I'm a teenage ******
I stole my uncle's rifle
I took it to school with me one day
to show all my friends
what I can do

I said "Yo, Roger!"  BOOM!
***** you
Look what I can do
I said "Hey, Nancy"  BA-BOOM!
I can't meet you after school
Not today

I see more friends
I shoot them too
I really don't know what I am doing
and could grow up one day to
see how foolish I was but

That is not going to happen
as I point my weapon at my head
and escape
the misery
in this world of madness

if the wind blows just right
i can hear voices coming
from the bar down the street
   drunken giggles that make me smile
alcohol soaked singing
   making me laugh out loud
i think i'll join them
   clinking sloshy mugs of beer
   telling off color jokes
and sharing in the camaraderie
   amongst the people
     in a small corner bar.

today, i'm within myself
looking out
and wondering
where exactly is that hand
that reaches out for me?

or have i slapped it away
so many times
they've finally given up?

Can you blame me for viewing life gloomily sometimes...
As dim as night or even darker...
Whenever I go beyond unreached, I saw strangers within me...
They knows a lot well... They often brought me to the farthest end...
Religion give us hope... But for them there is no hope at all...
For them we are only God's toys...

They knows every fate of human... Death...
That the blade of the father of time was always in our neck...
That every day we became closer to our unhappy ending...
They were so strong...

They began as my sidekick...
When I started counting 1 2 3... Learning ABC's...
I even taught they were a gift... My guardians...
But as time goes by... Their motive was unleashed...
To ruin life... To ate and destroyed mind...

There was a time that i never know me anymore...
They possessed me so much that I can't even control myself...
It's like a beast was unraveled within me...
Their passion was to get into one's head...
To play mind games with it... To turn white to gray...
Beautiful days into rainy... Love to hatred...

My body fell numb suddenly... Here they comes...
They really did exist... My head will be at war yet again...
On what I feared most... My sudden METAMORPHOSIS...



Mysterious Aries

I Want To Write Poems,
All Over Your Body,
And Pray That,
Whenever I Turn You On,
It Melts All Over
This Angelic Carpet.

she hadn't
felt anything
for so
long
she started
to thank people
for hurting her.

I've Made
A House
For You
In My
Soul.