September 8, 2007 at 4:23 am (incision, poetry)
Tags: incision, poetry
The past haunting me..
It walks through me,
thickly settled in my soul.
I lived for a very short time.
Several things did not work out,
mostly, did not work out.
But I never imagined,
that my mind will never free.
I became my own remorse.
The past still haunting me..
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September 6, 2007 at 10:52 pm (incision, poetry)
Tags: incision, poetry
There’s no moon on the sky tonight.
There is no light, only clouds.
So dark, and mourn.
I see a deep big black hole,
when happiness leave without a trail.
Taking the peace along.
“Hey, did you weep for those?“
I asked an angel that sit in the dark.
An angel with a little hole in her heart,
starring at the sky, but an empty eyes.
“I no longer know what home is…“, she said.
Stop!
Please, I beg.
I feel your sadness slithering inside,
suppressing my rib, I hardly breath.
I loose visual, I loose aural.
All dimmed..
She lies on the ground,
when my head reach the solid soil.
She cries..
I die..
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August 29, 2007 at 7:46 pm (incision, poetry)
Red moon,
straight ahead!
Mourning, but not weep.
I stood, on the 8th floor.
The big city,
with all the towers,
and the noises,
become a big mirror of mine.
Red moon,
straight ahead!
Mourning, but not weep.
I stood, alone.
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