One day
Monday, August 20, 2007
Maybe one day we will learn,
That the tears do earn,
The reasons upon our hearts yearn.
Maybe it was the arriving solitude,
Or the steadfast attitude,
That we owed for our gratitude.
The door strangely swung silently,
As the snow surged, somberly.
Hands together, tightly hedged.
Yet the days tolerated no more,
Wishing upon our hearts tore,
Away went the days of yore.
Music at the background, rhythm recited remorse.
We wondered why, ‘round the strangely subdued silence.
In the pouring, passive patter,
Down came the lugubrious, languid longing.
I cried myself to sleep that night,
However hard I controlled with my might.
They say,
Look for the brightest ray.
One day the sun will shine,
Us will have no thorns and vine.
Then the tears will dry,
And for once more, we try.
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Remember my name (intro)
Sunday, August 19, 2007
It was night. Or evening. I could not be so sure. The alcohol had long made its way into my body, and the feel of temporary numbness could not be any better. It is exactly like morphine, or cocaine, providing a short reprieve for the pain that resides right inside the tenderness of the heart. The hangover can be quite a headache, yet the way the pain refuses to go, the way it tugs at the heart and sinks all the possible happiness that have not even surface, the numb becomes an escapade of sort. It is like the lesser of two evils, yet who is stupid enough to go through the pain rather than skipping through it?
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