On the road

When we went out walking on the street and you saw a mall where he used to take you and maybe that is where he kiss you for the first time.And on the next corner beside April's tree you saw a red rose that you and he planted together on last year valentine's Day.And it may got your name and his,carved at the top within heart shape.I promise you I'll try my best not to take any part of him that you held close to your heart,dearly. The problems of your past are your business but the problems of your present are my privilege. When we lay down on a bed side by side on a rainy day and all of a sudden you remember the things that you used to do,how you dance together on the rain or how he used to tell you a story while you're holding his arms and falling asleep on his chest.You may remember every little details of him and nothin' of me,it's okay though,for me.While I'm giving myself    for you,while I try mending your broken heart there is one thing,one little thi...

The summer's heat wave and burn was gone,the air was a little light,new and fresh in a way. I remember the last time we met,you weren't gentle at all. You had your own way to be plain rude and mean. You made me suffer,shiver and shire. You had your own way of penetrating my skin and torture my body,that I had no control of. You took joy in the pain you have caused me and as time pass by it only seems worse,like there is no resistance to it. And now here we are again old chap-WINTER. Another restless bloody cold December and its army. The in-laws  of Hitler and Parte,kin to snow and white. The rosy red cheeks is nothing but pale. Beauty deceased, nothing seems to be alive. You had smitten the darling buds of spring.I have found solace in the immortal words of Percy Bysshe Shelly, "O,wind,if winter comes,can spring be far behind". It sometimes sure do me some good but word is just word,until it becomes real. And the real for me lies far away that even ...

His silent promise, Her faint cry, In the night that is daunt, She is Heaven-born He is peasant-son, The Earth is frown and brown When one is two But, Heaven smile, When one is two.

A Mid-night Thingy. There was one candle left in the room,it was mounted on the table beside the bed and the room was dimly lit.Alone,there they were in the dark,whisper no word of love,they just let nature as it be.Outside,the moon was out in the night of October sky, it wasn't well lit in the air under the hills of Chanmari west and crickets and its likes were buzzing in the deep woods.But, inside the house the night was still young and fair. He pulled her close to him,face to face,so close they could feel each other heart beats.How timid and excited they were at the same time. His hands over her neck, he isn't gentle at all but strangle her intimately, his lips on her lips and their tongue pleasing each other. Its a feeling like no drugs but they were both getting high.Slowly,she unbuttoned his clothes from top to bottom and as their bodies touch the sheet of the bed,they knew the waves of heaven is with them.It was a pleasure that cherish one's heart.As they lay o...

Down the stream of fog and mist To the valley of grieve and woe We walk together, silently As the sunbeams penetrates her errant hair, Gracefully, glistering through that autumn branch Silently,we fall into emptiness No words mutter, no pleasing voice In a daze,the joyful soul is quiet A merry heart is hurt But a wanderer life is at still Her soft voice lull my ears Just like a song bird I gaze upon her seductive eyes That stare my staggering eyes My dull hands preserve the memory Of her soft breast, Of her inviting lips And her delicate skin That weaved her frail bones.

''I wait,I wait in the shades of time.Three years have passed since then but they don't yet heal the scar of you.'' When you whispered to me the era of the old days,you took me back to the youth of my heart,the root of my life.But you don't realize that you revived the hardest battle I ever fought,the only time I was cut with a scar that don't heal.In her own words,           "I dance with the devil himself                         And I like it" She was there, sitting in the balcony of a two story wooden house set in a countryside outta town which is surrounded by daisies and  lilies beside the lake.I caught myself watching her from the beach,it was nothing but  a glimpse but it seems to me like as though my whole life has been just poured down to me,laid there in front of me.She was about tall,long dark hair, a bit of skinny just enough to cherish her gentle cu...

It was early spring and the brimming light splits drously through the old dun velvet curtain.The lilies on my yard started to bloom like my lurching heart.A slizzy cold wind that blows away my drought during a warm day calm my mind and it is a sanctuary to my rotten soul.There's a few things that color my life and spring time is definitely the time that somehow i feel more alive,a fresh start and hope .A second chance is never a bad thing.Well, y'all know a saying ''Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers'' The sun shine on the long white road that ribboned down the hill as i was walking and strollin' the seashore.When this bare feet of mine were worn and tired, i walk no more, not a footstep, not an inch.I fell down to the dampy wet sand that doesn't get enough of the sun rays or just wave over waves of water came crushing it. I look beside me and a flock of seagulls were hunting for earthworms, a clever birds they are but they d...