Softly it touches the pavements,
a hummed melody of wet cement
subtly fills the air

Voices of arguments
from people in the other room
trapped in my space

Memories of lovers
in the comfort of my bed
calms my fears

Eyes closed as I reminiscence
of my favorite person
and their dreams

One day it will be me
with the love of my life
singing, these words

By then I am hoping
that we do not part
in sad tears, again

BY ROBERT FROST

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night

-then I sang
     the world humms
        As they trap me
           in the place
             I have not favored
                but made friends
                   -with..,

Bang! Did it ever?

As the noise strikes the main land
little creatures curl
and the light that's using darkness
it made an angel hurl

So be not,
So be it.

There is an existing parakeet
mind made but, it flew
within the dept of disorientations
within the shallow codes

Cruelty did vanished
chains and boxes too,
but the feeling of being caved in
a nightmare to run to.

The clothes that I was wearing,
it tore me to ablaze
It sure is suffocating,
breathe, talk and breathe
You see, this always happens,
all the time, to me
Though I know it won't
be a dreamscape
I broke it to million things

Art can't be just talents,
it's a form of agony
The only place I could run away to,
as I trip in funny ways
Now, you did it again...
the red liquid that I've paint
Not really good at drawing,
but I made a masterpiece.

Imagine me in a universe
Parallel to ours
Where our lovely hymns of disconnections
Is slowly lighting up

It carries the path to together
Tho it might be very rough
Our endings will behold the laughter
Of half-lit angels up above

The ones who wrote in their gold lines
Of our destiny as one
They will watch the magical unfolding
Of our eternal love

In a universe different than ours
I'll fall for you,
All the time


For you, painter of my life

My sleep halted
when disruption decided
to try the patience
of this holy saint
for no, she isn't angry
wouldn't get mad
and I can hear them whispering
"She have changed a lot",

How fun could that be
that the better person was me
imagine if I was free
from shackles of greed
that no, I do not wish
to strangle you to death
or to cut off your fingers
while you plead to retreat

When the shells beneath the sea
decided to break loose
in a land with all the trees
they die, ferociously
because no food here can feed
the confusion in the beads
of their angry cry for help

The ache in my heart,
a somersault
colours filled my being,
lighter to dark, better to bad
I can't help but gasp
with these feelings
the tears that I held in,
became lullaby to sleep

With these blunt sword,
I was a knight and I
fought for your kindness,
bled for your time
no matter how
thoughts contradicted
I listened to differing advice,
coward and brave

Couple steps ahead
yet four steps behind
for I will see you in forever,
glowing with a smile
and I cannot touch, no.
I will die wishing to
In my dreams,
I still hope and dream to

as long as the yellow seas
come soaring
and when my summer
starts to glow
I will embrace my lost sunsets
thinking loving is a show

Regret will forebond me
rations of guilt will trip
but so long as you're within reach
I will keep at bay,
the guilt

And I should be contented this way.
I should be.

is not known
I am temporary
for far too long

If the question was easy
I would answer thee
But if the question is a challenge
Why would you bother me?

I'd keep this sanity.

Red lotus flowers
None favoured craze

One of them left
Into some unknown thread
Of miracles and faith
But miserably failed

They blamed the lotus flower
That became so darkened red
Because it failed to clean the mud
In happy Olivia's stead

The friend told friends
And they wept in regret
Knowing that betrayal
Was the truth up ahead

They all loved their dear Livvy
But no one saved her grace
When the muddy water drowned her
In a sorrowful embrace

Deny came from Paris
And rushed to secret base
With a flower in hand
A gift to a dear old friend

But they just looked,
"Olivia, is dead."
And the white lotus fell
Water splashed away

Silence came.