Hop Skotch

Tinted windows, darkened room
her eyes peep through the narrow curtains torn in gloom
Lost, she takes comfort in the shadows
She remains hidden, living in the dark.

Colours shy away from the numbness,
Dust becoming one with the sorrow
she sees no hope in the warm sun, and games
she watches the world in black, white and red.

Explosions remembered in the night; skies turning to fire
her monsters scream; she has no peace
Her wounds are still raw; her scars too deep
she is incomplete in her life; in her sleep

her tender smile lost in the sight of toys
she is trapped within the walls; she cannot run
framed in two wooden poles, she looks away from the world,
as she hops across the room away from the light.

Imprisoned

I hide to escape reality;
I put on a new mask, a new identity,
Disguising my tears with laughter.
I start out to begin a new life,
But i can't take it anymore.
I run away from my sadness
Pursuing the desire to be happy once more,
But even a fugitive cannot run forever.
One day i shall fade and be forgotten;
One day i shall fall and never wake.
I cannot prevent that.

Secrets and whispers of the dark remains in me,
Ready to be placed beside me in my grave;
Pain, anger and love, buried in unity.
I have hungered for a love i know i'll never receive,
I have desired for a care so deep that it's impossible to reach.
Burdened with the unforgivable truth,
I watch the world pass me by,
Every second as unfair as the next.
Will i ever find the peace, the serenity; the sanity?

Angel's Symphony

Through out the heavens, filled a voice
So beautiful, so sweet,
singing of the good news
Of the great love, of the Almighty.

An angelic figure
stood in the middle of many clouds
Drifting into the distance
To fill its melodies in the world of man.
To place a word of love,
To plant a kiss on each of His children
So that they may feel their Father above.

Come down Angel Gabriel,
Sing God's symphony into our ears
So that we may be pure
Cleansed by our Father's grace.

The Blues

Flickers of blue reflects before her eyes

Colours; photos in shades of blue

Oceans, serene and beautiful,

against the cloudless blue sky.

She plunges into the blue, deeper and deeper

So beautiful; Creation surrounded her

In shades of blue; reflections of waves and light,

Turning into deepened darkness.

The soft sand, the rocks, and corals,

turns blue; a darker hue.

She floats away, lying on the soothing current

Watching the blue glitters of sun;

Drowning in the beauty; in colours of blue;

Becoming one with the deeper hue,

As her eyes close into the blue.

Pale Angel

she sits alone in her room
no one to run to,no where to hide.
drowning in her fears and “sacred” thoughts
she would sink into an imaginary world
once again she escapes into the darkness
there is nothing to lose…there never was..
in her world laughter and love danced around her,
there,hope is full of youthful joy
everything was beautiful;she was beautiful
she was so high…as angels sang her to sleep..

there she felt at home,she felt love
she felt so alive…
and as she slept..she felt no more..

a pathetic soul
she remained drugged in her sweet hallucinations..til,
her innocense destroyed her as she craved for more
her life is too hopeless;too many nightmares,
and now she is just a mere shadow..
still hiding in the dark..
she will never rest.

ps:many people have lost their lives to hard drug addiction..what people don’t understand is that…they just wanted to forget…that’s all..and they did..they are gone now..and forgotten.

Doomed Lullabies

The wooden floor creeks as the cradle rocks to and fro.
a mirage smiles, watching the moon..
no more pain and separation
just a smile is visible…
laughter is seen but not heard..
so tender and beautiful,
untouchable to human hands.
it feels so close…yet it’s so far..
it smiles and plays..
until it sleeps..
and as it fades away with the shadows,
its mother cries for more…

The Painter

It’s just another painting,
full of colour and wonder
A trail left by the painter’s brush;
It’s hard to see the desperate strokes
In the bright reds and blues, and colourful hues.
Nobody sees the expression of the painter’s hands
All withered, discoloured, and pale.

Gasping, he reaches for his brush
Hoping and praying, that
The splattered colours; his canvas
Would give him life,
So he may live for one more day.

A Young Girl

Fields of colourless flowers
Staring at the wide, blue sea,
Sharing the beauty of endless love;
Two young eyes,
Clouding the darkness with light
A young girl; raw beauty.
She smiles at the stars beyond;
Reach towards the dove,
Flying across the sky,
Cradling the sun.

A young girl; an angel so fair
Lay your head on the wind,
Colour the rainbow, with your delicate touch.
Run down the mountain, streaming silver flames;
Colouring the shadows, with imaginary light.

Never cry, young girl
Fill the day with showers of laughter
Colour the wilderness, whispering a prayer.
The eyes ignore such beauty;
Envious that nothing could compare.