You are sincere tainted with issues. Like a thick cloud fogging, hiding who you are. You're one beautiful being who got stuck in a muddy place. If only I could clean you up, blow away those clouds. But it's not something for me to do, and you have to decide for you. You blow away the clouds - deal with your issues. Clean yourself up - don't get stuck with your past. And when it's done, take time to see your heart. It's pure.

Exchanging messages every now and then,
Though gadgets are prohibited in your domain.
A Cheshire Cat smile unconsciously plastered
As I could see your exertion pretty mastered.

I know that there is something,
The way you care feels like I'm your everything
Or maybe I am just assuming
But not to assume is the hardest thing.

Oh~ How I wish I could be your girl,
For I know you'll be treating me like a pearl.
My feelings everyday would be ineffable,
For your patience makes every mistake amendable.

Yet to think of you with another girl,
Would cause my vision to blur.
Part of me wants to spend time with you to make memories for us two,
While another part of me says not to expect too much from you.

People keep asking our label,
All I did was portray an expression in glee
In fact, I don't know,
Even if you are sending me a clue.

So I came up with a conclusion,
Neither single nor In a relationship is my definition.
I hope everything will unfold,
But for now my status is On Hold.

A painting may be a thousand words
but a thousand paintings can't paint her
A flower living off her own sunlight
A broken mirror that reflects inner beauty

Now all I've got are photos
Some sepia, digital, black and white
Though the colours don't really matter
Because my heart is black and blue

The memory in my camera
Is smaller than my memory of you
I remember everything that you do
And I'll never delete it.

Now, you're just in a picture frame,
And I need a new frame of mind.

Trap in an isolated era.
View me as faceless persona
Of make-belief identities
In this world filled with fantasies.

I write because I am tired,
To pen the burden in this poet’s ride.



*© Pax

My heart is in throbbing tone
My hands are as cold as stone

Sleepless, I become restless
Shortness of air, I become breathless
Controlling emotions seems helpless
An emotional distress

In the realization of my hyperventilation
I get dizzy and sleepy
My mind is on overdrive worry

Voices have strained my mind
And the Echoes have drained my body
Into a slumpy Winnie.


*© Pax

Damnation of the Mind
In Society’s eyes, I commit a Crime.

Freedom mistook as a Sin
“For I’m always right”, says the Red Queen.

I scattered my scrappy writes
In this forest full of lies

I am as good as dead
For I am never needed
Naked to the bone
A far away star, I am alone.

“I am your salvation”, says the Holy King
I oblige for that’s what I think is right, Lamenting
Oh, Holy king, I can’t stop wondering
The man made crisis keeps on repeating
Driven by powerful Need
They hunger for what they don’t Need

I am in a brink of exhaustion
Many hides in the facade of beautiful illusion
Creation for an easy solution

Abundance is slowly fading
Our soulful purity is slowly dying.

*© Pax