Friday, August 31, 2012


If the cloud started to cry,
It will be a welcoming sadness tonight,
But that is a wish,
With no intention to be convey,

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

A moment

You are lovely,
Under the harrowing tree,
Trembled slightly with the passing breeze,

Sometimes you are not what it seems,
Then you left me with a sadden heaves.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Go on now

I’m hanging by a thread and I hope it will lose soon. I can’t stand hanging on my own. Just alone in this forsaken bedroom of mine. I am breathing through my routines and crying through my nights.  You have no idea how I crave for someone to actually give a shit about me, someone who wouldn't just looked at me and think that I am crazy. I’m not just crazy; I’m full of heart and full of bullshit. Your bullshit if I may be so precise. You called and you let me know what’s what. You hang up, without asking of my day, my life. You called so you can ramble and my phone number will be the one you dialed up whenever you need to dump your bullshit off. You told me stories of your misfortune and stories of your great friends who are always in need, in need of you. I am crumbling, destroyed and you had no idea, or rather that you chose to pretend, to be blind of my pain. I am angry all the time, because I have to be loyal, I have to wait for you; I have to wait for someone who barely acknowledges my existence.