horizon

i can see you here..but not really.
i can feel you here..but not really.
but why so close yet so hard to grasp..

is it really you?

or is it the other way around..
i'm here..but not really..

in betweens

 

somehow this feels right.
but here we are in our little circle.

what is real? in here or out there,
when eveything seem to change beyond the line?

the fear of bliss

it's just this weird feeling trapped inside you,
that leaves you choking..
as it sucks your warmth..
grounds your sanity...
and clouds your intuition.

that how badly you want to ask for help,
your voice fades unsuitable to scream..
the tears hide behind those eyes..
arms tucked unable to reach.

that you don't understand
why you don't know things
that you have to know.
but you feel things
you don't have to feel.
you lose things you need.
then you chase for something you don't...

or maybe it all makes sense...
you just don't want to make sense.
and it all comes back to this..
'just weird feeling trapped inside you'

sick cycle

riding in circles..

up and down..
open. close..
stop and go..
day and night..

over and over..

now let's do it again.

overtime

there is life out there..
bold and carefree..
sunshine and cold breeze..
wide roads and blue skies..

and there is a life in an office cubicle..
grim and quiet...
day-dreaming about the life out there..

wonders fool

lost in thoughts of something wonderful..

yet trapped in the reality of oblivion.

flight of fancy

i just leave my hopes and dreams of you
in better hands..
someone who's far greater than all of these
for they are beyond me now..

i am not capable of healing you.
the only thing i can do, is to accept you and heal with you.

sharp turn

change is inevitable... dare to walk through.

home seek

starting to pack now..
the ones i need to take with me..
like bags of smiles and laughter..
boxes of good talks..
packs of enthralling emotions..
bits and pieces of crazy nothings..
i'm taking photos in my mind..
for another series..another memories..

we're leaving this 4-cornered world we made..
crossing fingers,
trying to start anew..

soon..
we'll be closing this door for real..
soon..
we'll be gone for good.

beyond the walls

it is not unusual..

not even strange..

the world just think it is.

but we are just like everyone else...

in disguise...hiding a big secret.

insomnia

you stay into the night..

groping underneath the sheets,
keeping me company in the silent darkness.

the present

this is your special day..
you need to celebrate
put a real smile on your face
and be utterly happy.
the wish you really want.

my gift..
is for you not to remember me.
not a bit of memory or an idea of me.
please...atleast not today.

hence, your wish will be granted.

silent call

it has been awhile..

let me just think of you today...

it's the only thing i can do to reach you..

downfall

the lights are uninviting..

the sounds don't even change the thing..

this drink is not of any help now..

the smoke is just killing me somehow..

the excitement has lapse..

the interest lacks.

why is this happening?

my world is turning..

i am losing it..

i'm falling off my habits.

i know it's all good...

continence will begin atlast.

yet, deep inside,

i'm utterly freaking out.

the blind stare

thoughts passed by like a vague scenery through the car window...

gone

like a fugitive caught in a trap..
i am raising my hands now..

take me..
i am finally nothing.
there are no more words to rhyme me.

pick me..fix me..
make me out of something..
atleast a bit of something...

save me.

the big leap

take me to a point
where this running finally stops.
to a time,
when wonderful completely starts..
to a place
where this heart is now home.
to someone
whom this 'me' is just enough.
to a moment
where this life really lives.

story of us

the story i tell is about to end.
the final chapter is here.
the characters we play are dying.
this was never really meant for a happy ending.
it is the tragedy of love,
the triumph of sadness,
the lesson of life...
the hope in faith.

the cite of you

the day troubles me again.
every second that passes by..
the questions are still the same,

left with no answers

doubts..
fear..
misery and emptiness..
i ask myself again, like a hundred times before..
'what now?'

like a soft wind your voice whisper reminding me of something we usually say..
"one step at a time, one day at a time, we all are going to be just fine."

home

i am in pain. sedate me..
i am broken. mend me..
i am lost. find me..