Sunday, March 30, 2008


The sky is smiling,
My lips is cracking.
The sun is blazing,
And I'm melting.

Thursday, March 27, 2008


If only you could see the tears through my words,
The heart that cries while you sleep,
That no one hears, while one bleeds to death,
For one did not die, only the soul which no longer exists.
Yes, it has shattered, by the mere simplest act,
The only one that none could blame,
For the act itself, is to not act.

Thursday, March 20, 2008


If I have a heart, it would have been broken by that precise moment. I saw the tears glistening in its eyes, slowly filling its eye cloak. As I watches every single drop, I could see the pain. The sadness in those eyes that once used to twinkle, those silent tears slowly dripping down the beautiful sad face which no longer glows. As if what's left was only sorrow, in this black little world.

Oh I know how it would feel, how its suppose to be, how the heart is slowly being torn apart, pieces by pieces, even if done gently. But yet, I would never truly understand how the pain feels, for I myself is unable to feel. I can only watch, as it continued being haunted by the emptiness that's suffocating it.

It disturbed me that I could do nothing to cease the pain, and just stood there watching more tears falling down. I do not know what to do, I know it's badly hurt, feeling awfully bad, in dire need of help. Yet, how am I suppose to sooth it, when I do not know how pain really feels?

Saturday, March 15, 2008


Melissa and her five year old daughter:

One day while we were driving somewhere, my daughter said, " I know how cars work....God's son, Jesus has a remote control and he makes everyone's car go straight."

I said, "That's a cute idea, honey, but if Jesus is controlling the cars with a remote, how come people get into automobile accidents?"

She answered immediately, "That's when God tells Jesus, 'Come here!' And he leaves the remote on the couch and doesn't watch it.

Friday, March 07, 2008


Can you see the light,
At the tunnel's end?
In the great darkness,
Where no life dwells?
Yet something shines,
And who but you,
Saw the brightness,
Of the slightest glim.

Saturday, March 01, 2008


One too desperate to act,
Yet the act does not yield.

One try once just too many,
Yet too many seems to count for nothing.

One finally could cry,
Yet tears could not nurse the misery

Nor do anything else,
but keep wallowing in self pity.