

DreamsThere was nothing unusual than facing the weak flashing computer with piles of papers next to him everyday for him. Almost everyday, he typed almost every alphabet, finish every document and using every minute he could spare. Such a life made him thin like a withered willow due to the bad diet he consumed every weekday a cup of coffee, a few doughnuts; only caffeine and starch would not give him much.Dreams
He does not look like he has his own unique soul; except for those who know him really well, others would really pity him very much. Fortunately for him, he never complains to anyone about his work so he was happy. &nbs
Fooverse Mural

Finding My Body Part 1 Like vines, my veins course throughout my desecrated body, slowly pumping with an irregular rhythm. Fountains erupt from the shrapnel-embedded wounds, telling the tale of pain; the tale of losses, death, and unfulfilled wishes. I'm haggard. My face, a burnt thing, is drenched in blood - my own.Finding My Body Part 1
My legs up and ran away from me. They left me here to wait. I turned my head to the right, wincing as my blackened flesh peels just a little. Oh, there they are. Just


The Secrets of StatuesWildflower secrets upon the arms of beloved Gia are thrown into the faces of ignorant lovers of self.The Secrets of Statues
Pollen caches upon hesitant, black statues - those in thought; Nubian Thinkers.
Faces change with the circle of seasons, releasing curtains of endless emotions.
immobile - buried up to their necks, because all they do is sit and ponder.
Statues ponder,
but cannot move and flowers speak, but we cannot hear.
Listen to the
Nubian statues and carry
the secrets of life.
Anima: ??? 19

Memories of Jaded LoversI stand to fall -Memories of Jaded Lovers
no helping hand to guide. Love was wrought to decay in me. Jaded darts to open my wounds again,
pouring forth into a cup.
Raised to the lips of a lover's sinning mouth, she takes what I
did not give. Iron and salt -
grimace - cold smiles that tell
of plots and plans.
I fall upon the floor - no one to guide. Memories cloak my being and become my deathbed. The snake rattles inside my chest, threatening to strike, but it cannot be helped.
Malevolent power
staring up


Killing Me Softly I simply watch the life float away from me with dreamy eyes and dry lips. Ah, I thought to myself, the small high. It was a beautiful night, actually. Just recently has it begun to warm, the cold nights whisked away by the warm climates of the tropics. I could just smell the fresh-cut grass through the pungent smell of the cigarette, and I could hear the dry crackling as I inhaled those toxic, and yet smooth, fumes into my fragile and decaying lungs. I sat down on the steps that led to the parking lot above,finally able to find a dry spot amKilling Me Softly
I Fancy You.

AmyAmy looked at the tree with glee; the big old tree with cracked surface all over its body. On one of its many branches, there lies a nest with newly hatched chicks. Under the cool shade and the light breeze, she lied down and imagined the clouds on the sky slowly transformed themselves into plushy dolls there, an elephant; and to its right is a dogs head; below it was a big fat eel.Amy
Something that she enjoyed most was the chirping on the old tree; the quiet park with some old people feeding the pigeons and kids playing ball. Then she hummed a sweet tune, using the chirping of the birds as some random accompaniment an


Anything but thisAnything but this
I bleed when you cut me, so I'm emo I bruise when you hit me, so I'm a loser I fight back when you scream at me, so I'm a bitch I scream when you hurt me, so I'm a sinner I'll burn in hell because fags don't go to heaven I'm an idiot because when you call for me I turn I trust you and you lie, so it must be my fault I don't prostitute myself, so I'm ugly I'm in love and I'm a whore Someone makes me happy and I'm not good enough to have them I don't know your name and you don't know mine So you'll beat my nameless face 'cause it's your favorite fucking game And I ha