Nothing special

you could ask many things of God at night when the sky glistend by stars. you could wonder through and swim deeper the secret of your wide sea and get the hidden treasure of the mind as God knowes tall and made the things of the Earth. it was a world as puzzled as maze, but as clear as the Creator made it.

in a thought it was useless. when the memory recalls over it and the mind recieved it in open hole, it was the way the fortune must have been when the day had gone and the night of loneliness had falen on cretures still cannot go on with the things of the past. it was an empty world because no person had yet replaced bricks to build a home or tied the heart to make a bond or picked the pieces of lonesome heart in the shadow of time. but its not a fair world. it held the thought and aches of past and withdrawn not inside the heart.

you were alone when you asked and wondered, no one cared. this is so wherever you are if it is night and the stars glisten in a distance made from the Earth. what you ask has no ready answers but your own, and what you feel is nothing except to yourself. the world is there, and you are here and these are the only pole, the only realities.

you asks, but who answers? you're in pain but who cares. is it someone you know? and do they says would mend this heart or pick the broken pieces? think of this questions, put your hand on your pocket and stare at the night sky and the greetings of its every twinkle. the questions are your questions too.

noise on silence

it had just few moment after dawn
the eyes had just accustomed with the dark
there's light even without moon

i could hear the nightly insects
seemed like competing who would be the noisest
and i could feel the cold breeze on my skin

i talked about my concerns a lot of it
they listened
i knew that i've been so harsh

thanks for the night
they didn't see the tears, falling like rain drops
but God it was hard to breath
i had felt my throught ache so much.

june

june here you are again, for me you're a month of new beginning. in my younger years, your the most exited month and now your still the same, when whould you be not? i wonder. as the years is going on i love your moments more than ever.....now as a student, i hope tomorrow its for love...that would never end....

when i was a child i am excited to meet my old friends after a long vacation, to see my crushes, and to start competing again with clasmates. i am missing those old days. now, i don't have even a vacation, to be away from school as long as five days, or just to stay at home in cold days, for how can it be happened? i'm a quit distance away. i have a work in school, and it means business, for if i am not, i cannot enjoy this new world, full of learnings, experience and fun.

i love this month for it is a month of love, many got married as a matter of fact. i love this month for another good reason, i love this month because i love this month as i love all months past to it and ahead of it...is this making sense? well i most love this month because this is the month right now, as i love each day of it... and next month i will love that month and i want to make that month my most favorite...

oh! how i love this month, more and more each day...