A Poem
A poem is like a grave. Sitting by the side of it You can only try to think What it feels like to be there, underneath. You know there’s something You don’t know and you can never know …...
8 Years Ago
Loss
3 AM nostalgia tinged with coffee and vain. And why does that line up there seems familiar? Well, what do I know? I’ve been munching on it for a long time, I guess. They say it all comes from…...
9 Years Ago
Lightness
I saw my face going blank in front of the mirror. As the listless ocean after the ship has sunk. I might have gulped myself under the sun. While the day was out and the beds lay neet. The machinery…...
9 Years Ago
Fall
My one leg stretched in another land where a cup of coffee, a book and a bunch of cigarettes make my heartbeat. However I’m stuck here where beds are perfectly made and my eyes staring in a b…...
9 Years Ago
Home to Oblivion
Why am I swaying back n forth?Lapping on the calm current of the oceanAll the grooves engaged and freeIs it supposed to be like those delusionsWhich often occurs in reality?My body is cold and I’m...
10 Years Ago
Pages? Nah, Faces!
He looks at her face like he doesn’t know that he is in another world. Now is not the time for any consciousness of the real one. Her songs are pictures in motion. He doesn’t know that…...
10 Years Ago
