29 May 2009

The broken alarm clock is a comfort.
Set to ring each morning, it decided to cease working.
Just as well, for sleep comes at the strangest of times.
Here, the moments are etched in instances of waiting,
waiting to fall, fall asleep,
away from the pendulum's swing.


How long has this storm been?
Overwhelmed by this ocean's formless tides,
their relentless waves have eroded boldness into diffidence.
None was brought out here to drown,
but on nights like this, there is an anvil that sinks down seven feet underground,
Making things go upside down.


That moonlight cast shadows in my mind.
A shadow play ensued with four-syllabic characters
named Dubiety, Uncertainty, Hesitancy
and in my mind, I sought and seek to look past them.
Because the moonlight reminds me of a secure expectancy,
I'll attempt to intone a cantabile melody in that second Adagio movement.


Where do I find myself again?
Because... because I am... scared.

Opus on an O Key

Open my eyes to the work of Your Hand.

Other things matter not when You speak.

Oceans will part at the whisper of Your call.

Of all that surrounds me, O God,

Only let Your will be done in my life.

umbrella

it's raining now, but i know it won't last long.
i really want you to
be shielded from the rain,
we'll wait
and the rain will stop.
i know that
it will stop.
and
yes.

i'll wait.

5 may

you know what?

We're so different. And it's painful to know it...

And i guess it's why i choose not to say it.








family? really?
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