I cried
troubled again
so confused
with rotten
vision of
seldom scary
thoughts
there is to
come
once again
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Untitled Martian
Rain and teardrops
dripped together in a muffled scream
of reverberating madness
as it pour in a rhythm
Where shall she ran?
Where shall she go?
To undo the magic
that sparked from within
is this to end?
or this to expand?
it could pop
in the head
in the heart
to bring
remorse
to bring
a captive
of relentless dreams
MAC
dripped together in a muffled scream
of reverberating madness
as it pour in a rhythm
Where shall she ran?
Where shall she go?
To undo the magic
that sparked from within
is this to end?
or this to expand?
it could pop
in the head
in the heart
to bring
remorse
to bring
a captive
of relentless dreams
MAC
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Sleepless in June's Heat
Elusive, O
you slumber!
Mind at play
Body in
disarray
Sweat drippin
From the heat
smokin'
With the
hammering thuds
Of the nearby
fixture
All the more
The eyes to
stare
On the white ceiling
Come now
O sleep
To peace I
shall rest
But nowhere
Are you
passing
None at all
My stupor
Acquainted to
jam
My creative
thinking
MAC
Saturday, June 09, 2012
Respring
I'm so damn bad!!!
Every teardrop is a waterfall.
If you're in to the alternative genre, you knew that the second line of this post is a song title. But why did i say i'm so damn bad? Because i realized that i stepped beyond the border far enough for me to look back that i can no longer run back in a flash.
Merci
is all that i await...
Compassion
is my only hope...
KSA: Lookin Back, camping in the desert
... it's two am here in the desert, we're on the outskirts of riyadh saudi arabia, the atmosphere is essentially satisfying for the cold air is caressing my face, bringing a chilling to the bone icey coldness, nevertheless it is bearable and it's as if i'm in the brink on the endurance of letting go.
All my comrades in adventure were asleep, deep into slumber below the shine and smooth glare of the smiling moon towering above the desert. The clouds were mere paint of imaginations playing around the only source of light in our surroundings (our small fire got burnt out, and the headlight of the car got turned off). It simply is a perfect romantic ambience, yet the feeling of solitude cannot be denied.
Up next, on our way to the RED SAND... the shot below is courtesy of Romy.
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