Friday, March 14, 2008

insanely euphoric

wasted...again...
euphoric...once more.
wish that there's no more to life than just being inebriated.
still there..same exact patch
am sewing my time...past..present...dissabled future.
i hope.

-wh

Thursday, March 13, 2008

the non unindependent

for meaningless reasons, no one's worth excoriating other's notion..moreover feelings.

-wh

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

dont' cry

I don't..wish I could..for just once...would've been a nice wrapped for this party, a celebration of failure. To some people is a birth of a new identity...i began to stare at my new blank temporary biz card...the 'ofis supply' department asking me what should i put on it...i just stare.."gimme a moment"...first name only sounds good...one drop...am i glad not to use ink?..it would've smeared all over it.

-wh

Sunday, March 9, 2008

what makes you a God?

okay...when you say NO means NO..when I said NO..u said..maybe?
how'd that work?..what gives you the right to tell me what to do?
what makes you better than me?...NOTHING.
i am leaving.

-wh

Thursday, March 6, 2008

trapped

again...another unearthly dream re-occuring, as if am being set up
again...the cave, this time, i was alone, wearing this medieval armor
the air was unpleasingly and unpleasantly hot, stifled with this unusual and rather odd wardrobe
trying to grabbed and held on to the rope, crossing the murky water, green and thick
i wasnt sure what i was doing there, but there you were again...this time, u had a map on your hand
probably, i needed that to find my way out...but as i walked towards the map, you drifted
then you smiled at me, moved your thin lips.. "you be okay"
no lights, no air, no water..i was thirsty..
again..you smiled..drifted away...leaving me
trapped

-wh

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

difficult landing

let me sit and think for just one sec...i want to remember the precise thing that had happened to me, when i finally took off...
blue sky, very bright, almost made me think there's nuthin better than. series of pine trees, soft wind carries a sweet taste of what mornings used to be
this is 21st century days, days where what you love is what you hate the most, yet...u get by another without even have regrets
100 years of naked feelings, heartless, all there is to know and to survive best done without
no more promises, no more obligations, just a day at a time...
how could we let ourselves disregarding all what matter in life...suspended drama...been goin on far too long, endless
are we still flying?...do we ever make any stop along this journey, at all?

-wh

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

stabbed me harder

not just once...even when you're done with, u're back with more pain that i can endure, how can u find it so quickly, u werent kidding when u're at it...i saw you enjoying it too, that's when u stabbed me even harder, and i wasnt kidding when i asked you to wound me, as i enjoyed every single slashing u gave me, ...and i didnt see, want, wish you're planning to stop doing it. so dont.

- wh

nevermind the heart

what would you do? how would you do it?
i've been gifted with this pure mental talent, i've been using it for the past twelve years, it's been working the way i've always wanted...but then, one fine morning, i failed to use it, i tried and tried...either i was that dumb, or i'm just too much enjoying the moment to see where they coming from (was it real?)...i lost it, i didnt meant it to hurt maself..but it did...scarced so deep i wont be able to patch it up. how did i do it? what would i do,then tat was so different to that particular morning?...i dont want it, you gave it to me..take it back...dont mind the heart.

-wh