Silver Screen

I smile the brightest smile,
Walks confidence,
Endorse happy tales,

The finest feast is mine to savour,
Bright-light is my true love,
Life lies between my palms...

To you my audience...

Some say this a fairytale,
Some say a perfect destiny,
Whilst some say curse is it...

You look at me with green eyes,
Others look with sparkly eyes,
The rest just a blinky eye...

That is your voices my audience...

Let my long gone golden voice unleash itself...

I sob the painful traps,
Fall in tragic,
Endure cruel wars,

I swallow burnt and rot,
Treasures only true gem, (where can a true gem be?)
I am a slave here in your world,

That I am, my audience...

I looked you in the eye,
Wanting to speak only the truth,
Yet, needed to hold back,

Yearn to tap you with my frail fingers,
Yet only afford to stroll your shadow,
My sight the cause...

It is me, my audience...

That my golden voice...
Spoke me...
Behind the silver screen...

The Murders Of This Heart

This heart that bleed...
When should you heal?
Should you bleed for-evermore?

O swollen lesion covered heart ...
Will these carvings sheer?
While pierces contracts?

Murderer of this heart...
Could you seal the bleeding?
Anaesthetise the pain?

This murder tails from day to day through night to night...
Never will it stop nor end...
Neither spare some compassion nor warmth,

Murdered again and again and again...
Broken again and again and again...
Yet... composed again and again AND again...

The murders of this heart...


-26th of July 2006-

Yup another piece hidden in 'My Documents' ( -_-" - I know! )

I might be love, but not by your side,
Might be comfort that strayed away,
Perhaps… the whole of my presence, nowhere to be found,
Do miss me but miss yourself more,
Do love me but love yourself more.

-20th of July 2006-

*Something I found and I find it amusing now.*

As It Goes By

Everything chases,
The wind races,
Noises and flashes collects,

Everything grainy,
The world swirls and spins,
I fell... dizzy and drowsy,
Eyes shut.

Here I am... awake,
Kept seeing you,
Felt your presence...

Would you come to me?
Don't step away!
Come to me! Come to ME!
I want you here, next to me...

Could we watch the fireworks,
Light the candles,
Stay awake...; await the closure of this chapter...
and open another...
...together... ?

When will we spend this time together?

Deepness


A tricky "little" fellow,


Pain,
Sadness,
Ache,
- none can fit...


Happiness,
Pleasure,
Joy,
- can't fit neither...


A pinchy... twirl, twitch and twist,
In the gem-box,
None is right but all are,


So deep... that, no words can draw,
No voice can sing,
No soul can express,


Only feel...,
This deepness,
Present from true devoid,


Of devoid, is longing, of longing, is deepness.

Melodramma


The music playing like the soft sobs of my heart,
Hitting every note of it,
Just like the tears tapping on the walls of my heart,


The echo rings from my heart to my ears,
Breaking the silence that filled my heart,
Feeding the void with this deepness,


A deepness that sunk me,
There is nothing but deepness,
That gets deeper and deeper and even deeper,


That is the sounds that's compiled,
Into this music piece,
I had no name for it, but Melodramma seem to fit.

* I named this poem after a song entitled 'Melodramma' by Andrea Bocelli.

I was listening to it while I wrote this poem.

3 hours


3 hours...


We grew in it,
Breathe in it's spaces,
Measures the distance of our running track...


It is the...
...length of the string that holds us - both along and apart,

...height of understanding we constructed - that binds as well as divides,

...width of emotions - knitted like the sea and spun like spring water...

3 hours...

The miles we walk on,

Aimlessly on a destiny of uncertainty,

Where shall it lead us to?

The result?

Perhaps, it might eliminate the time,

Or sink in the dusty chest,

Maybe even add the hour,

3 hours...

Who are you?

Where will you lead us to?

What are your plans for us?

Why did you come between?

When are you revealing yourself?

How can I trust you?

3 hours...

Will mark us.

3 hours is all that it is and all that will be.

3 hours...