Fudz Lana

Fudz Lana Apr 2014

silence

There's no such thing as impeccable silence
there's always soft wind blowing
a twig stepped on
slow gasps in the wedding hall.

There's no such thing as impeccable silence
there's always phones vibrate
fork screeching plate
quiet prayers of a sick little girl
teetering on her fate.

Fudz Lana Mar 2014

I know.

Your eyes are telling a tale
Everywhere you go

Your steps are making rhythms
silent and slow

Your head was never high
Nor does your voice

Every tremble of your hands
Every quiver on your lips
I know.

for my lovely friend who had thought for all these years no one has seen the pain in his eyes or the anxiety on his face. I miss you. be strong.

Fudz Lana Mar 2014

Untitled

"silence is the loudest scream"

now I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
and still you won't hear me.

Fudz Lana Feb 2014

Jealousy

How do you handle the jealousy?
The hurt within the truth.
Lies the lips has used to utter,
"I don't mind."
I do, in fact,
I do too much.

A weird melody,
an empty tune,
Struck twice and no more,
Heard as the wind blows,
Bled hearts through and through.

On the porch I lie,
Let the water runs,
and when my skin dries,
I'll go on.

Fudz Lana Feb 2014

Crushed

I watch you cower
on your bed
with your hands
clutching the mattress
And I could see
the droplets
start pouring out

it's raining so badly
in your heart
isn't it?

The people are crying
of joy
and they celebrate
but you
you're dying
in your own room
screaming in the silence
of your thoughts

they broke you
didn't they?

I am watching
and my dear soul
is crumbling away
with yours.

Fudz Lana Feb 2014

Please, Tell Me.

what triggers this pain?
Is it the look that you gave me,
or the words from your mouth,
Is it the meaning behind it,
or what I understand?

It has been years
of hiding behind the doors
seeking the truth.
beneath your burst of anger
and your insidious laughter
Do you really meant those phrases?

Stuck inside my mind
playing automatically in silent nights
Is it really just me
that remember
the moments of intense yelling
and fearful gestures?

Do you ever consider
how much it affects
my lonely breaking heart?

Written when I was 17. Not the best of my work.

Fudz Lana Feb 2014

Of Midnight Ache

I'm hopelessly intoxicated
by the idea of
someone pulling me up
or for the sea to dry

Don't leave me up to my fate
oh Darkness
send an army to grab me up
save me save me save me
because I can't save myself.

One of my old (not so good) poem.

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