Today the garden blooms for the first time, as hundreds ,perhaps thousands, of shining little flowers rise up, soaring into the sky, ease themselves into something much bigger, I can't help but be reminded that maybe, humans are just like the reflection on the surface of those bubbles.
Bubbles, they're fragile, yet they always rising up, reaching out to something that they might not even able to see, only to destroy themselves, and become one with the sky, just like the life of one person. From beginning to end, people always reaching out, and searching, for that one thing only comes when the end is near.
And I admired them, the bubbl
written in red
She doesn't have a name
goes by Queen
she graces her feet on clones of sins
She likes sweet
and tea in the afternoon
Darjeeling, rose, green
her favorite with a dash of honey
forgot its color
silk woven by descending snow
dyed in crimson
her hair death's transparent string
She loves songs
and dancing in the evening
The fiery twilight
her favorite with whispers of wind's melodies
prideful fierce ice
glowing topaz forge by sunlight
sunk in madness
her eyes abyss's warming greeting
She adores day
and waking before the morning
Fluttery pink dawn
chased away unseen ghosts of her night
under glistering moon
n
Sarah, Sarah, it was my name
how it was said, I still remember
clearly
the way it rolls
running towards me
eyes shining
' Look at what I made' - it would say
holding in its embrace
wonders of a child.
Tiny pit-pat, echoing in these grand halls
it seeks for me
my name, my ever dearly name
left behind its imprint
on these high ceiling
soft and fragile, the fluttering of one lone butterfly
painted its presence on the marble canvas
and like a broken record,
these walls play its melody
of laughter, sounds and voices
whispering 'once upon a time'
doors are no longer opening and closing
granting entrance to a traveling name
mo
In this glided cage, adorned with expensive luxuries
you sing
on your make-believe pedestal
under you
the corpse of our world
decaying
crumbling
into the ever eager abyss
and still
you sing
in your glided cage
on your make-believe pedestal
a future
filled with rose-colored words.
it was all your fault
and mine...
I close my eyes,
wander
on obsidian floor
of sleeping worlds.
Fields of green
weaves into lines
emerald threads
blooms
onto baby blue sky.
Waltz of crimson
dissolves into droplets
ruby tears
drops
spins around golden clock.
and the colors sing
melodies forgotten;
once upon a time.
I close my eyes
whirl
to the tune
of aging memories.
Hey..what's time.
It's a foreign concept, one I never seems to grasp
whenever I tried, it always escapes
slipping through the cracks on my palm
like droplets of rain, returning to the earth
back to the ocean, circling, circling
in a game that never ends.
Take a little time, stop from your chasing
and look back, at the road you took
Colors are rising.
In my white, you're the black that
write our stories
build this world
draw songs, into vibrant shades of colors
In my black, you're the white that
reveal our secrets
discover this world
open doors, into glimmering shards of rainbow
From beneath your feet
life is forming
vivid, rich and bright.
So stop, and listen
the melody of your journey.
This little one is to tell the hours
This little one is to tell the minutes
This little one is to tell the seconds
And this little one is to mark the time.
Sunlight trickling into the open window
warming up this aging stage
in a little shop at one corner of the world
so today as well, you dance to the tune of time passing by
When did it begin, little store in a corner of the world
When was the time that worn out back still young
and when did the hands sprouting out wrinkles
The beaten sweater had forgotten its spring.
It must had been, a really, really long time
for the stage to filled with creaks
for the eyes that had became so
The city, the city is restless, voices are bouncing, bouncing back and for.
Hurry, hurry up. Run .Fast, faster.
The city is unrest, unsettled, noises are buzzing, like a destroyed beehive.
Black, black is falling from the sky, gobbles up everything it came in contact with. Black, black is everywhere. Hurry, hurry up. Run. The Voices are urgent it, to run, run away. And there's no one here, but this is the city , so why....
Everything was wrong. Black, deep black liquid is pouring down from somewhere above, drop by drop, consuming, hungry for a meal.
Run, voices are rushing, was it always like this, the voice - the city is - screaming, y
I saw a cat
Today
Behind the rusted blue bars of an abandoned airplane training ground
On the sidewalk beyond the once crowded gate
Litter with fallen leaves and overgrown grass
just sitting there
silently
..Quietly
staring
..watching
Waiting
A black dot blended into the ever changing of seasons on this old place
Behind the long faded blue bars
It stands,head held high, regal and waiting
Something
and dreaming...
Time stands still, and passes away
Slipping through the cracks in every pieces of life
like the bicycle keeps rolling on these worn out roads
chipping away memories and scenery
At time, I wondered if it was me lo
Today the garden blooms for the first time, as hundreds ,perhaps thousands, of shining little flowers rise up, soaring into the sky, ease themselves into something much bigger, I can't help but be reminded that maybe, humans are just like the reflection on the surface of those bubbles.
Bubbles, they're fragile, yet they always rising up, reaching out to something that they might not even able to see, only to destroy themselves, and become one with the sky, just like the life of one person. From beginning to end, people always reaching out, and searching, for that one thing only comes when the end is near.
And I admired them, the bubbl
This little one is to tell the hours
This little one is to tell the minutes
This little one is to tell the seconds
And this little one is to mark the time.
Sunlight trickling into the open window
warming up this aging stage
in a little shop at one corner of the world
so today as well, you dance to the tune of time passing by
When did it begin, little store in a corner of the world
When was the time that worn out back still young
and when did the hands sprouting out wrinkles
The beaten sweater had forgotten its spring.
It must had been, a really, really long time
for the stage to filled with creaks
for the eyes that had became so
Take a little time, stop from your chasing
and look back, at the road you took
Colors are rising.
In my white, you're the black that
write our stories
build this world
draw songs, into vibrant shades of colors
In my black, you're the white that
reveal our secrets
discover this world
open doors, into glimmering shards of rainbow
From beneath your feet
life is forming
vivid, rich and bright.
So stop, and listen
the melody of your journey.
Hey..what's time.
It's a foreign concept, one I never seems to grasp
whenever I tried, it always escapes
slipping through the cracks on my palm
like droplets of rain, returning to the earth
back to the ocean, circling, circling
in a game that never ends.
I close my eyes,
wander
on obsidian floor
of sleeping worlds.
Fields of green
weaves into lines
emerald threads
blooms
onto baby blue sky.
Waltz of crimson
dissolves into droplets
ruby tears
drops
spins around golden clock.
and the colors sing
melodies forgotten;
once upon a time.
I close my eyes
whirl
to the tune
of aging memories.
written in red
She doesn't have a name
goes by Queen
she graces her feet on clones of sins
She likes sweet
and tea in the afternoon
Darjeeling, rose, green
her favorite with a dash of honey
forgot its color
silk woven by descending snow
dyed in crimson
her hair death's transparent string
She loves songs
and dancing in the evening
The fiery twilight
her favorite with whispers of wind's melodies
prideful fierce ice
glowing topaz forge by sunlight
sunk in madness
her eyes abyss's warming greeting
She adores day
and waking before the morning
Fluttery pink dawn
chased away unseen ghosts of her night
under glistering moon
n
Sarah, Sarah, it was my name
how it was said, I still remember
clearly
the way it rolls
running towards me
eyes shining
' Look at what I made' - it would say
holding in its embrace
wonders of a child.
Tiny pit-pat, echoing in these grand halls
it seeks for me
my name, my ever dearly name
left behind its imprint
on these high ceiling
soft and fragile, the fluttering of one lone butterfly
painted its presence on the marble canvas
and like a broken record,
these walls play its melody
of laughter, sounds and voices
whispering 'once upon a time'
doors are no longer opening and closing
granting entrance to a traveling name
mo
In this glided cage, adorned with expensive luxuries
you sing
on your make-believe pedestal
under you
the corpse of our world
decaying
crumbling
into the ever eager abyss
and still
you sing
in your glided cage
on your make-believe pedestal
a future
filled with rose-colored words.
it was all your fault
and mine...
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Blanket size 8D Operating System: Window XP Wallpaper of choice: Scenery Skin of choice: fur-like skin Favourite cartoon character: Tom; Jerry Personal Quote: Moving forwards, not moving in circle
Tools of the Trade
My pencil, my brother's computer and my aunt's camera