Into the mind

The constant picturesque image
Flawless and perfect
Hides and deceives the truth
Every time it is seen
It's touched up by the mind.
When fantasy is too good
Reality disappoints
All changes, mixed
In a wild, devouring tornado.
left in a mess
People empty and broken
Leaving everthing to be forgotten
but memories remind
Close your eyes,
And time rewinds.


There he is again
That repulsive slime
who does he think he is?
Smiling all the time

My head's throbbing..
Can you seee it??
Welll, it iss..
A smoke of poison travels the ridges of my brain.
Can you feel it?
I cannn.
I have a headache...damnnnn.

Here it comes again
My pain,
My so-called feelings of love.
I've gone through it
Over and over
Feels like never ceasing, never ending
Seems like when I start to recover,
I would slowly fall again...
Thinking it's deeper than before.
Telling my heart that this time,
It's different, I know it.
Driving whole being to believing.
I guess I myself am the deciever,
The buyer, pretender.
Thinking maybe we can share emotions with each other
Just because of one smile
Just because of seeing eye to eye
Just because of the little things
My mind probably exaggerates.
Your name flows through me,
Out to paper
You and I forever and ever
Countless hearts drawn out of unexplainable passion
Scream out I love you in confession
to me.
I admit all these feelings to me.
But to you, it's hard to do...
To you it's hard to reveal this questionable truth
This "love" easily turns to pain
The cycle revolves
On its wheel, I remain.

I saw you on the subway
going home.
Just there, sitting nearby.
I wasn't sure if I should say hello,
We haven't talked for so long...
Sure if I should wave
Or if i could at all.
So i looked elsewhere,
my head turned away
Like I didn't see you.

Seems easy

Laugh a little
Smile a lot
Every move she makes
Every little sway
Every face she fakes
Changing everyday
Molded to fit
Potter's clay
She's always in
To have her way.
Funny thing,
Her constant change
Seems easy to use
For come what may
Now and then
She's not the same
bustling to be
Anything but plain
Who would want a simple girl for?
"Ordinary is such a bore"
But deep inside,
Inner core
she's always known
That less is more.
Simple girls get sweeter guys
While girls like her
Attract hungry flies
Nasty boys who like to touch
Unlike the ones that
Don't want "too much"
"For "too much girls"
Are hard to please
keeping you bent down,
On your knees
"too much" girls
Aren't worth the wait
Talk too much of other dates"
Although she knew
What they all said
she starved for all
the attention she'd get
being a "too much" girl is all she knows
her deeper side,
She hardly shows
Superficial "too much" girl
Living in her material world
Always working to be remembered
Srtuts like a peacock
Butt full of feathers
Probably'd die if she was forgot
so she runs around in circles
Hiding in what she's not.

Mememories,
I carried a load.
Many of you.
But after a while,
I learned to let go
Leaving them behind
Bit by bit
Not looking back to the past.

But then, a sound i heard
Made me turn around
And there was you,
Carrying the memories dropped
Handing them over
Making me remember
Returning the moments i thought lost
Days of cofusion and sorrow
Times that hurt the most
Sent a flood of the past
Washing over my feet
To drown me
Gradually
In the memory of you.

Almost back to the way the world was
before you came along
(almost.)
Now, everything about you
I recall as nothing but a dream.
Fragile and easily put aside by new thoughts.
(but everything)
They remain, though faint
are not quite forgotten
Just fake.
(Like you never happened.)

I never worry what will happen to them
My recollections of you
I've seen the ending of thier story.
A conclusion ever true

Now posing in quiet shadows
Deprived of attention in my life
No one watches them dance anymore.

Since the time the saw light
They booked enough days
Tired and overplayed
and now they lay silent
Can't beam anymore...
All I can do is look with pity
You were so beautiful before.

END