So NN et:"wide open"

Louded incounted blipping like a tone of birds,hanging on a broken branch.


Scoutching in a green simbeling carpet,like a jungle nothing like the dungean.


Wide open,a sparcils of beathrate thine,just
picturing a skalpture created by leverage skylark.

Wembling in a sour field,filled with corn plants,hungary with swet,scoutching in a wide open land.


Marking clouds of lark with trumbling steps of amusement in a wide open land.

Left Alone

All have disappeared but not worthy for a tear.
All has lost colour not rust just dust,flering wind adjust.

All has no melody to a pas de deux,without baby steps.
All has fled with disgust,mentioning savoir faire.

All has no archer,my star sign is sagittarius.
All has sounded in Latin,making rusty noise just meanless.

All has washed away,trying to repaint the smiles,once more i cry.
All has no burden,perching my back from behind a murk frightened.

All ephemeral inter vigorously,loose of apetite yet drooling...
All has mutilate despair,a single torch for the tunnel
ahead,darker days.

All has silence with tears in my eyes,just this once can we do it for lark.
All of them trapped in a sanctum,like the sun is scariar than the silent nights.

A bit of hope

When it comes you'll hear a sound from the mist,
do not run,bow and say hi...
When it falls from the sky,do not fear,lift a hand and pick it up with pride...
When you salute,wave goodbye,do not throw a stone behind and go...
When will the answers to my questions be puzzled in my mind,leaving me with spaces in between...
This time its called letting go of the past and trailing over to the next ride...longing comfort for i pause in the cold winter day,which way to go next.

Ready to Love

Life is so good i wrote a song and sang it alone then suddenly a second voice seconde me.


My love just fade away it sounded,but out of nowhere i wrote a poem that said:"One early morning in a cold winter breeze,i found a golden coin that reads freeze".

"During the day under the trumbling blazing sun.It was a summers day,i mistaken it of a bitterd smile".

Somehow it felt so good i never wanted to stop singing even when i realised my ex girlfriend was standing behind me.

I continued...
Singing she seconde me,and shad a bleeding tear,but that smile kept poking me inside.Just had to give up,shes much more than a golden diamond ring.

Did i tell you this was randomly writen not a true story,pity that i felt her present smell judging from her staring sight...she mine and i belong to her somehow.

Just like that coin i found,i felt i did not deserve it,so i returned it to its right ful owner...but it was a toil yet i did something good for myself by letting her go,they deserved each other.

Thoughts"pounding heart"

If you woke up with a feeling that says: "Are you okay??. . ." replie by saying "why do you care" **Laughing. . .Its called the heart where you locate the stressful sounds you hear running in reindeer mourn with sore pain,because its too much to bare.Ruling over a defenseless soul but not despair just an act of ponderous saga."Pain is inevitable,suffering is optional" to these deaf ears its unspoken.

Until next time,you keep quiet and listen very carefully. . . .Listen.

L.O.V.E

How i met you could be a mistake of my inter life,your the first and last person in my mind.

Why i asked your name would be insane,why did you call me hun and i called you babe. . .

My name was. . .and yours was . . .we never questioned but somehow our hearts were bind by love.

Intrigued by your pretty eyes,i can see your tears from a blinded sight,i uttered a remark.!Oh

Your smile is like a sharp knife that struck me from behind,stoned to death by your heart.

Would i be wrong to say our love is invaluable,why did we fall inlove??. . .such a pityful thought.

Falling inlove wasnt in my rule book,it was an act called improvising. . .

But a sign in your heart read "broken by means loving you for eternity",i could not look away.

Love,these words do not come close to defining what it means,just a single kiss. . .I ask.

Such emotions for a young mind anxious to tell you this,i could not look away but will never tell you.

What was it. . .Love.

Confused"Self image"

We have something in common,the same eye sight and laughter.The same date of birth and image,we are somehow similar though we are no familiar.
Are we from the same mother because my tone still sounds sour.

Say it

Say it like you mean it,spickes in my back evolving like a human creature,a freak they named.

My design of the image in the clouds,lying in my back selecting my perfect picture,said to fly over.say it...

Like you mean it,the pleasure of being born,salute enormously that intch of gass like a mystery but forbidden not inevitable.

when it sails in the ocean left me gazing in the sun with the sand of time i never broke down...i said it.

Differences in my footsteps,they treasure them and paid to view like an ancient art effect,not tomorrow nor another day.

Woke up with surrounded faces of terror just to witness insanity or what... just like that its said.

Say it like you mean it,they lied to solve a complicated story uncompared to a silly joke but still undeserved to appeare.

Failed to announce to the deaf ears of intelligent designs of living,yet broken down to amuse the rest.

Repeated and replay with such figures.Say it like you mean it but leave a clue or trail to the end.