searching

This morning full of mist
Leaves me confused
To enjoy it, or to be sad
Or to dance to the natures tune
still in my heart lonely as a dune

Searching places again and again
For the final point
Where all hardships end
Where in my final form I descend
Change my form to sand
Amongst all to make my stand

Or just to unite every grain
Maybe mist is a good omen
Start of a good day
But I need to find a place
Just warm enough
Where forever I’ll stay

transforming state

Trapped between past and the present

To choose between the life now or life to be- a difficult task

To live

Or to be in the present mask

Transforming into a better being

Stings of the past still pains

To complete the things remaining

Or to be in the past

About which myself I still blame

Fading of the memories

Of love and dirty hate

But since addicted to pain

Paralyzed by the state

Paralyzed by the state I’m

Some one help me to wash the stain

To stop the voice

Repeatedly calling me insane

first day

First day
The painted rooms, I hate the way
Pinching bright light
Less to see
Empty buildings in sight
Waiting for the teacher
And void elevator rooms
Screech of the crusher and its booms
Unknown echoing sounds
Broken or being made homes are the ones that surrounds
I hate this way
Daily to travel long
I hate the place where I stay

To look down the top floor
Still no reason to jump
Not liking the way it is
I regret the way blood pumps

crushed by the pressure

I’m the clutch
I hate the way my life is
I hate the way it sucks
The way I thought to be something
the way I fail
The way I say this
The way I sail
Filled with happiness my heart
I hate the way it bluffs
Now I hate myself
Because I hate to love

Dying to live my life
To recover
Possibilities left to discover
But it seems impossible to clear the way
To clear the memories that still stay