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Wednesday, 18 January 2012


people always wanting for more
we're praying the things that we have
i'm insane
a ray of light is not enough
this space is too big
for me who always feel alone
my soul lingers
on this empty path
of little people pass me by
i see no judgement
but people accused
what is wrong with 'gift'?
i've never hate anyone
like i want to love
but i don't know how to love
then i love everything
then i love people
then i love you
it's all wrong
and it's not enough
see me
acknowledge me
call me mad
call me as a slut
disgraceful woman
i see no meaning 
in this life
i feel no joy nor happiness
while i create
this fake happiness
don't cry for me
when i'm inside the earth
i deserve no pity
for this grey sky
i capture moments
but the memories pass me by

i'm no man's daughter


i feel so blind
but i'm also bounded
shiny reflection from faraway
those Damaged People
i smell green
but it's not green
i see steps of people waiting
i'm one of them
is something that fills me
can you hear me?
those kind of joy
can you pass me that?
never a day
i could feel happy for myself
give me lights
but not this 'lights'
enlighten me with joy
for me i'm so sinful
look at me of what you see
a lonely nightingale
a scared kitten
an angry bee
an envious spider
destroy me
of which you can see me
i'm no god
mor a good person
i'm a yellow line
of bad and evil
whisper me
the song of the saint
enlighten me with joyous happiness
tell me a secret
i wouldn't know
or not expected to know
i'm calling you darling
save my soul


i hear sounds
people talking nor a birds
i hear something synthetic
the Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
passing within my mind
caressing me
enforcing my senses to feel and see
i seat on nobody's people ground
little people pass by
none of them en captured my heart
i see a pastel sky with clouds like cotton
it's not the bluest sky nor the whitest cloud
every moment pass
i feel distant from this world
word's can't describe my disappointment
to everything i held dear
i'm seating on no man's ground
little people pass me by
no voice just move
without a kindness or leaving an impression
i feel the ground shaking upon me
little people pass me by again
they see 'no' me
i only see reflections
of what something that called 'immaterial'
i always love the world
but not this world
i'am kindness
which you never see
call my name
your ears are filled with this busy sound
never i could feel so tedious
black is my colour
and my mysteries