Sunday, November 11, 2012

When the world ends.

When the world ends.


 When the world ends. i thought i’d be holding on to you

when the sky shatters u thought i'd carry you through


now you’re not here


and i'm gonna be alone when the world ends


when the world ends …i’ll dissolve with everything, strayed and cold


when the world ends. there will be no hope 


when the world ends , there will be no real friend


when the world ends, there will be no you.


when the world ends, there will be no me


and the world ends everyday! 

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Only a life!


One moment at a time
One breathe!
And a scale to weight what's valuable.
It's always you and your choices
You and this operator in your head
You and the whole universe in a split of a second.
You miss one judgment and the whole world leans to the wrong direction
Like a big titanic , you break and sink in halves and quarters , slaps and shreds!
All meant to be, yes it's all meant to be.
Just one skipped heart beat and a held breath.
What would you miss?!
NOTHING
Only one moment
Only a "life"!

Tuesday, April 03, 2012

Music Box

Tiny dancer... in a soft sounding music box
Her dress might not twirl and flow with the air..
But she's going round on the tip of her ballerina shoes
And when the world is sound asleep, she comes to live
and everything becomes hers and a spark within her shines

Spring-Flower Dream

One day i'm gonna have my own garden...
A fertile land far beyond the high mountains
Underneath the sky lighting green green trees
with the sun bathing my chords
and soft breeze brushing my hair
beside the flowing river
where the dew kisses the royal lilies along the banks
and the ducks will fiddle their wings
to the dancing pond weeds
 and birds will whistle their immortal  tunes
Up where the palms hug the sky
and the worms climb up that ancient willow
where big eyed the owl guards the trees
starring at wild grass tickle the frowny pansies 
I'll stretch my two feet and dive in the soil
In my colorful dress flowing north and east
 the seeds will fly as high as the clouds
making love to the blushing roses
and the butterflies will drink up sweet potions
and pet drunken lovers noses
they will stay up to the break of down
chasing lightening bugs like flying stars
watching the moon go home
and the golden sun will rise again
To the fertile land beyond the mountainous.



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