Ive been waiting all alone
I can handle it on my own
But now that your here
I wont worry anymore
Please close and lock the door
Now that your here
They want me to believe in lies
Been told there really isnt any meaning
So i stopped listening i know you wouldnt approve
They have an interesting point of view
Its when the anger shows that i know it isnt truth
So i stop hearing
There is only one war i will partake in and thats against evil
That battle wont be won with voilence
Just the need to help others with only the payment of a smile

fall,
like a ripped off flower petal
and land so very elegantly
watch my eyes sway side to side the closer you get to hitting the ground
watch my hand hesitate but reach out just before you fall to fast and I think
"will I be the one who catches you or will I be the one that let you get away"

Pumikit ka
Nadarama mo ba?
Ikaw ay pagod na
Kailangan mo rin ng pahinga

Tumigil ka
Huminga ng malalim
Pagmasdan ang paligid
Damhin and halik ng hangin

you are sleeping in a world i can't see:
there are
clouds
holding hands
over my head
and i only ever
dream of you or
nothing

study in a city
smog in my teeth
stale mint air...
...but you're always
in this forest
i keep in my chest -
silence and kissing
there's something
strange and soft
and
missing

dumb hopeful
lonely girl in the mirror
it won't stop
raining

it won't stop

I spotted a peridot
Within those stones
Which I have bought
Only to be shown

Since you love stones
Especially from the lakes
This one stone alone
Is obviously not fake

My birthstone gem
A shiny little stone
Ain't from a clam
This one is my own...*


©sim

last night
I dreamt
that I got into
a fistfight
with Copernicus
because
he wouldn't agree
with me that
the universe seems
to revolve around
your smile

Nature has a beautiful way of saying,
That an experience and a change can be the only constant, as such.
That life on earth moves like a timid yellow lamp,
We breathe the heat of troubles, and we adjust to the newer patterns of the flame.
We try stitching together the tattered tattoo of thoughts and memories, which are lame...

We as characters, underneath the hazy shades of appearance,
tremble at the passing of hunts and hordes,
Sleeping to sweep out the dreams of a thousand years or more.
Nature continues to elude us to the constancy of change,
We rephrase, to repeat the act of movement.

Embracing all what is new today,
Would fade away like fallen leaves,
Change is thus perhaps, the only constant,
In brief.