Come on in, December :*)

Dear Not-So-Frosty December, Good Morning

How are you today?

I am writing you and my love is sleeping.

I wish longer he stayed

Cold Breeze looks good on you

Golden Sun brings in the best light.

The birds are chirping gaily too

Sadly, November left last night.

I'm glad my love was around

when you were on your way

Journey's over, you can rest now

With us, you're welcome to stay.

Well now, to school I have to go,

December, take it easy, take it slow ;)

See, You Can't Say That I Did Not Try

See, you can't say that I did not try

And if I fail, you can't ask me why

It is enough for me but no, not for you

it never is and this is all I can do.

You want me do it exactly as you say

and try it all in your excellent way

But have you ever thought of my ability?

that somehow this is not where I should be.

Yes, I walked in here because of my free will

now I want to quit and you force me to stay, still.

I can't believe myself complying to all these rules

Ones that take away my bright days and make me a fool.

I am only doing this because I need to leave this place

before it crushes my mind and leave me here, displaced.

The Pursuit of Friendly Voices

Silence is distrustful

and it ruled me tonight.

A terrifying existence, dull

Many but none is in my sight.

I rang with full anticipation

Of being asked how I be

the noise was loud with confusion

Suggesting she was busy.

I rang once again with a weary heart

Fear u would not answer

Fear what say I as a start?

Fear because of me this could somehow be over.

Three rings and up I hung

Not a voice but only a sound I heard

Then Silence took control, stung

My tired heart and all its worth.

The last attempt was unreal and fake

Voices sewn thru thing called song

Guess this is what I can take,

The clock strikes twelve, it won't be long.

It was just another weary night,

I woke up and found myself..simply alright.

Upon the letter 'i'

All of a sudden, i became important,

though not in a magnificent way.

In this case, i stands for 'irrelevant.'

i forced me to be here, to still stay.

i washed off my not so bright brain

named the tired me 'Not Belong'

and bring out of what me love, pain.

making me doubt why singing an expired song?

belonged not to me, who was lost and worn out

by all the vainglorious attempts to sing

something me know not about.

like a brainless bird with breakable wings.

being praised outside this ivory cage

in which all it can be is inadequate and

most of the time, offstage.

My Oktober

Yesterday at 10:57pm

"No Use For A Name"
leads me to you
am fast and silly
you reserved and careful
you are so European
and that is kinda cool.


you think me funny
I think you sweet
we never talked or met
only did we Tweet.

I want to write,
to remember, to sing
to never forget
a song, a poem
and its meaning.

for this won't
stay as Time is
still walking.


Back in September,
We were strangers.
Now that story is sweetly over.
Tonight I named you
My Oktober.

On the August Bed Writing

Monday, August 24, 2009 at 9:46pm

August, is sickness your partner?
You strapped me on this indifferent bed
And killed the best part of everyone.
And now that your end is closer
I still got no one

Lying beside me.

August, is death your partner?
Will he get me before Mom comes back?
Auntie is checking on me
Making sure I am safe sound and sober.
When will I be free
From your indifferent power?

My tears are boiling
And my breath, burning.
The tiger is banging again and again
And again. When will it stop
Running in my little head?
Will it keep doing
What its doing
Until I'm dead?

Remember, I Tell My Own Story

Thursday, August 20, 2009 at 10:43pm

This battle I never meant to fight
You hunted me down
and I became your worthless prize.
Wait, wait, that only is
the story from your side.

You thought you worked me up
and me won over.
Sorry, Charming, every story has
more than one side.
I lay myself in your arms
but my heart, never.
You may think I lie
and that is your business.
Two minutes ago I wanted to cry
But perhaps that was also me acted.
You can never read what I think,
never could, never will.
This is the story from my side
and it is Me who tells.

You thought I was common
you were wrong.
You wanted me that way
and for a bit I did play along.
But what you never get is to
see Me think or hear me sing.
Remember, Charming,
look is the only thing you've got,
and soon enough this will all rot.
You are certain I'll be there for you.
Well FYI, I'm so not.

Ps. 'Cause the only thing I fancy much about you,
is that short-lived look
you got.

My Saddest Song

Why am I afraid to see the ones I used to be comfortable being around?

Why don't I feel like standing on that same safe firm ground?

Maybe that place isn't safe now.

Why is a 'sociable' person like me

left alone on this Friday night?

Why nothing at all today feels right?

Maybe they tried too less

Maybe I needed the spotlight.

The point of all this is me

Thinking too much into things

Expecting too much

Of what they can bring

Horrified when that

awkwardness stings.

Today, I left school to paint a picture,

I always bring the colors,

I myself am the colors.

I just needed the brush,

Am I asking for too much?

And now the teachers turned away

Refused to hear what

happened that day

So I left,

nothing was I allowed

To say.

My self is twice crushed..

Still I need the brush.