Morning Run

Wake up in my early morning

Picked up by your kisses

The adrenaline churned high

But yet we satisfied in our moans

I picked up my shoes

And get ready for a run

Escape from my cage

Escape from the mind's prison

Feel the sweat of morning ray

Feel the sounds of heart to the beat of music

Repeatedly I shuffled the songs

As if I shuffled all the pressures of all the week

I was tired within my own dull

But my wet T-shirt scream proudly

It's been awhile I sealed within my bustle mind

This is the first morning I ditch them out

Memories Beyond the Door

Fly away from the memories

The ghosts of past trailed, never stop to chase

A journey finally brings me back

Back to the same door that I used to open

The breezes that I never forgotten

The odor of the hall that never change

I stood at the edge of my gate's sanity, the lips of an old trip

Be ready for the first gusts of my treasures' pasts

Vacant room is just like what I've thought

No passer, no shadow, only me in this big hollow

I reached the dusty quilt, cover up my self

This is my comfort zone, while I sit among the sense of loss

Tears of yearn never melt, I assume it has dried

Maybe it goes to some other place

Where nobody or nothing could see or even realized 

Missing out this place, I think this is too much

The reflection of my bitter sweet memories reeled out

Playing the same scene at the same place where I stood

Where I can see those people who once ever filled this empty room

Those people who now filled the empty space of heaven's room

Chain of Guilty Room

Run and run 

Run away from the sun

The sun of pleasure and mourn which had done or undone

Teary, weary rain

Weary rain which washed me with this pain

Pain of bad dreams which get staging on its stain

Stuck in this guilty room

The room that freeze by the gloom

The gloom that lurks behind the luster of your bloom

Future never be

Never be like the things that we hope to see

That we hope to see for free

For everything happened with a price

A price that unable to be changed or even with our rights

Our rights which saved and sealed without a compromise 

For the life which stuck in a price

Thoughts of the Day

Time, chime

The rigors of life climb their rhyme

Run, spun

No exit, boundless edge embraced, stunned

Hide or fight

Sweet rumor in plight

Brave or timid

Our time is limit... life is limit...

Crazy

Strong self-regulation plays a role as the character named tenet

She stands on a human imperfection as being unequal

The silence which tries to wriggle in a surge of life

Successfully tickled her peace, her serenity

Try to wash away all the black and white under her consciousness

Private figure imprisoned her in mirage

She opens her eyes and tear down all the walls

Stand on the insecurity she found her self in hollow... 

Drowning in a sea of fears...

The brutality of words rape her morality 

They took those pictures of her and replaced her into a limbo 

She lives unsteadily, she wished to be saved

Blindness was coming later along with the beautiful paradise but fake ...

This crisis did not stop ...

Shout through the empty space 

She began to dissolve within her nature

For the implication of silence had rotten 

Deep abyss creates her in bitter and sore....

Little Treasure

And a pair of those little feet were stepping

Cheerfully, treading each period which was carrying her somewhere nowhere

A fragmented laughter echoed from all angles hailed her name



For she is the apple of her father's eyes...



She grew with everything 

As if born with beautiful wings, which not only adorned her body

But abled to carry her flew away to heaven that was made for her...



For she was the angel of her mother's heart....



Petite figure stood on a naivete ...

The dream world slowly manipulates, toying her, risking her 

A trust betrayed finally ...



And that scourge became the first stain of her life ...



Those little feet have now taken their big steps

A girl has grown into a lady

By rising from the rubble of brittleness

Let the kisses of the past remain there and dwell



For the broken wings of her last

For the fear and frighten which had past

For the big steps of her sane

For the pain and stain which finally end for her gain