Archive for November, 2011

Sometimes, just as simple!

Posted: November 10, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

I never really draw stick men. But sometimes there’s no point of adding a deep edge to the drawing. What’s the use when what we feel is just  too simple to be trapped within too many lines and shades…

Sometimes all you need to bring out how you feel in a drawing is no more than a few lines and a caption.

Sometimes the only option you have is to keep it plain, clear, and just as simple! 😉

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too long?

Posted: November 10, 2011 in Uncategorized

*sigh* … You keep me waiting for long. I don’t mind. But somewhere deep… I hate waiting… I don’t like it… I so badly hate it… It feels lonely and weak… Just terrible… But I’ve got nothing else to do but to wait… So I wait… As it takes you too long to show up…

In our headlights, staring, bleak, beer cans, deer’s eyes
On the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies
Lonely street signs, powerlines, they keep on flashing, flashing by

And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye

Your breath hot upon my cheeck, and we crossed, that line
You made me strong when I was feeling weak, and we crossed, that one time
Screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes, keep on flashing, flashing by

And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye

The devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he’s dealt us
Points at your flaming hair, and then we’re playing hide and seek
I can’t breathe easy here, less our trail’s gone cold behind us
Till’ in the john mirror you stare at yourself grown old and weak

And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye…

Deep within

Posted: November 8, 2011 in Uncategorized

Once more, words fail me and I just can’t find the perfect words for a perfect you. You deserve better, far more than just words. Yet, words are all I’ve got. They’re simple,  but true and honest… They speak my deepest pits within…

I’ve spared you a place within, if not all of myself. I’ve promised to keep you safe and secure, to keep you as happy as happy could possibly be… And I’m keeping my promise. Distance pulls me away and sets us apart but it’s all beyond my will. A thousand miles away, but I’ve always managed to keep you close, to keep you home. Actually, to keep myself close to what I’ve tagged as home; to you.

The distance persists, and so is what I hold deep within. It rather grows stronger and wilder. It will never fade. Distance grows quieter, and only then should my words whisper into your ears that I’m there, that I’m waiting… that I’m thinking and hurting just as much… that I’m holding on, gripping so tightly… keeping you deep within.

No matter how far, I’ll never forget. You never leave, and nothing will take over. No matter how far, there’s always too much that I will remember. Memories, I’ve kept intact within myself… No matter how far, I’ve got you to bring back some hope into  me.

No matter what, I hold you close… Deep within…

And I wonder, how intimate is your deep within? x

Wander

Posted: November 5, 2011 in Uncategorized

I walk into an empty time line accompanied by thoughts that guide me through. Thoughts? or is it rather feelings? Whatever it was, I was still stuck somewhere on that time line, somewhere on the edge between a chain of past memories and a subtle present. And I couldn’t go any further, so I chose to wait… But for how long? I was offered no answer…

My time line went from a beautiful fast forward into a sudden pause… Actually, a rewind. A loop that never ended, and never seemed to be ending anytime soon. So I wandered… Through the track both my thoughts and feelings built for me to linger… To nowhere… So as I waited, I wandered…
Feelings were too intense to escape my thoughts into a concrete verbal saying. They failed to attain a verbal identity and instead, fled into a  heart-rending music note to be expressed.  One that slowly played itself into a rising harmony of meanings that i myself couldn’t understand… As it played, I listened, and wandered…

I recall one summer’s night
Within the month of June
Flowers in mahogany hair
And smell the earth in bloom
Only such a melody
Comes without a sound
More than faintly heard by those
Who know what they have found
Now it’s just a memory

Silently we wander
Into this void of consequence
My shade will always haunt her
But she will be my guiding light

Silently we wander
In search of truth and confidence
So many hopes were lost here
Along the way from morning to night

Meet me by the wishing well
In cover of the moon
Whisper to me tenderly
That I will see you soon
Sing that song from long ago
So I remember you
Flowers in mahogany hair
And mellow days in June
Only for the memory

Silently we wander
Into this void of consequence
My shade will always haunt her
But she will be my guiding light

Silently we wander
In search of truth and confidence
So many hopes were lost here
Along the way from morning to night

From ashes we were born
In silence we unite

Silently we wander
Into this void of consequence
My shade will always haunt her
But she will be my guiding light

Silently we wander
In search of truth and confidence
So many hopes were lost here
Along the way from morning to night

Silently we wander
Into this void of consequence
My shade will always haunt her
But she will be my guiding light

Silently we wander
In search of truth and confidence
So many hopes were lost here
Along the wa-a-a-a-ay…

It never leaves

Posted: November 4, 2011 in Uncategorized

It never leaves; That decent figure that stares back at her every time she closes her eyes. The scattered lights line themselves into an array of beauty, into a resonating imagine of his face. The forestry of hazel-green that his eyes behold grow even wider and wilder, even more captivating… She closes her eyes, and the face that, to her, defines all limits of perfection and defies them remains intact.

And it never leaves…
It never leaves…

She waits… For him to show up, for that face to leave the dream into her reality. She waits, and though it gets harder with time, she enjoys it for she knows what comes next is worth it… is worth all the waiting. She knows that his presence fills in all voids. His presence in her life is so vivid, so solid, so passionate that it fills whatever emptiness she’s ever felt. It brings her to life and adds some meaning to the coldness she once lived in.

She closes her eyes, and drowns into the vortex of her own dreams; of him. Slowly she builds pictures on her own… Pictures of what she thinks shaould lay ahead, or at least, what she hopes could possible lay before her. And she waits… She can do nothing but enjoy, either the memories, or the beauty that lays ahead, or maybe both.

Yet in all cases, he never leaves…
He’s always there to trigger something she’s always held deep and intact within her… He’s always there to bring her to life…

And his pretty face never leaves,
it never leaves.