusim sudah

maafku ucap berkali ku pinta

lupakan sayang pasrahkan ku pergi

cinta kita yang dulu tidak bersatu

Sonata ku tulis kukirim untukmu

agar kau mengerti mengapa ku pergi

panggilan ku sahut kerana ku akur

tak mahuku terlanjur di jalan yang kelam

duhai kasih permata hatiku

andai bisaku putarkan waktu

tidak mungkin kita bertemu

tiada cinta untuk kau dan aku

kerana akhirnya kau akan terluka

Suratan tertulis disebalik langit

dari dia ku pohon keampunan

sekali lagi kupinta kau akur

seperti ku jua hatiku hancur

sekali lagi kupinta kau lupa

akan diriku usahlah ditanya

Another Confession

I think I saw a light

It was late and It was after midnight

I don't know if it's wrong or if it's right

But I'm sure all the things that I can fight

It's a triangle of a confusing emotion

If I don't fight it I will stuck in complication

I don't want to be in this situation

As I don't have a clear intention

This is life full with joy and sorrow

we pray and we do good for a better tomorrow

We need each other like the bow and arrow

Life is hard too, so I keep it low and I keep it slow

Love is a real funny little game

some do it for the faith and some do it for the fame

It's a beautiful thing like a picture in the frame

If we fall in love it's no one to blame

I am just a little girl who wants kisses and cuddles

who desires flowers, diamonds and pearls

though there will definitely be fences and hurdles

I still want love with no lies or riddles

When I am in love with a person

I write him a song as to my perfection

and paint him a picture just to show my affection

Oh god please help me because this is my real confession

To Whom It Concerns...

To whom it concerns
my work will be late
it's felt on my pancakes
that's stuck on my plate

To whom it concerns
my mother made me write this
and I'm just a kid
so how could I fight this

To whom it concerns
I lost my assignment
maybe I'll get lucky
solitary confines them

To whom it concerns
I'm great with the ball
but guys don't watch tomboys
when they're cruising the hall

To whom it concerns
I just turned 13
too short to be quarter back
too plain to be queen

To whom it concerns
I'm not made of steel
when i get blind sighted
my pain is quite real
I don't mean to squawk
but it really makes me sick
I just thought I'd mention it
To whom it concerns

Is Love Still Great?

So calm in the water

It's cold as if it's snowing inside me

For a heart is ill

As fidelity has no more place in love

How love is going to live

Even in the grand kingdom Would it shine again?

Love at the highest peak

at juncture which love sometimes would fade away

Love that comes just for a little while

Like a shady tree and the five o'clock shadow

Like a story in a dream of love and romance

Is love still great?

To give in to one's fate is for me to learn

As quickly as to heal the wound

Though the reality is not too pretty

For fear to fall for it again

Wouldn't stand another battle in this rival

Is love still great?

As I am not at the beginning to start a new game

with doubtful thoughts swinging in my mind

So peaceful in the water

the stream is edging so gently

Once a morning dew drops and it's crushing me

For there is no goodness in life anymore

thus to walk alone again seems so much sufferring

Is love still great?

The Voice Of A Pure Lover

My heart and soul do not lie

As only your name is written there

I have sworn before and I'll do it again

Only your name is written in my heart

My heart and soul do not lie

But at times I'm just being a fool

Thus hate I feel for a second

As love razzed by emotion

Seems to me it's impossible though seasons may change

to amuse the heart that full with wrath

But then when two hearts is falling apart

love just has got to be stronger than ever

It's the voice of a pure lover

feels to me like an angel is singing

For this I am no liar

Though I'm haunted with cupidity

Like an angry king on the throne

With desire is a master of me

Then I must confess

Deep inside my heart

I still want you

As a lover who loves

Only your name is written in my heart

As I promise to love you

I will always be there with you

For as long as I shall breathe

Cries

There is a girl and she lives without joy

Her broken mirror just scaterred on the floor

How she couldn't paint her face

Could she still smile with tears in her eyes

Like a silky white scarf without any colours on it.

As she sleeps on her arms she does a puzzle

though her bed is gold with a rug of diamonds

Why can't she sleep as she closes her eyes

with wild butterflies in her little stomach

like a wild beast track with curve as of river is her only path.

Like a caretaker of a heavenly garden with beautiful flowers

The girl has been watering them like a generous waterfall

Yet the flowers still falling down withered to the earth

She cries again with frangipani in the morning

with bees and beetles long for the sweet taste of honey.

with all heart and soul the girl keeps crying

knowing that she sails in the ocean of fire

hanging to a candle boat with paper sail with strings

Like an old shady tree stands out its boundry

with crossed roots and bushes around it.

As she already knows of a broken heart

with words of no kindness she is now defamed

her heart is bleeding since it is full with splinters

As she tries to sing like a bird on a tree

She couldn't remember a single verse of her song.

Many tears have fallen down from her blinded eyes

She sees a white garden as the wind blows

She sees cloud as they are binding to one another

She knows very well it is no one to blame

So will the day be blessed with a ray of sunshine again.

Doaku

Andai bisaku sisipkan

Bait-bait suci lagi penuh erti

Yang memuja erti kasih

Penuh keindahan dan keasyikan

Lantasku coretkan puisi itu

Tuk’ ku dendangkan kala sunyi

Setiaku pada sepi akan abadi

Tiba yang gelap mengaburi seluruh alam

Andai bisaku ukirkan

Wajah-wajah pilu dengan tangis

Yang merintih untuk kembali

Dimasa lalu tiada kekalutan

Lantasku dirikan sebuah singgahsana

Untuk jasad mereka yang kerapuhan

Simpatiku pada bulan bukan gurauan

Moga terlerai nanti kekusutan ini

Bisikan ku pada alam tiada henti

Agar mereka tahu isi hatiku

Agar mereka tahu hadirku disini

Agar mereka tahu erti luka dan kecewa

Moga tiada lagi kehampaan

Kerana hari kian suram tanpa cahayanya

Itulah puisi yang tertulis sebagai bukti keihklasan

Keranaku yang kecil milikku hanya cinta

Yang lahir dalam diri tanpa sedar

Kala aku sedang lena dibuai kealpaan

Lantasku tenggelam dalam baying

Tanpa arah lalu rebah sendirian

Namun kini ku mengerti akan kasih

Kita masih punya masa juga kuasa

Tuk’ merubah yang pudar biar bersinar semula

Je Ne Sais Pas Pourquoi

J'ai attendu jusqu'au lever du soleil
Je ne sais pas pourquoi je ne suis pas venue
Je t'ai abandonné dans la maison de l'amusement
Je ne sais pas pourquoi je ne suis pas venue
Je ne sais pas pourquoi je ne suis pas venue

Quand j'ai vu le point du jour
J'aurais aimé pouvoir m'envoler
Plutôt que d'être agenouillée sur le sable
Attrapant mes larmes au creux de mes mains

Mon coeur est trempé de vin
Mais tu seras dans mon esprit
A jamais

Sur l'autre rive de la mer sans fin
Je mourrais en extase
Mais je serai un sac d'os
Conduisant par les routes


Mon coeur est trempé de vin
Mais tu seras dans mon esprit
A jamais

Quelque chose a dû te faire partir
Je ne sais pas pourquoi je ne suis pas venue
Je me sens vide comme un tambour
Je ne sais pas pourquoi je ne suis pas venue
Je ne sais pas pourquoi je ne suis pas venue
Je ne sais pas pourquoi je ne suis pas venue

A Story About People

I say a little prayer

Like the crazy Maria

when she sings people start swinging

When she speaks people start smiling

So I say a little prayer

Down the road there's an empty house

It looks so spooky even during mid-day

People come to look and see

But no one has the guts to get in

I wonder why people walk the way they walk

I wonder why people talk the way they talk

World is one heck of a place

Where one man acts foolishly

and another man turns ugly

I sing a simple song

Like the one in the famous play

When they clap the actor starts bowing

When they stand the actor starts running

So I sing a simple song

Two blocks from a coffee shop

There is an old man crossing the street

He moves so slowly with his stiffy joint

No one seems to care since they are busy anyway

People are funny just the way they are

People seem to care more when they are judged by others

World is a funny place that a man could live in

Where one man falls down

and another man claps his hands

A story about people is hillarious

People have no right to throw stone and thing

But since throwing is easier than picking

Many people just love to do so

Happy Birthday Natacia

If you could hear me

Please forgive me

I wish you were here today

To sing along with me

My dear sunshine

I'm wishing you happy birthday

I would give anything to keep you smiling

My little princess

My dear sunshine

Can you see pretty stars at night

As I'm wishing you love on your greatest day

I'm wishing you happy birthday

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday happy birthday

Happy Birthday to you

Oh my love

If you could hear me

Please forgive me

On your greatest day

There's a gift I'd like to give you
I would buy you a candy factory

I would buy you an emporium of otys

I would give you everything

My dear sunshine

I love you so much

with all my heart

You have made my life the greatest one I've known

Thank you my love

Thank you my friend

There's no greatest gift could make me feel so rich

My dear sunshine

I'm wishing you Happy birthday

I'm wishing you every happiness in the world

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday Dear Natacia...

Happy birthday to you...

Happy Birthday to you...

I Miss A Million Things

I miss a million things

A pretty lady and a faithul company



I do miss the warmth

It's nearly a thousand years since I've dined with friends and foes

I dine alone again

Oh! It's been awhile since I've cried with real tears

I look upstairs and wonder

Could I keep running away from me?

Should I just stand here?

Or would I be allowed to feel my joy again?



I miss good cookies

and a gesture of love

Am I a terrible person?

A person with neither a soul nor a little compassion

Or have I lost to it again?



Stars are pretty...

Thus I pray upon the sky

Though I stand and stare alone

Like an ugly butterfly;

Or like a lonely grasshopper

I'm hopping and hopping slowly as if I'm very old and dying

Oh, please let me stop



When the sky is crying I will drown in the ocean

When the sky is painting black I will hide in the cave;

hopeless, I have no pride and I live in famine

A man who cares less of his downturn suffers the most

And I for one shall never laugh at the end of my time



The moon shines at night...

with breezy air blows off my mind

The presence of the darkest night strikes my heart

Could I have these years turned back to the beginning?

So I see a brighter day.

A dream is a dream for a dreamer to rely on,

Though as time march time

There are voices whispering to my my mind,

that dreams do come true

As one of the lucky ones never doubt the utmost power

For there is God and one shall not live in abhorrence and fear

Since the wound of coldness is killing my soul

And an empty heart does not play fairly with the circle of trust

I shall come back soon



I do miss the warmth

I do miss the rain in the morning

The joyous occasion and the glamorous of mother nature

It has been awhile;

since I've seen a smile of a happy face.

As I look in the mirror, I shall see the gladness

And I know I am with friend.



As for tonight,

I wish myself a good night sleep

So I'll have tomorrow a better day to run again

My name is Rose

No diaries in a history of a woman of this kind,

It leads only good stuff with no diaries,

It gives more freedom as no proof for questionable actions,

Secretive, demanding but also pretentious;

were these things I once called super powers bad for me?

They certainly weren't bad...

It was October 2004,

It was monsoon season I recall,

I rename myself to make my deceptions looks believable and authentic.

A very bad person I was, indeed.

The bad one, says hello 'My name is Rose.'

Wasn't I contented with my birth name?

This isn't the first time people asked me that...

If I were in October 2004 I would say,

'Yes, I wasn't happy of my birth name!'.

However, as a free woman now I am lucky not be called Rose again.

Hey people!

Why are you acting so typically judgmental?

I am gifted with something that God gave me,

It is cool and strongly abetting my many agendas

Knowing when people attempt to play god towards you is a gala souvenir to the black rose

Give me just time to put my strength and crafty mind together...

How people misjudge me!

If you had to do something really bad,

You had no other choices but to die,

That something that you had to do would be against your principle and everything else that you'd stand for,

Would you do that something or would you prefer to die?

Rose had chosen her life despite all the demeaning things that she had to do.

Rose,

She was not a very nice girl

She often stayed awake at night just to see herself again and again,

To justify her actions was never a plan,

A person would not betray herself with no good reasons,

But were her reasons to become Rose would be accepted?

Could they forgive her?

It hurts to be the unforgivable one... and could she live with the guilt for the rest of her life

That's how Rose, a proud woman deals with things.

People,

Rose is dead and she was a history,

She never wrote anything before,

She appears as a personification not to justify her wrongdoings,
given the reasons behind the lie she had to do,

she just would like to feel the goodness inside her...again

If I apologize and you insisted to put the blame on me forever;

that's your call.

I bare no burden anymore as I've swallowed my pride to apologize.

Those grudges are your baggages to carry now, and be prepared to live with it until your dying day- That's how Rose apologize.

Life is not for you to run away from,

A person should be a coward to desert from the battle field,

because that person should face everything and use her/his brain and strength to fight for this precious life.

My name was Rose,once...

Maybe He's Just Suck!

It looks like a dead end

It's another person aiming for glory

For the last eight hours

he's been biting his pinky finger

Doesn't it seem like a man without ideas

but a stack of useless junk

It looks like a failure

Why isn't he blessed with stunning thing,

Or just a simple amazing ideas?

word after word to make a point

every minute he spent to join them together

It doesn't make him feel so lucky

Oh my Lord, what's with the brain?

Is it just stop working or should he do the re-formatting?

These questions are bugging this man,

which by the way makes him feel like a little boy again

He tries to close his eyes, but he just sees a very wide ocean

There's a sailboat cruising in the highseas

And a drowning man asking for help...

It is amazing how the mind works

For a second It feels so right

just throwing out ideas on the big round bowl;

Sadly a man couldn't just keep smiling

Since he could just sit there staring at the glare

as all of his thoughts has been deleted so clean

Could anybody just stand up

The man has severe doubts about this thing today

Has he gone stupid or he's just having a very bad day

Oh God, please forgive him

He'd just like to be a good writer like someone he adores

Now it is quite clear that he is not gifted

If it's not failure

could it possibly be a very poor judgment?

Or could it be a couple of wrong strategies?

Does he need a girlfriend to jump start his guts

He does not like to write about himself

But the circumstances leave him no choice

Sometimes a simple doodling made a good piece

It had happened to many talented writers

maybe what he needs is a simple good luck

Ooppss..he may have disregarded something important

that only best writers have lots of good lucks

He tries self-soothing, maybe just a few words of wisdom might actually help him

It's almost nine-o'clock PM and there's no one else with him

And he just concludes that maybe he's just suck

She is real but she doesn't live like real people

As the wind touches her face so smoothly,

As breezes flow gently as her hair looks bouncier ,

She knows somebody is missing her so much.

As the moon shines only at night,

As love may have its room in every season,

So long the dreamer shall breath this story narrates itself.

She was awake for awhile and now her eyes are closed again;

as she names it everyday,

'while the wind is still blasting, one must cherish every inch of it's luxury'

She looks up and smiles to the sky

She's spinning and hurdling like a little butterfly

and corny like violets as she blushes like she was kissed by an angel

Strange eyes could just wonder how long should a girl dream?

Glance after glance take a chance to glimpse;

these eyes just act humanly,

it is moist and humid as she misses the blows of gentle breeze,

as she's hoping for a sign another blast of nature flows by her face.

It is another dope that speaks for a soul,

A needy soul who misses a lover.

Oh joyful day for a dreamer!

Could she whisper through the wind;

not a single news is noted.

Be kind!

Let her fly in a strange city where love bonds through guts and breezes.

Just like in Chicago the windy city of America;

only this time it is neither emblematic nor original

She's a dreamer with a piece of paper on her hand;

however her soul learns no resistance.

Yet, folks of the common world named her as the one.

The one of a kind who lives in a dream.

This is a story which wont become a myth;

as it is still going on without a hint of an ending.

This air that she senses as gestures of adoration;

convey a sign of love by another deserted heart,

loveless!

Through air it travels with sorrows and tears.

She was told to live and to believe.

A piece of heart is always longing for her company;

thus the wind will touch her face every once in awhile.

She will return it with her gleaming whisk of amity,

for one day these two hearts shall become one,

as an essence as it was written in her inner thoughts.

It is ironic;

For a girl to live it up with faith in her eyes.

To act so in love against all odds.

This is a lover who stands by a promise with not a single doubt in her mind;

with one meaning to find her destiny- so heroic!

She is real who comes about in occasion like once in a blue moon,

with her mystery which shall rise every morning, as the sun shows up.

Confession

This is my only confession
As the counsel of men that have given its trust
For every soul in need with their subjects and objects
About the rise and the fall
About the kind and the cruel
The innocent has spoken

In this massive cosmos
That full of rock of many kinds
With bricks, irons, metals and steels
Stones of many colours and many coloured sugar waters
With variety of poisons and ecstasies
Becoming greater, brawny and sadistic
Tonnes and tonnes of illusory codified rules and fictional newsletters
Could a mother tell more lie to her own daughter?

People of the world
You can see the face of the shrewd and the heartless
In the forest of insightful solidity
Sensing of losing and prevailing
Say a word when you mean it for once
Shake your hands with friends when you hope for goodness one more time
The charade is hyped and they choose to be untied
People of the world
We’re drowned in the stream of sin
We can choose to be smouldered and we can choose to be at ease
After all we are breathing through the same air
And how we supposed that the rule should end?

Just dig the mother’s belly
Just slice the old man’s crust
So long the earth can find its root to stand
From the centre of the heartless articles
Deem to justify the causes
Since we‘re still be able to make an option
She’s not losing her charm anytime today
Tomorrow there’ll be a second chance
And hope that don’t forget it will never be the third one come to heal
Too proud to lose but to o dim to know
Gradually, as we go older the more she suffer
When it’s broken it will be too late even to cry

Let us pray together
In this tiny little breathing space
Shading on the fatal flaws of the live wires
In unravelling this harmful secrecy
Cursed and puzzled as riddles unwrapped
With a little wisdom and as His humble servants
We shall pray and wish for the best
To let the revolutionary whiz moulds our destiny
Suppose there was still time to redecorate
With wonders and kindness of the Almighty
Let a brighter future shines dazzlingly for my daughters and sons
For friends and loyal followers
Let be joyful till the end...

People of People

Though they see roses are beautiful
And all the stars are stunning brightly
It is fickled and entertaining
People of people
Laugh out loud till they cry
Laugh at me like nothing matters

People of people
Though they see I’m crying by the walls
Or walking by myself and no hands held
It’s hard to be a loner
But this is it
I finally found my space
With grieved and gloomy sounds
Mis-steps of relations puts me down the earth
Like I’m buried in the darkness
I scream so shrill
Try to fight the thrill
But still you see me and no one else

They see cats are cute and snugly feline
They see me with their leery eyes
It is fickled and entertaining
People of people think I’m crazy
Should I keep away?
To flee this superficial world
As they laugh at me
For reasons that I don't know about

People of people Laugh at me
I’m being clowned and they’re clapping
Like acting on the circle stage at the amusement park
I've finally found my end in
Absurd and amusing
Because they put me on the first page
Like a lost dog found
On an empty street filled with severe doubts

Little World

Walking back there’s nothing for you here
Do you know where you’re heading to?
Made a choice you’re out of the second thoughts
Your tomorrows lay out on the ground
Like scattered pictures on the floor

You’ve played the game played it well enough
Still everything slips away
There’s always hope and as it stands alone
You return to that place inside your head
But you just can’t figure it out

And you are here now

Only you see the rain
Come crashing around you
Only you feel the pain
It’s overwhelming
Only you have what it takes
To make a different
And your little world
Will come in handy
Since sooner or later
You shall see the sparkle rises in your eyes

This is how I see myself

I know a story about an empty house
A lovely lady told me while waiting for the rain to stop
I know she’s lying to me about everything
I almost couldn’t stand her but I listened anyway
This is how I see myself

There was this young lad standing on the rooftop
He was crying for someone that he knew before
I know he’s missing his only true love or perhaps a good friend
I couldn’t help him and I just walked away
But as I walked away I looked at him one last time
This is how I see myself

Without a mirror within my reach
I see my past and hate my present
It seems impossible to play the game without falling.
I know how to read between the lines since I’ve made my rules.
Because I know we’re all a little crazy
I don’t blame myself at all because this is how I see myself


I knew a friend who was so strange
He’s so gentle and also kind by nature
but he’s too nasty and disturbed
He likes to give and give and never stop giving
Sometimes I feel like I am a very bad person
As I saw him in the eye I saw a man that I killed in my dream
And then again this is how I see myself

There was a teacher in my school and she was so pretty
I liked her so much but I was so shy since I wasn’t so brainy
I still remember she had a small red car and drove it every morning
And just yesterday I saw her on the news and she’s still pretty

Snow white

I’m no snow white
But I could taste her fear
The fear to face the disaster of the truth
Does she hide or does she fight?
Sometimes I pray for an angel
For I desire an ounce of compassion
Sometimes I pray for forgiveness
For i have sinned these many years
I beg to be different and I beg to be loved again
If I have to climb a mountain or I have to cross the ocean
It’s a small price to pay for awesomeness
Drama is the word that we all can say that we all can learn
This is my misery in my own catastrophe
As I know it’s hard to be the number one
Just because one is a lonely number
Snow white has seven friends
I’m just a solid rock sitting at the seashore which no one would care
Do you care if snow white cries again?

A sleepy lady and her story

I’m too sleepy and I’m feeling bored
As I’m waiting here at the end of the road
No trails on the path like the poem I wrote
Weary and drained for I am exhausted

The sun was unkind in the heart of daylight
A close friend of mine as it shines so bright
I’m feeling so awful yet I’m feel ing so alive
It’s just the feeling that I cannot fight

I’m smiling to myself as I’m dreaming for company
With Angie and Julie lazy and cheery
An afternoon tea for me and my buddies
Sweeten with honey and lemon with berries
Cookies and candies with brownies and cheese
It’s a perfect day as it’s nice and lovely

Talking about love for a price that we pay
Wondering and and hoping for one true love for today
A wealthy handsome man just like in the play
All in the chapter with a heart that we pray
Sadly I’m awake and my dreams fly away

So delightful and charming which I simply adore
What a lovely day just like at the sea-shore
But a dream is a dream and like a painting i saw
A lady in red like the one that I drawn
Living to wonder with dreams that’s forsure
It was written in the sky by the hands of the Lord

I’m standing at the end of the road; sleepy and lonely
Under the tree with my little kitty
As I’m lingering in silence as I’m walking through the path so easily
I’m singing in my heart so light and softly
My once told me that life is a journey
The longest one I know but I’m waiting patiently
I’m smiling to myself so witty and proudly
With no one beside me but my little kitty

Unreal

This is unreal and I couldn’t agree more
But I’ll be pleased to satisfy the night
I see the true colour of the sunbeam
It’s golden brown and shiny white
You and I have to find the tune again
As a compliment to your music
I can’t bear this quite sound anymore
It’s so peaceful that makes it not so right
It can’t be so right if it doesn’t feel right
Here I am, questioning and mumbling
The truth is I’ve got nothing to thrash out
It’s been more than a decade that I am mumbling and wondering
If there’s a god, He hates me?
But I know that there is god and I was told that He is not into hate
But who the hell know? Who the hell care?
A mother told me that God is great and He’ll always be there for me
As I have no say to blame Him as He is God the Almighty

My hate, my anger and my resentment are my own bagages to carry

This is unreal and is a very bad imitation of who I am
I was known as a soldier in the world of illussion
A pity dancer on the ice pitch skating on the round circle
Have u felt so much pain in your life in a day?
My poor soul has broken into pieces
My room is so dark as I’m alone

The pain is just to much to bear

Because I know that remembering is easy

But forgetting is the pain that I cant imagine

In the moment like this is the moment in life that i hate the most

I pray to God so that this feeling will be unreal