would tomorrow cry for me?

O Muse, your words are music to my content,
The fortress crumbles, my soul's bent
To unravel the rust of this wretched body,
Devoid of existence, the temple of malady
For I hide beneath the mask of Apollo
And flaunt gaiety with face unbarred
The tears not seen under the veil,
For my pain is just a dust on the scale.

If I die tonight, would tomorrow cry for me?

Would the world shed its heavy plumes?

And dust my ashes to the winds?

Or would I crumble like the ruins

Or my memories fade under faint skies?

If my soul trembles, what would've become of my body?

If my fate is laid, what would my future behold?

Unrivaled woes and grievances,

Would tomorrow be uncertain if Death be its gain?

If I die tonight, would tomorrow cry for me?

Or would I be just another tombstone?

read towards the end.

you touch my lips and i
feel the warmth
of your service, that
lavishness your embrace
hugs tight in your bosom
warm is what
welcomes me
satisfying,
invigorating,
my nerves pulsating
this clutch will tell you of
what is my longing all
about
my mouth grasps for your
curves
ever perfect yet ever cold
smiths of wonder may
have mold
yet this touch, this grip
you'll ever surrender
ever giving, your body
yearning
my touch, this stroke
this caress you silently
spoke
in the past,
unleash your coldness
and embrace my heart
warm in my heart
cold in my hand
we bond.
yet you never spoke
of love
must i be caught here
dreaming?
yet your surrender is
quite tempting
silent yet welcoming
cold yet enduring
goaded yet willing to be
a masochist for you
a sadist i am of your
indifference.
you're my,

spoon.

worm.

This is my first post since new year came. The start of this year has been good so far. Personal life is good. Love life is also good, in fact superb. Career ( I like to call it work) is also good, except for some stressful days which I think is really inevitable.

There has been so may things happening to be in a grateful mode and mood. Hehe. Anyway, the year that passed had been a fruitful one, in all aspect that is. Although there were periods of passiveness, it was a productive one.

Anyway, I've been busy with my journal. Hehehe..I will just post later about so and so. Hehehe..Here's a poem that I made. Care to comment.

ode to the worm

the worm,

silly, newly spawned

somewhere else

crawling on the immaculate,

floor oblivious to

its surroundings

mindful of its struggle,

struggle to self

the selfish awakening

its milky innards

beckoning the dangers

of oblivion

of Death

whose sinister smile

runs its sickle on its head,

the squirming body.

the humans,

silly, spawning everywhere

crawling on their bellies

with thoughts

of greed,

malice,

discontent,

pursuing, corrupting the

ever-changing world,

immaculate that was

humming in their universe

the sound of its end

beckoning the Armageddon

their bodies writhing

pleasures of

ungodly treasures,

malicious ventures,

atrocious behaviours,

crawling their way

to their graves,

with Death sweetly

smiling its embrace

coldness on its shoulder

staring in darkness

standing near the door

holding on its sickle

slicing through their heads.

Yet redemption.

a vampire's diary

Another poem from me, inspired by immortality and vampires.



thought you're reserved coz i knew for sure
your raiment, the way you looked, so pure
unblemished, i cared not to understand
to stare at you is an experience grand

but i discovered something, made me sad
to tattle-tale for me was just so bad
rather i beckoned my mouth to silence
endured the pain, did the penitence

constricted, the pain within my soul
grief-stricken, i was under your control
fooled, bereaved, my heart's a beating dead
to you i succumbed, your blood was my bread.

alas, your hell descended upon me
your chastisement yearned me to be free
i'm your Faust, your moment's finality
my maker, my death, my immortality.

here comes the king

x-ray dog

Torn

I'm torn between two roads,
One facing the wide open sea,
the other, lush green meadows facing me,
Should I stay or should I be free?

The sea beckons the sail to freedom
Of dreams and happiness beyond
Alas! Did I just ask myself?
Do I really know how to swim?

My heart yearns for that open sea
But I can't, for to leap is suicide
Unacceptable troubles and curse
These my mind can't comprehend.

The meadows offer the safety, Life wants
the bondage, secured but pure pretense
Here I am succumbed to this place
To dig my nails on this earthly cage.

Will I risk my life for that open sea?
Or will I stay here and be safe?
Of that I'm sure I'm coward
This thing I'm brave enough...I'll not admit

life

Life is art,
but sometimes boring,
an empty canvass,
hung up on a ceiling.
you splash a paint,
and drops a bucket
of pain in your eyes.

Life is not boring, afterall.