Pity~

(I should be sleeping... but something is bothering me)


Poem 1


Pity


It's a pity where we stand,
In this mud field filled with sand.

It's a pity where we stand there and look,
When we're missing that hook.

It's a pity where we stand here understanding,
Yet too scared to to do any shifting.

It's a pity to stand here and say BYE,
When in the end we're still standing here with lies...

I walked away,
And you're still standing there lying.
I walked away,
And you're still standing there blaming.

How can you understand yet be this way?
How can you do something like this?
It's so degrading...
Pity.
Such pity.




Poem 2


Romancing

bouncing here, and bouncing there.
smiling here, and smiling there.
roses here and roses there.
kisses here and kisses there.

"such a pity,
it's only romance." the lady pointed out.

"that boy... that boy... that silly silly little boy.
that woman is 21years older" the man pointed out.

the boy was romancing over his mother.
the mother was romancing over the father.

the boy was jealous of dad.
the dad was jealous of boy.

family issues...
pity.

You know I love you.
You know I'll always love you.
But you fucked her.
You fucked her here and,
You fucked her there.
You pretty much fucked her everywhere.
And yet you come back to the same place pretending,
Asking me to fuck with you.
Yet I love you
So I will fuck with you.

I did fuck with you.
I fucked you over, good.

You're FUCKED...

Little Red String,

The match maker

whether he/she is asian or cacasian

whether that red string is tied on the foot or from the hearteveryone has someone in the end of that stringsome has it tangled and gets a misunderstanding.

but most people search for what is in the end of that stringbut i stand here holding this this string in hand and a pair of scissors in the otherand wanting to cut it cause i don't want to play this string game

i hate bumping

i hate being tangled

to make things better i just cut it.

simple

sweet

and lonesome

but somehow lonesome doesn't bother me.it bothers a lot of people

but my morals and values makes my move a very hard one to handle.

but whatever happens it'll happen.

as for now the string is in my handthe scissors in the other hand.

one day when i crack and cut this

i'm sorry everyonebut this red tango will be over

=)

screaming to the world

I LOVE YOU!!!