pointed fingers

This one is an old post I once posted on my tumblr blog.

I pour my heart out
To this cold, heartless being
Which does not speak nor listen
It neither stabs nor saves
It neither kills nor rescues
All my words are in vain;
I capture the scene of my insipidness
No living thing can hear me now
Not one can see me now
I’ve merged with the faultless guilt
that knowing eyes
and pointing fingers
have blanketed
upon me.

I can't remember why I wrote this. What I remember was that I was feeling really upset about something.

collection of past tanka

I pick myself up
in the midst of foreign masks
I disappear
the past echoing in my tracks
as I reach runaway lane


-

I miss your presence
You, who never existed
just an idea
born in my wandering thoughts
in search of a missing rhyme

-

I am a blank page
not yet thoughtfully written
and yet, I'm nothing
but a shredded vintage piece
adorned with unread scribbles

collection of past gogyohka (2)

You are
a capital letter
a red stripe
a bold font
in my scribbled essay


-

I watch
as
stars appear
on each spot
where you touched the sky

-

The paintings
hanging on the wall
all smile
I hear
the humming beat of colors

-

If I fell

would you promise
to catch me?
I can't live
with a broken heart

-

Words

they don't mean a thing

when you look at me

with those smoldering eyes that say,

"I want you."

collection of past gogyohka

Let's sing
the words our hearts cannot say
let's hum
if we're too embarrassed to sing
but let's not stay quiet


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As the curtains fall
the stage closes
the audience leaves
a girl is tired of an act
she's been doing her whole life


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I avoid
having my freedom
limited by
guidelines on sheets of paper
I prefer breaking the rules


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You tiptoed
in stealth into
a chamber
I call my heart
and stole it from me


-


Streaks of colors
dance in the night sky
cool mountain breeze
sweep dust from my cheeks
an angel holding my hand

insomniac

Hands trembling

eyes weary

she struggles

to close her mind

but fails

-

She wished

somebody had

sung her a lullaby

or rocked her crib

anything

that would've enchanted her

to peaceful night's sleep

a cherub's doing

She hid
behind a rosebush
peeking at a boy
A playful cherub
released its arrow
The boy spotted her
butterflies in his stomach