slips,
stutter,
stumble,
fall,
spil.
we all have a bit of that every once in a while.
but what we could do is to rise, stand, soar, waltz,
and breathe a new air.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
breathe
Sealed
Crystal clear,
You can see the light.
Vibrant, radiant,
No covered sheild.
Locked,
With secret numbers,
There's no twists or turns,
That'd get you back to square one,
As you close the door,
And inhale a new air,
Therefore exhaling the remnants,
Of yesterday,
Today.
Friday, June 28, 2013
the star
The cycle of the sun to the moon seems easy,
In the broad daylight,
The glorious blazing sun makes an entrances,
Brighten up the world and everything in it..
As a smile lighting up dark paths.
And as the day descends,
Comes dark skies,
And sparkling stars decorate the skies afar,
A flashlight of a night's view.
Creating shadows of a lit path.
As simple as how it may sound,
The cycle repeats.
But life isn't like that,
nor is it always as bright.
there may be bumpy roads.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Lie
We can't lie.
We said it wouldn't matter,
But it does.
We said we could live without,
But we can't.
We said we'd be strong,
But we're weak.
We said we'd move forward,
But we made a turn.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
The wind
It's like the wind,
You can't see it coming,
But you could just feel it.
It's like air you breathe,
You don't realize it's there,
But you just actually need it.
It's like the silhouette of the wind,
It will just be there,
Before you even know it.
You could feel it,
You could not steer clear of it,
It will just,
Always be there.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
the one from blake&christina :)
to flip the page.
and move on.
and to lock that one door,
because,
i am done.
here's the one from christina and blake , enjoy :)
Friday, June 7, 2013
Mess.
Today is a bad day.
I'm really not proud of what I did. I could do better than that.
I really disappointed myself today.:(
I hope it it won't ever happen again,
It can't..
Saturday, June 1, 2013
a flash.
of neglected actions,
of words unappreciated,
of lost of touch,
the melody just passes by.
the season of spring comes back,
roses as red, daisies as yellow,
dazzling in the wind,
but only to send its fragrance,
just the beauty of its scent,
in a flash.