the most beautiful face

i guess the reason it hurts this much is
i lost happiness in that same place
the only place i ever found it
i did not know that the face
that once helped me sleep
could get stuck at a distance
and look down on me as i weep
through the nights that came
and took away
the only thing i ever wanted
i wish i had a tighter grip
on the key buried in sand
i dig trying to reach it
but it can’t be found
just like the sun
in my forgotten
happy place
where i keep locked away
the most beautiful face


March 2

Today’s one of those days
You wish you could skip.
Am I in Hell?
Haha, you wish.

A part of you wants to
Persevere and win,
But lost in what lies ahead
A part of you is already dead.

Obscure Sorrow

She taps on my car’s window
Asks me to roll the glass low
I recognize that action
She begs for money for today’s ration

Her clothes are most shabby
Even her hair look almost rusty
But she still looks full of grace
Maybe it is the dust on her face

Her eyes are dry though
The moisture’s long gone
She’s lifeless and cannot be saved
Her childhood’s long gone

I want to help her
She looks like she’s starving
I want to help her
She may even be dying

But I still ignore her
Because that’s what I’ve been taught
She moves on,
Taps on the next car’s window
Because that’s what she’s been taught


It is released from rest
On top of the incline
Every second squared
It only gets fine,
Oh that friction
So despicable
And loathsome,
Not constant lament
It deserves
Not blatant disregard,
If not for the scratches
And the rubble
There to fine
How would a marble
Ever get its shine


When the final war ceased
When every breath stopped
The world became silent
Only to be broken
By the cry of an infant
There was no bird in the sky
There was no story teller
There was no place to hide
No brotherhood, no pride
As the infant’s cry stops
We race towards extinction
All too many predictions
But what for?
Who knew
This would be the last war?
Who knew
When no one wants to live
Even God runs out of
Fucks to give?

The Reflection

At times I stand
In front of the mirror
Stare at my reflection
Till I am no longer

It is a stranger
Looking at me
Straight into my eyes
He understands me

I speak out the dilemma
He starts suggesting
I make a confession
But he knows everything

It is a friend
A light in the dark
We put forward our hands
I feel the spark

Now we are head to head
I can feel his warmth
I close my eyes
And he is gone


A state of zero pain
Or just a gust of comfort?
Maybe satisfaction
Not a pinch more
Not a pinch less
I don’t know
What is happiness?

In the arms of nature
Or top of the tallest tower
Maybe at home
Locked up in a room
Under that blue dress
I don’t know
Where is happiness?

In the yellow old book
Page three hundred sixty
A dried leaf to wink
A dried flower to caress,
In faded black ink
I found happiness.


No control on my mind
The countless thoughts
It winds
One after the other
From dawn to supper
From supper to dawn
And on and on and on,
There’s no stopping
I can feel the throbbing
This obsession is crazy
It has total control, no!
It’s like a monster
That’s eating up my brain
I try to resist but all in vain,
The only option I see
Is to let it wander
Break the chain
And set my mind free.


A thousands words to say
Not a soul to hear
All the times they betrayed
All the grudges he bears.

The dim smile he gave
The empty words of his prayers
He knows one thing for sure
That life isn’t fair.

It’s a full circle
No matter where you start
A fall in the middle
Or breakdown at 2πr.

The road is ordinary
But the man, he’s not
Say what you wanna say
But one day he’ll be
Above you all.