You don't even know the pain I feel
when I start to question what is real
I know you're the cause
my love for you gnaws
its way, through my brain
and I'm here, alone standing
by myself, with tears of understanding
rolling down my cheeks

Now I know my bended
heart won't be mended
by your love,
no longer will I cry
or ask for help from up above
I don't blame you
I blame myself for my insecurities

This time I'm really confused
about what I should do
I have this fear of never being satisfied
I can't find stable happiness,
I've tried and tried
this isn't easy,
I'm the **** of my own joke
I want some affection, this is all i hope

Now i know my bended
heart won't be mended
by your love,
no longer will i cry
or ask for help from up above
and i'll live my life until i die
wondering if i'll ever be satisfied
it's not easy being the **** of your own joke
i want some affection, this is all i hope.

Another page to write
Another days to smile and wake up
Another people to meet
And another years to come

Smoothly and gentle
Touching the calligraphic art of paper
Collecting stones and shell
Like a treasury gold of an armor

I'd like to receive and be recipient
As we go along
So join with me
And let's write


One step at a time.

spent years wandering halls
cutting the "i" from my sentences
forming words from vowels
and emotions from consonants
hard and solid, but nothing
without that internal structure

guess that describes me pretty well
all consonants, harsh "t" and definite "d"
and the ever-slippery "y", like me
never making up its mind

felt like a half-learned language
still do, really
like someone forgot to learn the proper nouns
forgot to turn the sentence around
grab the sound and speak it

there's an accent colouring my life
awkward and stuttering, unsure
and never fluent enough
to step in time with the music
for long enough to make it matter

words from vowels
and emotions from consonants
hard and solid, but nothing
without that internal structure

She's awake, eyes wide,

Gazing at everything that surrounds her.

Ugly? Someone apprised her no.

Loving is the cue to everything beautiful.

Skin deep is nothing. They are just words.

Magnificent is nothing,

And nothing is unlovely,

When you see the world in gray,

You fail to remeber,

There's an other side.

From sad to happy,

He made her, unknowingly.

He showed her,

People can be inimical,

She said she is aware.

Then what was that he did,

To make her all so beaming?

I guess we'll never know.

It's a tale of two seeds,

Who were growing into trees.

When one was about to die,

The angel came to relief.

Please just don't love me.
Don't look past the flaws.
Don't tell me that I deserve better,
Or that you're not my past.
Don't tell me that you think I'm wonderful,
Or look at me with your intoxicating eyes.


Don't look past what I'm telling you.
Please don't see that I'm dying for you to love me.

There is something to be said for the way your smile lights up passageways in my heart that have long been darkened

I remember the smell of your soap and the taste of honeycomb cereal and the feel of your soft hands protecting my small hands on the way across the road to my kindergarten classroom

And here today I sit across from you and I want to thank you for every cut you cleaned, and every tear you wiped, and the way you taught me to smile no matter who kicked me down, but I have to remember that you are now someone else

And to you, I am as good as a stranger
To you, we share no memories
No quiet mornings or warm afternoons

And I sit here today and I'm smiling and you're smiling but all is hollow because you cannot place my face in your photo frames of memory and I cannot help but curse myself for letting you get away from me

And these diseases of the mind are the silent terrorists, waging wars on memories and leaving ticking time bombs with tired families

I don't cry
I don't cry
I don't cry

Every Sunday afternoon you spent carving me into the person I am is gone, and I am coming to realize that without your love, this being you forged is wooden and hollow

You mean more to me than anything in the world
But you don't know who I am
I am gone to you

And every Sunday afternoon, I tell you who I am
And you smile and nod, and you're as kind as can be
But you are convinced, you've never met me



I have to smile
No matter who or what kicks me down

I saw you today
Wearing your school uniform
You saw me and called me
I came to you
You just smiled
At school you said goodbye
You left me again
And so I waited
Later you arrived
But it seemed like destiny
Was bound to separate us
Because you went away
With somebody I know
It has been like that
For years, and years to come
You come, you go
You smile
Sometimes you would frown
I would watch you go home
You don’t even say goodbye
You can’t even say Thank You
But it’s alright
There are still many others out there
Waiting for me
People like you who need me
I know your name
Your friend’s name
Your favorite color
I know what scent you wear
The way you comb your hair
The way you walk
And talk
But then I know
That I need you and you need me
Always crossing roads
Hoping you’d call me again
Hoping that one day you’d smile
That one day you would know my name too
Though that chance may be vague
For our ways are different
And you might not care at all
I’m always here waiting
And still I am hoping
That one day you would appreciate my existence
As a mere pedicab driver.