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Henerala

Beneath the Ice
the ICE is floating with the freezing breeze
beneath it
...the chilling stops
...the heat goes up
...the water starts to boil
for there dwells her heart.
There, the ice melt into tears...



I hate materialistic people...
I am materialistic...
...I hate myself

I don't believe in second chances

Saturday, October 27, 2007
Playing Safe

I learned how to play safe
when I was a just a kid of 2 years.
I watch each step
and try to catch my fall with my arms.

Still, I slipped with my toys,
bump on the walls,
fall from the chair,
and bruise everywhere.

All I need to do
to alleviate the pain
was to cry as hard as I can
and help would surely come.

Twenty years have passed
and I still practice playing safe.
Now not with toys, walls and chairs
but with people I meet.

Still, I slipped, bump, fall
leaving my heart bruised.
Feeling pain greater
than a bleeding wound.

All I could do
was cry as silently as I can.
So no one would see
how helpless I could be.


Saturday, October 27, 2007

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