World Of Mine

Gathered words from an unknown geek. Based on observations and experiences, words are born. Presented in forms of poems, essays and codes.
A silent lad transformed into a talkative chap in this hidden World Of Mine.

Why Must I?

Why must I stay patient
When I’m being fed with fabrication?
Or should I accept those truth
That being spoken by you?
Shut my eyes and deaf my ears,
So you won’t see me drop another tear.

Why must I look at you
When hate is what I see through?
Or do you prefer me to pretend
As if I do understand?
So you could take more advantage on me,
Adding more pain to my misery.

Why must I tell you what’s wrong?
When you chose to abandon me for so long,
To tell that I have a place in your heart?
Or hoping that I will not depart?

Why must I tell you how am I doing?
So that I can continue pretending,
Making you believe that it’s all right,
For you to make me cry on another night?

Why must I show you another smile?
When I feel like being on a death trial?
Waiting for the moment of execution,
To leave this temporary institution.

Ignore my pain,
For it is you who is important,
Insomnia in my brain,
So you’ll be permanent in this heaven,
See me smile and hear my lies,
Ignore what’s being said through my eyes,
Speak the truth, I could give it a try,
But then again, why must I?

Tags: feeling, pain, sadness, suffer

18 Nov 08 | Poetry | Comments (0)

Agoraphobia

Title was suggested by my beloved Princess Maria

Where am I?
Who are these people?
What’s with those eyes?
Am I in a new world?

Are they judging me?
Could they be thinking I’m crazy?
And where are you?
Be beside me, is something you should do

Or was it false words
What you have been whispering?
Those moments that got me lured
Please tell me I was not dreaming

Where is that hand
That I’m supposed to hold?
Where is my friend
Who once turned me bold?

Why must you leave
After what we’ve been through?
Turning down what you believed
Although knowing that it is true

Now here I am in unfamiliar space
Surround with totally new faces
Anxiety is taking over me
Agoraphobia is getting the best of me

I want to escape
But now it seems to late
The exit is fading away
When you decided to walk away.

Tags: agoraphobia, anxious, feeling

14 Nov 08 | Poetry | Comment (1)

The Heart Wants What The Heart Wants (Poem)

Title was suggested by my Princess Maria.

You arrived in time,
To cure this polluted mind,
Who been denying,
What others been wanting.

You killed my loneliness,
Introduced new kind of happiness,
Make me feel special,
I’m loving this new world.

My priceless pearl,
Unique kind of a girl,
On your own facing obstacles,
With your way nothing is impossible.

There are different kind,
But none is better than this
Precious Princess of mine,
Who been giving me pleasure and bliss.

I’ve said this more than once,
No one else but you,
I want to be sharing my future house,
The reason can be seen through,
The heart wants
What the heart wants.