» OtherThe perfect time for walking is when the night comes down,
when there's no sunlight, shining on your way;
the beautiful is when, though except a harm,
you just enjoying that alone now outside stay...
» OtherHow nice is a person to be lonely-
all alone against the evils of the world;
from the shackles of the burden to be free... alone to write his dreaming destiny!
How nice is a person to feel sorrow,
to losing something or just part of himself; but it's a part of his temporary life, ...
» LoveWhenever I think of us, what becomes of my mind
Is a mess which I cannot trust; I am suddenly blind.
Every day I just grind, and surely I’m not the first,
But even working, I find, time to think about her.
When she’s here, time’s a blur, moving in a straight line. ...
» OtherDays flashed, but the time seem frozen
Of everything in this world so cold.
Now, when I've lost you. When everything turn blue and the hope was rolled out,
To be okay I can't, because your sorrow don't deserve.
Darkness, light-whichever brighting, ...
» OtherDo you know what is like to be
just a dust on the lonely shelf,
with all these pictures left on it;
with vanished colours... thrown away?
Do you know all of the ways I feel, ...
» White poetryBecause my life is an endless story
of a pathfinder, seeking the truth of the ages.
And by adding a little bit of ink
on the sketches of my fairytale
I put some colors on the pages ...
OtherThrough the darkest roads at night
As light feels trapped within the thoughts...
I realized... Love rearranged my light...
It had come from me, from the inside...
I know I have found my peace, ...
» LoveWould you stay with me just one more hour..
I hope you will, I'll give you these flowers
Please just make me happy like you used to made me
Give me a kiss because SHE'll come and take me..
Oh yeah, you asking me who is SHE.. ...
OtherOpaque black orbs of a material unfathomed
Of make and origin transcendent,
In city streets, more labyrinths, they’re shining
but the napless, noxious light can’t make them suns.
In a manner of speaking, they’re dead, ...