Monday, June 13, 2016

Sitting Alone

Sometimes I sit alone
and listen to the wind.
The wind has no echo,
it keeps my secret safe.
Sometimes I sit alone
with shade under a tree,
its roots are always loyal,
the trees will never leave.
Sometimes I sit alone
near an ocean's lake.
a body like my body
yet to make it to its place.
Sometimes I sit alone,
inside a crowded room,
hoping that one day
I will find you.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Dreaming Of A Wish

Dreaming of a wish...

Monday, June 6, 2016



When words are trapped inside 
begging to be free,
your body is the language that I speak.
When tears do more than cry,
when smiles show more than glee,
your body is the language that I speak.
When shivers down your spine
await for ecstasy,
your body is the language that I speak
When we not need a word
and both our hearts are synced,
love will be the language that we speak.
The languages we speak...

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

I Wish

I wish
that I could cry for you,
I wish
I was always near,
I wish
I could take your pain away;
I wish
this for you, my dear.