"Lost"
All these years behind windows.
All these years behind bars.
Left with so many widows.
Left with so many scars.
Can we borrow the trust?
Can we borrow the fame?Should we give in to lust?
Should we give in to shame?
Never ask for belief.
Never ask for advice.
You will only know grief.
You will only know lies.
In the end it is the same
In the end it is not
We deny what we know
So we will always be lost
"Beach Dream"
With our smooth sun-blessed skin
We watch and breath.
The warm waves
Wash up on the beach,
Crash against the rocks,
And slosh against
The sandy shores.
We watch and see.
We are wrapped in warmth,
Shells,
and Sweethearts
"The Sun"
Perhaps one day I can see the Sun.
The Sun that scares the shadows.
The Sun that warms the winter.
The Sun that lights the life.
Perhaps one day I could see the Sun,
or perhaps that day will be night.
"Why?"
Often times I will ask the question: "Why?"
If nature cannot make the color blue,
Why was blue the one chosen for the sky?
Why must the croc be feared as we imply?
Perhaps he too has the thought, like I do:
Often times I will ask the question: "Why?"
Why is the owl so wise and yet so shy?
He knows so much so I would ask him too:
Why was blue the one chosen for the sky?
Why is my eye sometimes dry when I cry?
You may find it odd, but I swear it's true:
Often times I will ask the question: "Why?"
Why were we, as humans, not blessed to fly?
If the birds could speak, I'd ask if they knew
Why was blue the one chosen for the sky?
Maybe I'll never receive a reply.
The answers are just destined to accrue.
Often times I will ask the question: "Why?"
Why was blue the one chosen for the sky?
"I'm a Mirror"
I'm a mirror.
Ever the same.
Never odd or even,
unless you want me to be.
I'll show what you want to see.
I'll emphasize each of your strengths.
Please come to me;
Alone I have nothing to reflect. I am nothing.
Please come to me.
I'll subdue each of your weaknesses.
I'll hide what you don't want to see.
Unless you want me to show it.
Always odd and even.
Never the same.
I'm a mirror.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Where the Mind Wanders
AcakCollection of Short Stories. Whenever I get an idea that isn't quite in-depth enough to become a full-fledged story, it turns into a short story and ends up here. Enjoy! (Note: These stories haven't been edited so be gentle) (Note 2: I apologize b...