Stillness
stuck in dry and dream less slumber,
walking, waking, adrift in the night.
weary of this heart i wander,
the mind is longing to escape it all.
dark seas with no horizon.
forests bare without a sound.
whispers of my name are calling,
no man nor woman around.
desparate calls,
noise unending,
deafening maddness,
but a familiar sound.
December 23rd, 2005 at 8:21 am
Hi Meitot! I blogged. And hopped. And it took me here. You havent been writing much. And I heard youre busy with “someone” these days…. ahem..lola’s hungry for sum stories sweetie. Hope to catch you soon.
mwah!
oh, check-out my site if you have time: http://siyoktong.blogspot.com
April 13th, 2006 at 10:04 am
Oh yes! Did you just see me do those cartwheels? The poetry! I love it… Orgasmic, i tell you ^_^’ Word up!