...The sun was dull that morning and the colors of the landscape were washed away by the restless wind and scattered shadows. He knew that the valley is only for the dead. He hesitated to walk on...

...She had
always known that
dried leaves
never enjoyed
the ground
maybe she's wrong...

...The afternoon light bled like melancholic Sunday. He feared the rumbling or perhaps feared that he was not prepared. He had hoped for a flood...

...A dead tree stands
amidst everything
It told her
the remnants
of things
that were once here...

...Weary and heavy with the walk, the cold seeped into his flesh. Drying the bones. The shivers slowly choked the sanity in him and he wondered if tomorrow would be the same... Who knows?

...Perhaps it is sad
sad that we
do not know
But... does it really matter?
Perhaps someday
we will
know...

...It's cold
and it's dead
lifeless
misery
Lying within a
paradox in the dark
Landslide thoughts
in a market of
funny looking people
feed the confusion until
everything fades away
Walking dreamless
toward delirium
with a half lit cigarette and
all the world's regret
to seek the answers
in a struggle to defy the
madness
Chaos
there's always reason to embrace
rage
when everything seems to fall
apart...

...And we are
forever
attached to the boat we
row
Through waves
and storms and
still nights
and stars
that we struggle to reach
until we miss the desert
that gave the thirst of a
blue moon's horizon
Thinking
wondering
until the why demands
for reasons and we
drown in despair trying to
defy the calm waters
that brought us
the reflection of the truth
No... we're not alone
but we chose
to be on our
own...

...This love
wasted
a drifting litter on the curb
Trying to remind the self to
forget the feeling
Repressed depression
it's a time bomb waiting for
the ticking to end
Trapped soul in a bottle
and the heart bled like a
high school drama under the spotlight
A cigarette burns to drink the
last drop of yesterday's memory
hoping to be complete but
like whiskey, prayers go
unheard and dissipate into
dreamless clouds before the rain
And so the longing turns
into something
found at the edge of sadness
Despair, it seems
knows how to fall in love with
Irony...

...We are
throwing stones at the bush
hoping it would
burn
Hoping
for a miracle in the flesh
And we cry in despair and
we get angry
and we get
tired
but restless
So we drop on our knees
to worship the dirt
feeding on madness
...Mirrors to shatter
so as bridges to burn
so we can blame
and dream and
escape
and act like
fools...

...Falling stars do cry
with the fallen wings
of forgotten angels
A teardrop
blankets the night of
a cold embrace
plunging into the calm with
a thorn from once a red rose
Ripples distorted
every reflection of a dream
quickly fading with the wind
and madness roars an outcry
with the lunacy of a lightning
like daggers in the emptiness
of a papercut in the heart
Pain can never be mended
by a single drop
of a nostalgic whiskey
and holding on to a candle flame
is worse
amidst a storm...

…Walls came crashing down
ruins of a fortress, louder than
thunder
Wicked gods
awakening screams
of distorted sleep
Nothing but a dream
anger driven
hope
Desperate
to be free of
despair
Into the twilight
with nothing but a blinded sight
Harmonious anguish of
howling moonlight and
a dead
song
sings
a shattering shrill
Nights of cold whispers
they’re never fading
Nostalgic
memories of the sun
If things were only
built everything upon beauty
then the skies would paint
a warm golden sun…

…A sunrise of tomorrow
holding answers
from the questions of now
A guiding light
in the twilight of a man’s life where
the dark collides with
the blinding light
Raging on with the glimpse
…a candlelight
Guided by the beacon
of dancing stars
Holding on to it
with fading
breath
of each painful step
Reaching the end seems
a triumph of you
over storms and the reign of madness
Hunger strikes
like a deep hole
longing for more
Lasting the battle
with weary swords
you sit and ponder
over fields of
fool’s gold…

...She walked down a long road
rain clouds and grays
concealed the stars
It was dark and cold
Dark
and cold as
her stare
She never went this far before but
the scent of the trail was
too much to resist
She wanted more than
daylight til she was
blinded...
Green are the trees no more
and their silhoutte
embraced the ground
She thought blood is red
under the moonlight but
it was black as uncertainties
and it tasted madness
If only
she could get back
If only she could...
then perhaps
she will see
the sunrise
tomorrow...

…When senses get dark
and all’s left
visions of hell
a road of threatening grin
lit by a waning moonlight of
horizons running red
with a melancholic touch
of discordant amber...
Grays
Laughter echoes in the ear
not of joy
Ripping every fire of her
A vivid poisoning dream buried
six feet
underneath
Where to go from here?
Stuck in time and space
Logic devoured by chaos and
every reasoning cries
Longing to see the whispers of
a silent flame
in this realm of
darkened paths...

It must be the waning that somehow made the sky dull that evening. He could have ignored it if not for the stars that resembled the sands that he took to quench his thirst. He feels the nostalgia...

...She hears a
silent prayer
at the back
of a vocal thought
The whispers
are sometimes
the loudest...

...Everything was alright till something came that bore a spot in his heart. Everything happens for a reason and the reasons are not always clear. Perhaps that's what pursuits are for...

...It was never about
the times wasted
in regrets
She knows
that it's about emerging
If only
she was heard...

...He wanted to believe that someday the wind will change its course. Maybe he'll learn to look at the trees through the window and realize that morning dew isn't made of tears. It doesn't always rain...

...She dances
at the break of light
where time
isn't yesterday
and the lingering droplets
always bring her
smiles...

Bleeding from misleading arrows
struck by the cherub bribed by you
Rusted knives
cut deep
scarred and ditched
after every weakness exposed
Poisoned with streams of angelic lies
poured on my life’s glass that once flowed with
the light of the midnight sun
A love you have shown…
Defined ever after like there’s no end
It felt real
Emotions were filled
yet doubts were the only certainties
And as the mirror reflected the vagueness
it all came to light…
The world has fallen apart
A storm brewed by my believing of
your fabricated feathered wings
I have fallen for your voices of dramas
Lured me to open…
Sacrificed innocent lambs
like a fool’s offerings to false gods
You embraced me as no one ever did
but it was of cloaked deceit that
stabbed the core of me
I have been blinded by your radiance
never seeing the shadow beneath your
echoing beauty
It was a love trying to end my breath
A dagger that slits, a sliver in my sanity
Bled with cries of despair that
no one ever heard
And after everything that has come to pass
I walk in this nowhere
Never knowing…

Mek
Oct07

2 am... the nightmare started to seep in. It could have been easier if not for the cold breeze that embraced his heart. Perhaps that too, was part of the reason... a reason he failed to understand. But then again...

Dive
and let it sink
through endless
depths
with a ******
kiss

...The rain has been falling on deaf ears and perhaps morality has its own reasons to lie. Maybe they were right to establish that distinct form of belief to define the right from the wrong. But what if...

Believe
and never
fail
to contradict
the belief of a
doubt

...He had been sitting by the window for what seems the eternal waiting of a longing. Chance was the only thing he was hoping for to emerge from the prayers of madness. It must be her voice that lit a glimpse of tomorrow...

Chase
the sunset with
the sinking horizon
and hope
that it's not the
last...

...Six o'clock
breath out of focus
the persistence starts to
wane
and the heavens lament
over countless stories
of forgotten blood
Black
smoke-fed-mouths
the world is deaf
from screaming victims
while the crime
feeds the world with hunger
Death becomes a blank stare
symphony
of dead grounds
Eyes wide open
Frozen
Lifeless
Shut to be
denied...

She wore a dress that reminded him of the blank spaces in a midnight sky. Her hair flowed playfully with each gentle blow of the wind. Time stopped when She took a hand...

...For a moment
he thought he heard a song
in the middle of the chaos
in his head
Bliss.....

...Seated on the ledge of a rock overhang that viewed the landscape of Man at the first sign of the sun, She bit her nails anxiously waiting for the next...

...He woke up
with the lingering
dream
it was love at first sight
and that song
that song was out
of tune. But....

...At dusk, she walked by the shore of what used to be white foam. Whispering a song as she played Her flute with the last remnants of sunlight...

...He had never felt
such contentment
before
and those tides
were... are
Tomorrow
till She whispered
"Not yet
...not yet"

…Waiting under a moonless sky of
gray dawns
created by my sleep
the rain seeking for
a silver drop
cascading but never a tear
A maybe of
uncertainties and
a quiet numb
growing into a bloodless
streamless
breath…
Lights were once flooding
a rainbow of unicorns
never been a withering
Wanderings never were
an aimless journey
unlike those tides
desperately washing
the sands
away…