Today...

At time where my guess is as good as yours,

And darkness, a blanket,

Yet see light in places that lights shine not.

A beginning, yet the end;

Dawn-to-be; everything seems different yet the same.

And it feels just right...

From the 'inside' of a teacher-to-be.

I hear the whipping of the fan blade,
crickets break the silence of air.
Scribbles on paper,
thoughts at the end of a pen;
arose a feeling unfamiliar, unknown.
When pairs of eyes stares, I behold,
and realize the feeling that arose;
for no feelings like any other,
of imparting life into another.

The gloom~

Weeping on the inside, as Monday comes to end;
longing for the warmth of silver moonlight's gleam.
Stars are there but they don't shine.
Cos on the inner habitat, darkness always win.

Written 16.5.11

day by day

Life moves on,

day by day...

the past still haunts,

time to time...

Behold the future,

dream by dream...

Live the present

the moments divine.

dedicated to a lovely friend of mine; from her dreams i drew strength and gained faith; and from her pen, i found beauty in strings of words...

hiding

fingers playing through the keyboard
words worn with veils
snow floats by on tropical mind
yet never ever land
for landing means a touch of warmth
and melting follows after
but why the fear of what shall be
noone ever knows
if water seeps or flows to sea
or can other way it goes...

spiders spun the veil once worn
her spinning way too gifted;
awaiting the moment of breaking dawn
hoping the spell be lifted

life unlived

when night comes and aim is lost,
illusions were true and it ain't yours,
sail forth, sail through the seven seas,
stars show a path u shall not miss,

if smooth were the sand, feel through thy toes,
too smooth the way thy feet shall go,
lil pebbles along the way,
to carve in kindness, there they shall stay,
silver lining, every cloud own,
gold lining not made known.

Me love the way this poem rhymes,
the way me love the grand clock chimes.
3 clicks the shoes, home shall i be,
can't wait the day 'Win' shall be me,
apparations of children climbing the tree,
oh, that's actually my sisters and me!

Life's too short, candle burnt, brief,
Fear not to death but life unlived.

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21 yrs, 11 months and 17 days old.
feels the world is still quite cold.
Yanni's fingers sliding across the keys,
"Until the Last Moment"
She is worried there might be mind readers,
for they shall see her world,
of silly thoughts swirling in visions,
of yesterdays and tomorrows,
where fairy tales come true,
and movies come alive,
they shall see soot-covered snow,
floating in the summer air,
for the real world she is in,
confuses her.
She misses clips from old memories,
where white was white and none in betweens,
she wonder if there's an oasis in the barren land,
with angles tickling each other,
laughter and smiles abundant,
as pure as the glow of the full moon,
although her books til now,
has taught her it was a halloween party they were having.
The songs she use to hear,
is now Almost a Whisper...

wee hours of the morn.

To swim through a sea of flames and climb a mountain of shattered glass,
To run after flying hours yet feel no time had passed...
When i do realize my days are gone, for time waits for no man
Again the circle shall begin, circles never end.

Has the roses lost their fragrance or is it I, lost sense to smell
Admiring the shades of darkness, breathing in the moonlight’s air
Silhouette of clouds, implies my sign shines still so well.
Befriend my shadow, dreamless slumber, while moon, at me, shall stare…

~JuiN~

Just to write...

There are things in life you can't live without,
there are things in life you choose not to live without,
some things in life, you can be without,
some things in life needs to stay...

A cloud over my head...
there are times i never look up and realize it's existance,
there are times i do stare
one way or the other, there is a cloud over my head...
no words can heal and cure it, as words are laid and said,
with words i hurt and break it, those words i'l always regret,

Time might patch things up, yet time can tear it down...

It hurts, being human...
joy only sometimes,
in a quest to eternal peace,
a quest one journeys through life
never ending...
hope may fade but never despair,
for hope is always forever there...