A person desires one thing on his life

No matter how long time will pass it stays on his mind

He didn’t care whether what is wrong and right

As long as that feeling don’t fall behind

His eyes are clouded with dreams, and anxiety is long gone at last

It may seems that his face shows happiness

But the truths on that expression are lies drawn like an art

A mask that you can’t unravel unless his secrets are blown apart

In the morning as he wakes he can’t move on his own

He needs that desire, so that his whole being will react to what he had sown

He will not stop until he reaches the colorful end

A paradise that for most of us is a darkest den

There are reasons why he does things that people don’t expect

Like ending the life of the woman he had missed

He thinks that covering her eyes with nothingness is a test

A problem that he will endure until his last breathe

Just got back in here.

My last post was a message to my father.

Me, asking why he didn’t care.

And now I am crying.

Because since he died last May.

Please, forgive ‘papa’ for all of my sins.

I’m very sorry for not

being a good son.

I’m very sorry.

Thinking of you

Makes me cry.

Soon, will see each other again

Me,

You,

And

Mom

Just wait for me ‘papa’ wherever you are.

Please, tell ‘mama’ I love her so much

Just like how much I love you.

I always sang

Somewhere over the rainbow

At home I recited

Somewhere over the rainbow

When I am alone, I go

Somewhere over the rainbow

When I walked I hummed

Somewhere over the rainbow

As I woke up I thought of

Somewhere over the rainbow

When I was hungry I sing

Somewhere over the rainbow

Did you notice?

That's the only line I know

Can't

go online

Sorry

Is this

a telegram?

Short

words

Singe

word

Joy in the eyes of a blind man

Is like facing black canvasses

Though he couldn't really run far

But his heart knows real faces

He creates a world for him self

And fails at times when he does it

His body, mind and soul are kept

Simple smile on his lips will fit

Don’t blame him for what he can do

Sitting all day long on his ramp

He is escaping from his foe

Whispering wishes near a lamp

His mind’s filled with colorful dreams

No one can think of his real name

Insanity draws close, it seems

Nothing’s wrong with him being lame

Think of it that he’s more sincere

He tells no lies behind what’s truth

He may not be a perfect ‘sir’

But he’s more mature wearing suit

Bury me in your embrace

Soak me with your hot tears

Let your pain radiates to me

I want you to be happy

I dwell in the dark

But I am real

Tell me

Show me your fears

Let me eat it all up for you

I'm willing to sacrifice myself

There was a guy named Nicolo

Future was was so clear on his mind when he was young

Now that he got old. He ended on a blocked road

as he dreamed of it.

Somehow he found himself sitting on a bench

In a park far from home

That was it. He couldn't believe it

He'd traveled on his own at last

Taking a deep breath

He smelled the cool air

mixed with the scent of the cherry blossom around him

Dancing to the blowing wind

That was one of his dream

To reach the beautiful land of Japan

No one noticed him though

The people just walked with the smile on their faces

Even if he tried to talked to them

They couldn't understand him

He knew a little of their language

So, he stayed watching their whole being

He's jealous to the group of friends near him

He has friends but still he felt like he didn't have

A couple held hand

His heart melted thinking why he couldn't have someone

Suddenly, he felt this void on his chest

The surrounding made him sad

It couldn't no longer draw a smile on his lips

A tear fell from his eyes as he stood

He was pulled by this feeling

That he needed to get back from where he's born

In one step he's already on the front of their house

It didn't surprise him at all

What surprised him was the people

Sitting on every table, holding cards and cups

Just like from the park

He's like an invisible as he walked in to the door

He saw his father sitting on a chair near a coffin

Nicolo wandered why his father was crying

Did someone died that he didn't known of?

Curiosity struck him so he walked closer to the white box

As he looked down to the glass covered casket

Tear fell down again on his cheeks

Why he was seeing himself?

He couldn't utter a word. It was really him.

Bathe on blood

Soak in tears

Torn to death

Drawn by fears

The day ends

New night starts

Joy is killed

Saw no stars

He seeks ports

Same as old

Mind on wrath

Die on the spot

Yeah

it sucks

Men

no hacks

Can't

jump high

Can't

sing right

Can't

write well

Can't

speak

No word can tell

Chaos he is in

Sleeps in pain

Life ends in its own way

Please, stay by my side

Who would say that to him?