Is my life a tiptop in the wooden floor?
Or is it a slam on an open door?
Have I pour it out intentionally?
Or have I act as if I'm a weak tree?
My mind put a dare in front of me.
Filling what's lacking as if my enemy.
It's definitely some sort of horror.
But is my walk at stake, I'm not sure.
I see questions come and go.
In the night sky, in the wind blow.
Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 9:22 AM UTC
Inhale exhale, I walked outside
The water is gone dry
Dreams fade in an isolation
1 step at a time, schedules are untrace
Take a better look at a mirror
You can see the eyes of the mustache
Changing faces, changing fonts
All is well is in their cases
The world is talking aloud
With brown shading in the concepts
All colors exist but silence makes a camp
How can I swim and ignore it?
Youth, can you see the grace?
Uprooted while the bad things sneaked in
Hope now for this is able
Dont let sin **** you in your moments
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC
I lived in my dreams
Seconds may adorable
They caught me off guard.
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 4:35 AM UTC
Flee, as the desire go towards bad reputation.
Change course as if end is calling.
Still counting but the dirt isnt moving.
Feet and effort comes together.
Like nothing happens in days.
Picture framed a portrait.
Selfie as they say it bluntly.
Peace as if peaceful in that place.
Every tick of the time.
Dots are dancing in the floor.
No orchestrated music at all.
Free, as they whispered it to one another.
With the blaming tongues and teeth.
They mailed it to their eardrum.
Lie, no hope yet there is still.
Truth, Egypt is the mountain.
Bigger as the trust settled in.
Watch them fall to their knees.
For I say repeatedly in this case.
There is still hope, there is still.
Just trace the ace for better is the Sky.
Than any developers of this land.
They may come armored in gold and silver.
With the finest stones and strong words.
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
I have a neighbor his name was Envy.
Though I am sleeping, he always wakes me up.
I admit that I am annoyed and never see a favor.
Why is he like that? so hardheaded man.
I never want him to be my companion.
His family was not a good example.
Everyone of them were drunkards,
Even the baby inside the womb of his daughter.
They have no hope to be seen and hear.
All things they have were all stolen from elsewhere.
Like Mr. and Mrs. Greed their grand grand parent.
Were so good in trickery to fool the eyes.
From the oldest one to youngest were in training.
In the famous Mobster University located everywhere.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
Wake up oh sleeper
Rise up for your destiny is not shallow as you think of it
Guilty, there is no restrain
No human force can stop
This nature is barren for so long
Good thing is lack
The eyes is too blind to see
The hope of the True God
Taste and see when the Son is calling you Home
There is no heart of stone that can cease this
What a sweet sound
When the Son is calling you Home
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
Sink, as the shark follow you through
Even if the ocean is not your grave
Your decision means death and end
But there is still hope and its attributes
Look beyond, hope is not just word
Its foundation is founded by Him
Man can improvise as many machines
As they can create and build
But tell you its too shallow
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
Music fades in every snap of the moment
Silence becomes the orchestra
No sound at all and its so dull
Am I inside the tunnel?
Empty motions in this place
I know that the sea is a very well known singer
Since the day it was made and done
But I couldn't hear her voice
I said hello but it seems she said goodbye
Her waves wave forward never again back and forth
I sat down here for century
But my expectation was put to rest
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
Airplanes and trees are watching
With mirrored eyes and zoomed visions
I cant hide my own frame
Working, filling the voids and dying
Purposeful follow ups aren't simple
For every tick of the clock are worth it
I make sound annoying to the next island
Words like dagger cut through my veins
Im forced to throw the towel
Pages of tears, sheets of desperation
Written down just to announce
Whats my mission all about
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 11:47 PM UTC
Oh connections
Where are your strength?
Strength within your legs
The red has past you by
The skin is now as thirsty
As the profound wasteland
The water is going up
And the hands are open wide
But the errors are finally seen
Broadcast in the cloud of the watchers
You cant hold the liquid in your hands
Make up your mind folks
Wasting time and efforts
This is a sugarcoated reality
That you dreamed of for years
Typically your thinking big thoughts
Addressing the book in most faces
Now wake up oh shallow minds
The pain is waiting as you open the door
Leave your ocean size possession
Repent or perish
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 10:54 PM UTC