Wednesday, March 26, 2003
his passion,
our torture
-a lie, the truth-
1:52 AM |
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Sunday, March 23, 2003
there is always hope,
for the better tomorrow
then allow nature run the hope,
Breathe.
-keeping alive-
1:26 AM |
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cry
i wish i can cry as loud as i want
tears taste so sweet
though i know i am lying
bitter yet salty, just want it to be sweet
the drops that well up, so heavy, that weigh down my soul
i cant cry for myself,
not for self pity
tears that were caught,
were for me.
why?
-tears that werent meant to be, tears that couldnt tear-
1:23 AM |
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Saturday, March 22, 2003
amuse
i wish i can amuse myself
but then again, let nature does its job
if not, it would be, hrmm
out of job, unemployed
-how to stay +ve-
1:48 AM |
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Saturday, March 15, 2003
i will make love with my jazz
just for one night
forever...
-listening to bossa nova-
2:15 AM |
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Monday, March 10, 2003
-food for thought(2)-
"u dunno wat u have got till it is gone"
but, "if it wasnt meant to be urs, how could it be gone?"
-choice u have to make, choice u cant make at all-
1:15 AM |
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Sunday, March 09, 2003
-food for thought-
i hate u coz i love u
i love u coz i hate u
so which is it?
-a q that never reach a consensus-
2:10 AM |
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of wat it is
A sweet smelling fragrance
tangoing with the stale air
gushes of all memorise
galloping in the chambers of sweetness
Rain finds its own way down
the drops splattering onto the ground
sounds so memerising
so hynothesising
Trees awake
by the clean bath of rain
animals running for shelter
comfort of their own nests
A roof above all,
it continues to fall.
Music fils the great vast land
all stood still
singing in different langauges
but all with one heart
in the arms of one.
2:05 AM |
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Wednesday, March 05, 2003
travel
wellpacked, i am ready to go.
wellprepared, my feet carry.
welcome to the world,
a place at a time.
mountains reign,
oceans sweep.
humans sprouting,
trees canopise.
scenes unfold with anticipation
sunrise with the fall,
snowflakes in the hands.
roads taken, continuing the journey.
so free to go, heart yearns home.
the sky is my roof
the ground is my bed.
camp under the stars,
empty bag, touched soul
this earth i travel.
this earth i hold.
-may 18, here i come-
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