Welcome to my galleries of human emotions. Instead of making various threads of my poems, the mods have allowed to put all of my poems in here. One of my favourites: Blowing Kisses Into The Air If you choose to love me, Thats quite okay. It's really upto you, Just until that fateful day. Sucker up to my stake, It's only my death calling late. All in my head, it isnt anymore, Saying it was, now it is on a slate. Paranoia and dreams wasted into, An empty drain. Wishing only wrongful beings, Wanted more that just the plain. Love and affection I was suppose to, Love and adore, forever. You only targetted me, Hoping for me to last this kiss until comes the never. A friend you were,to me through these years, Turned into blackened stone. Leave me to cry, with this farewell kiss, Drenched in my fears, shrivelling all alone. This is how a girl has lost her love because of her friends had left her.
after thoughts Can sitting in a dark room, staring into space really clear and complex and disastrous mind? What about flashing lights and sirens? Would it make a scene more chaotic? When the light suddenly goes out is all hope lost? Could a simple word make such a difference that all the wrong is automatically turned right? Is a nightmare a façade or is it an assumption of what’s going to happen? If you take a left at the light could you loose all direction of where you were going? Who is the mastermind when everything goes just as planned? Where did the sound echo from when there are no walls? Why do the puzzle pieces become disfigured just as you were about to finish?