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Monday, March 1, 2010

After all said

And it's the thin line that differentiate both sides.
I've climbed over once and made my way back
Over the wall of mighty heights.

I've walked flights of stairs,
With needles poking out of the steps.
Getting to the door knob was never easy.
But once it's reached and opened
It's the glory of the century..

You said it.
But it's never truth enough, the word is enough here.
And believe me, because I've been there.
So trust me.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

crank

Coincidence
Just coincidence

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Still Counting

With the crowds or even only one,
Feeling all excited inside,
Like the blood pumping into one concentrated area.

But when you are all alone,
You are back to square one.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

hello feb.

Sometimes it's just lyrics
Sometimes it's my words.
It's how I feel and not how you think I'll feel.
Can call me selfish but face it.
All these while, it's been a code to my messages.

Just a few tick-tock and that's the end.
I saw your back image getting smaller from the rear mirror.
There's always been some interesting news that I wanted to tell you.
I din say because I don't wanna lose you.

C.K.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Barely breathing.

Her best days will be some of my worst.
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first.
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping.

They say bad things happen for a reason.
But no wise words gonna stop me bleeding.
Cause she moved on while I'm still grieving.

You took your suitcase, I took the blame.
-The script-

Sunday, January 17, 2010

And this is 5

With the plane i'm on, thinking i'll not get in.
But to my surprise after landing, the result is out.
Next moment i'm standing there looking at her with choking smoke.
In order to get the pictures, we talked.

And the following moment, we were standing on a floor of ice.
I stay at her back so to seems like i'm slow
But is to catch her if she falls.
Our feelings like we were hovering above grounds.

Sitting with ice coffee is our forte.
Sharing music is never a waste.
We like each others accompany.


But the world do turn around,
and it changes everything.
C.K.

Friday, January 8, 2010

so similar

I'm not like them with good words
And my limit of writing is not as long as theirs.
What I hope for is that all the short little message
With all the words and alphabets I used are enough for them.

Catch me
Try catching me.


C.K.