Ghost

transparent
weightless

i am a ghost

let me see the empty of me
and hear my silence
seep down

Fireworks

its still weeks before new year but i hear a lot of firecrackers and see a lot of fireworks

which makes me wonder if you can really see the excact same view all over again

i guess we cant

because sometimes it looks the same but its somehow different

though the difference may only be inches

its still different

and the clouds behind the colors can never be the same again

they move

like our lives clouds move without prediction

and like our lives fireworks are surprises

noisy

yet colorfull

The Coldest Christmas

I think this must be my coldest christmas


Snow flakes
crystals
and ice

Sorrowfull
bitter
and cold

I shiver

Company
with solace
and nothing else

I shiver still

Yesterday
tommorow
christmas

I shiver more

Bayside

its been a long time since i wrote on my blog
i dedicate this to a girl who broke my heart.

here he no longer waits for the sun to be swallowed by the seashore
where at night the sky is filled with the glitter that exposes his eyes to beauty.

here he used to lay on his back waiting for falling stars to rest at the bottom of the sea
until the sea is only held by the palm of his memory.

before he used to swim between the crevices of fantasy and reality
imagination, realism, void.

here is where here is no longer here but somehwere out there waiting
forever till it is no longer

here she will never come back.

he can never wait
he never will.