Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Why am I still here?

I have no idea
Not a single clue
Why this old blog keeps calling to me
I have moved on, I think to myself
To other things, I'm different
And still this old blog keeps calling to me
It contains my past
But now I live in the future
Yet this old blog keeps calling to me
With its brilliantly awful poetry
And I greet it, my old friend
Today we meet once again

Friday, October 12, 2012

Song is calling

A song calls in a language that i don't understand.
and he says it means war
but she says it means peace
and you say it means hate
but I say it means love.

A song calls to me in a language I don't understand
and he second guesses it
but she doesn't question it
and you reject it
but I accept it

Because music that's written from the heart
Can be taken in no matter where it travels
For it will always find a place in the hearts of those
Who believe good music transcends the language barrier

Like me.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

A visit

I revisited this blog today
After ditching it years ago
I cannot believe I used to write
Such angst-y poetry 
I was at the height of my creativity 
I laugh now at who I used to be 
Appreciate the finer points
And look back on my way to looking forward

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Am I?

Are you who you want to be?
What kind of question is that? 
Something I've never thought about. 
I've always known who I've wanted be years from now. 
But I've never asked myself :Am I living the life I want to live? 
Will defiantly pray about this one.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Blog reVIVED

(I abandoned this blog for a little while,but I'm back, with more short poetry. Below is a piece of a song for a story I'm writing)
With a fling of the hand, set the old ablaze
With a nod of the head wash the flames away
With a swing of the legs clear away the ash
With a cross of the arms make new Earth at last.
That's what you do to make new Earth

Sunday, January 10, 2010


When I open my mouth to speak
And no words are coming out
I am scolded for my rudeness
Yelled at for my loss of words

When I speak and words come out
But they do not sound like they should
I am stared at, briefly
And then left alone again

When I speak, and I am heard
I think This is what I want
Sometimes, all I want
Is to be listened to...

Monday, January 4, 2010


My whole day spins
I'm tired
So leave me alone
And don't talk to me
Those are my thoughts, sometimes
Today, my wish nearly came true on the wrong day
None of the guys talk to me...
At least, the ones I want to talk to
But I tell myself what I told everyone else:
"I don't like anyone. I don't need guy's approval. It's a waste of time"
I've never had so much trouble believing my own words...