Beauty and the Beast

I wrote this on August 10 2009

Like the beast from the fiction,
I am forbidden to touch what you have hidden,
For it will upset the beauty.

The beauty is love,
The beauty is friendship.

unlike the fairy tale,
which we don't live in,
the beast will not be with the beauty,
For the beauty and the beast can never be. 

Season Fever

I wrote this on August 7 2009

My Winter mornings are gone by with a phase,

of you and me.

My Spring days are gone by with a craze,

of you and me.

My Summer nights are gone by with a daze,

of you and me. 

My Autumn evenings are gone by in different ways,

of you and me.

Season's are changing and so are we, 

i think in the end,

it's only you and me. 

Love is Real

I wrote this on February 8 2009 after being inspired listening to Real Love by The Beatles.




Take me to an endless field,
hand in hand lets run carefree

watch the sun, 
set from my eyes

every kiss, every touch, every word
i've fallen deep.

Home

I wrote this on September 3 2008 before I left my home to pursue my dream

Packing up, ready to leave, a place what i call home. 
Forgive me for being so selfish,
But this is something i have to do.
Theres a bigger world out there,
That i have yet to see and accomplish.
I will come back someday,
I want to.
This is my home.

Blurred Vision

I wrote this on December 6 2008

Intoxicated,
memories faded.
Blurry world,
black lungs.

Escaping from reality,
Lost in morality.

Laughing and crying,
Living and dying,
What is the difference?

Meaningless sex and making love,
Falling inlove and broken hearts,
In the end we will always grow apart.

Lying and telling the truth,
Someone always ends up getting hurt.

Intoxicated,
Memories faded.
Blurry world,
Black lungs.

Confused and Broken
happy and melancholy. 

The Artist

I wrote this on January 13 2009

the artist sits there all day,
a cigarette in one hand
wine in the other.

and at night
she's walking underneath the skyscrapers
searching for her destiny
to find herself.

and when they meet her,
she is just a mystery to them
to you.

she quietly walks in the dark
you see her glide through you
you can't help but look back.

in the dark, 
her sky blue eyes,
shine.

her smile
so sweet so innocent
but there is more to her

You think, who is she?
you call her the artist
she was a true piece of art

Lost Pride

Another one that I have written on June 5 2009


Her lungs are polluted
Shes far from sober

her mascara running down her face
her smeared lipstick accross her right cheek
Her red dress, reeks of alcohol
what are you waiting for?

Shes given up on life
Shes give up on love

Once an innocent teenager by the park
now a dirty whore by the bar
what are you waiting for?

it takes one drink and a few lies
one fuck and your satisfied.

Her lungs are polluted
Shes far from sober
what are you waiting for?