Oblivion

One night, before I wake up to face reality
Misery brought me through the night’s influx
I welcomed the sun’s adieu with sorrow
Bid farewell to night’s darkness with sadness
Hoping the sun’s light would awaken me
But dark clouds filled this ambiance of hope
Sadly, I wouldn’t probably see the sun shines
The day is almost over, wish I could be like that

One afternoon of week’s ending
An afternoon of gloominess and misery
One whole life filled with melancholy
A heart that beats with hope…
… tainted with oblivion

Nada Surf

“Always love”
According to Nada Surf
“And hate will get you every time”
As what they say

What if hate already got me
That is always gonna be
To hate or to love
Don’t know which I should have

My Angel

In the arms of my angel
I close my eyes
The warmth of your embrace
The heat of your breath
The hum of your delicate voice
That humbly took away
My sorrow and gladness…

In the arms of my angel
I softly speak…
Uttering no words
That could hurt her feelings.
Calmly I caress her fragile face.

In the arms of my angel
My sorrow flew
And my gladness left
Leaving me with nothing
But frozen emotions.

Just in Silence

As twilight comes between us
Bright scene of yours darkens
Surrounded by greens and crypt
Darkened entity is all that I see
Sat beside his grave, you stand on his
A perfect view of the past
Made the nightfall bloom
Melting stare I threw upon you
Across graveyard’s cemented road
You reverberated an “arthraic” smile
A silence of confusion surrounds me
Then in silence I speak to you
And in this silence…
… I’ll keep on loving you

Irony Of My Affection

Tonight, I’m in my deepest sorrow.
I won’t probably see you tomorrow.
Sad love songs resounds my ear;
Accentuate my feelings throughout the year.
Reminiscing the memoirs we had
I should say it was terribly sad.
When I close my eyes tonight
A glimpse of your face is so bright.
Ironically you should be in the dark
Cause in my heart you left a mournful mark.
Your look ensnares my fragile mind
But I’ll stare and wait until you fall behind.
Your tender lips I once brushed with mine;
Forgotten kisses could be a sign.
I can feel that soft hand on my palm
But it was cold, it was never warm.
With your sweet gentle embrace
Holds me back but I still won the race.
I can sense your warm breath on my ear
But your “I love you’s” I could never hear.
I hate you now but I love you later
My affection is sweet and bitter.
Tonight, I’m in my deepest sorrow.
I hope to see you in days that follow tomorrow.

If only

The clouds above is so dark,
as well as my heart.
The river flows in a never-ending way,
and so are my tears.
The birds can high fly, faraway,
and so is my wish.
The rocks are hard and can feel no pain,
and but I am not.

How I wish I could close my eyes forever,
and never see the beauty of your face.
How I wish I could run as fast as the river,
so I could get away from your truthful lies.
How I wish I could fly away,
so that I can feel freedom from your love.
How I wish I could feel no pain,
And stop myself from bleeding.

I can’t play the piano

Black old piano
Weinstein and Sons
52 white keys and 36 black
3 pedals underneath
Do re mi fa sol la ti do
Do ti la so fa mi re do
Chord C, do mi sol
Chord D, re #fa la
Chord E, mi #sol ti
Chord F, fa la do
Chord G, sol ti re
Chord A, la #do mi
Chord B, ti #re #fa
Song book with 89 songs
German, American, British,
Scottish, French, Spanish,
Swiss, Neapolitan, Irish,
Mexican, Russian, Polish,
Australian, Indonesian,
and Malaysian folk songs.
Along came Beethoven,
Mozart, Vivaldi, and Chopin.
Piano sonatas, and recital pieces.
Their music I cannot play.
But I write my own songs.
What the hell am I saying?
I can’t even read a note.