Friday, February 25, 2011

The Classroom

The bright lights,
the windows I have known for so long.

And this loneliness of waiting.
How could it be so lingering?

I wonder if words could tell me the truth,
I wonder if waiting could give me more time.

If loneliness is all that you can feel,
would it be so painful anymore to wait?

Caught in a deep reflection,
my soul have waited for eternity.

Waiting for something it has already forgotten.

So listen,
as the world never gives you another chance.

Monday, February 14, 2011


The spider web on the wall swings,
as though they're following the rhythm

of the clock nearby.

Sad but true, we're all waiting,
while dancing with the universe,

for a certain death.

Of course everyone would be sad,
of course they would cry

to just endure their pain.

For what is the world planned,
whether sorrow or joy,

in unison.

The world you step on,
the life you go,

may we get hurt.

For a while,
whether I refuse or accept you,

be with me.

Couldn't we pray?
Could we not pray?

Can't we just shut up?

No, we never would be able to...

Friday, February 11, 2011


The soundless dialogue
of two girls passing by.

I am waiting in the hospital,
as I was in a terminal.

If orders could be equal to
the absence of prevention,

then whose fault is it,
to let one break others' hearts?

Should never consider myself right,
should never consider myself wrong.

What a shameless discovery.