heya. this is me. this is what boredom make of people. make them write jurnals.. hehe. it's funny though. i haven't written for a while. soem days ago i started to write a novel.. my god. i wrote the first 5000 chars. kinda funny i never write during daylight. i have here a "poem" i wrote about two weeks ago or so.. hmmm.
here it comes
~~~~~~~~~~Tryst
terrified by darkest thoughts, i came along
i hid, i ran, i cried, i died, i had a dream of you:
that chilly morning, that frozen evening,
the day -- a night... The truth -- a lie. A muse... Amusing though not all the time
the time he left.. I just arrived... I watched
his leaving, looking back. I hoped
he'd change his mind... She took him far away
never to return again... But he did come back
the softest shadow, the brightest thought, a ghost
i ran away, i hid, she found of, i cried, i'm dead
he's you, you're him, beloved forever... You're my sin~~~~~~~~~
it's not what most of teh people call a poem but it seemed nice to me at that moment. actually i wrote it in night when i woke up after a nightmare. this happens a lot here. so.. maybe this is all for the first entry. i'll come back
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