Thursday, June 18, 2009

Dancing Through the Night


After the eclipse of the unnatural whispers

Beating across the stars

In the shy moon smiles

Beside a dead sunshine

Blazing against the forgotten pictures

Under the breathless gravity

Pulled from the words of the unspoken planets

Felt inside the bones of the dancing comets

As my list is the ghost of my words

Mercury's heart meant by Venus's love

Compare with shooting star emotion

Meant on a rose

To weak to share that smile

Beyond her words

As life is meet without its flower.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Romeo & Juliet


Romeo: My heart truly belongs to you

Juliet: Our love is forever

Romeo: We've stayed here for too long

[Now he knows the winds carry sorrow.]

Juliet: We truly belong together

Romeo: The days of our love are endless

Juliet: I will swallow the universe for you

[ Fragments of love torn apart.]

Romeo: Our families hate is our love

Juliet: This is nothing new as this is true

Romeo: Let us end our hearts pain

[As they lay on the bed of the universe]

Juliet: Let us close our wounds

Juliet: That will make us forever...

[As they drink the venom of love]

With one last kiss

They suck each other poison out

As the lifeless bodies lay dead on the bed of the universe...

Their spirits roam

The earth

To enjoy their endless love.


-Note; This poem was one of my early work. Done back in the summer of 2007.
I was one of the many who also fell in love with William Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet.
I, later on, became infulenced to write my own Romeo & Juliet.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Le Corbeau


The crow

Is the animal I always wanted to be…

The crow

Is the bottle up emotion, that’s hidden inside my soul…

The crow

Is the lock, shade less colors of my distant heart…

The crow

Is the nightmare of what my dreams use to be…

The crow

Is just one of the many gifts of God…

The crow

Is just the happiness of a lost sadness within life…

The crow

Is just the animal I always wanted to be…

Only looking upon me,

So black…

So cold…

So lonely…

Without a care

With no hope of death…

Picturing myself as the false reflection, of what the crow wanted to be.