Enoch

Enoch Mar 19

I blank my mind in the middle of the day,
there was nothing came to me,
as it was 'blank',
as in nothing.

I thought of something in the middle of the night,
there was much to come by my side,
as it was 'thoughts',
as in many.

I dreamt of dreams in the middle of midnight,
there was the time where they all came by,
as it was 'dream',
as in much.

Enoch Mar 17

Snowman's dream

Stood in the pile of snow,
dreaming of his dream,
that all due in December.

The snow falls pieces by piece,
just like his dream,
that melt in February.

Build by fun time once sharing,
a time like fever dream,
that long gone ever since January.

There is him,
the snowman has new dream,
that begin again when March come in.

Enoch Mar 13

The dance of grief

The dance of grief,
between a lot of you,
and a little of me.

What’s the point of this dance?
The soulless wave,
the rhythmless step,
and the pointless music.

Here we round a circle,
and make a little of this dance,
suffer from same pain,
deal with different of grief.

She gave a lot to the whole lot of you,
each and unique,
she made this dance,
which we called grief.

She left…
She left and dance for the lot of you,
and the much for me.

Enoch Mar 12

The wide of eyes

The wide of your eyes,
tight and almost blind.
Never see what ahead of you,
the vision I could build.

You just one of them from the world they build.

The vision of your sight,
narrow and despair.
What more could you see,
when you didn’t even tried.

You just part of the member never move and never view.

The future I foreseen,
bold and scary.
Failure always part of it,
why won’t you and the rest try to bet?

I’m seen what more we could be.
Success will lie on me.

Enoch Mar 6

Mirror's life

The life within,
the glass holding.
The 'us' in it,
same yet but never so.

The mirror reflect,
a life slowly decay.
The 'me' in it,
same yet but never so.

The news I received,
hurt and expecting.
The cold 'smile' in it,
same yet but never so.

The image I see,
people's lives from daily.
The 'day' in it,
same yet but never so.

Enoch Feb 28

Midnight echoes

The voiceless wanderer wanders a path,
into the midnight that cover by dark.

There he wait in the corner,
a morning return.

Little does he know,
he is the midnight echoes.

Enoch Feb 28

The sound of dream

Sound of the dream,
of sweet and sour,
bitter of it's taste.

Echo of the scream,
silence in my dream,
loud and quiet.

Soul of awaking,
scary and bold,
sleep again, my dear.

Fear from the nightmare,
chasing and catching,
the slowest of me.

Hide and seek,
Mr. Night paid his visit,
when you once again asleep.

Sound of my dream,
never reach out or staying,
where you were going?

My bitter and sweet dream,
the sound of your echo,
frightening me.