Scratched

with a new found love..
she seeks to capture everything in sight..
realizing that nothing is unlovely..
but beautiful with a twist of a knob..
a change of light..

bright flashes left her blinded..
momentarily she tried gripping anything within reach..
only to find empty shadows with no shape or form..
but the eager.. the caring..
the one who helped..

weird in a sense..
unique overall..
tarnished and rugged..
yellow tainted pictures..
scratched..

Tired

creativity died after two moons..
those juices that used to flow so smooth..
has become a mere stumbling block..
that trips and knocks..
leaving behind wounds that won't stop bleeding..

pained hands and chapped lips..
the remnants of travels and time..
a scar marks the once-alive heart..
that gave breath and hope..
hydraulic pumping of red in our veins..

eyes once so bright..
dimmed with every passing day..
nearing the shadow of death perhaps..
weaknesses and faults arises..
the resounding rhythm slows..

Waves

softly.. gently.. rhythmically..
the waves carried her out to sea..
her wind-tossed tresses..
spread out like Medusa's..
each breathing with every swish..

the sun flames bore into her lifeless figure..
tearing into her flesh..
drying her skin..
red glows covered her body..
appearing to be like open sores..

her arms limp in the shadows..
seaweed clinging to the contours of her body..
fish-like organisms biting..
hurting her drowned back..
ever so painfully..

water.. wet.. semi-solid.. soil.. sand..
sand? soil.. earth..
the distant ring of a bell..
she peeped through her windows..
her drenched soul warmed..

The morning of today

barely opened eyes..
squinting in the light..
the flickering rays..
moving in a hypnotic dance..
in between biege curtains..

white candy clouds..
different shades of cotton blue..
the mount across the cityscape..
the back of a turtle..
a mix of blurry green..

a cool breeze rushing in..
in a twirling sensation..
tingling chill for a moment..
mane looks lovingly at her..
it's going to be a great day..

in the shadows

Comprehending Ears:

1. In the shadows - The Rasmus

They say that I must learn to kill,
before i can feel safe.
But I.. I'd rather kill myself..
then turn into their slave.

Sometimes, I feel that I should go and play with the thunder.
Somehow, I just don't want to stay and wait for a wonder.

I've been watching..
I've been waiting..
In the shadows, all my time..
I've been searching..
I've been living..
For tomorrows, all my life..

Lately, I've been walking..
Walking in circles.
Watching.. waiting for something.

Feel me.. touch me.. feel me..
Come take me higher..


2. The reason - Hoobastank

I'm not a perfect person,
as many things I wish I didn't do.
But I continue learning,
I never meant to do those things to you.

And so I have to say before I go,
that I just want you to know.

I've found a reason for me..
To change who I used to be..
A reason to start over new..
And the reason is you..

Colour

bright pink polka dots..
jet black moles..
blushing red cheeks..

lime-green belly gem..
dark green toes..
glistening purple nails..

navy blue eyelids..
desert rose hue..
camouflage prints..

smoky grey air..
snow white and her seven dwarfs..
but my princess jasmine?

white textured bikini..
golden silver trucker cap..
hawaiian blue flowers..

hazel brown tresses..
crystal clear eyes..
slurping white ape..

shiny pierced ear..
glittery stones..
bright yellow caps..

oily orange snacks..
sweet aloe clouded barley..
monroe red ink..

fighting cyan..
kicking dark blood..
black black night..

little girl in mommy's embrace..
twinkle twinkle little star..
how i wonder where you are..

millions of stars..
but..
no moon in sight..

Melbourne

heard from a friend..
just two minutes ago..
of his great love..
near the Gold Coast..

wonderful people..
delightful culture..
the surfs and sands..
the smiles of men..

the story goes..
of two "angels"..
who went fishing one day..
but never came home..

a wall.. a memorial..
was built in their place..
on february fourteen..
it's time for praise..

many turn up..
to leave their mark..
remembering this touching story..
of love.. and of trust..

From the eyes of a boy

seemingly innocent..
what goes thru the mind?
of someone so silent..
yet so high...

not so innocent..
evil as can be..
what a person..
she must see..

honest faith..
against vicious lies..
what can one say..
to his cold eyes?

it probably matters..
or maybe it won't..
to him or her..

or perhaps.. stone..