I am drunkWith sleep.I do not knowWhen I have HadToo much.I do not knowWhen to stop. I am drunk with sleepMy hangover is curedWith more
Category: Random
Stubborn Mr caff
You are in meBut you reactAs though youWant out.Is this you tellingMe something? Caffeine, I feelYou in my blood.My blood is itchy.How can that be?I
Silence
Sometimes, silenceIs all you needTo kick start an action.The power of silenceIs feared by manyAnd loved by some. The elderlies tellThe youths toQuiet down.“they are
Zoning out
Staring out into space.You’ve spaced out.You’ve somehowFrozen in time.The present continuesTo playBut you are somewhereIn a limbo.Humans call itDay-dreaming.I call it zoning out. I’m somewhereI
To those that say
Some may sayI haven’t experienced life.To that I sayI have experiencedEnough to write.To express my wordFor those who seems lost.Enough to writeWords that willPave the
Questions I pounder about
What is it with lifeThat makes usHate it?Is it that we dontAppreciate it?For all the goodThat it bringsTo us?Or is it the thingsThat it throws
