Willing to be Illuminated and Pierced

Posts tagged ‘poet’

To Dance in the Maddening Rain

Dancing in the rain
Such is what the weary keep in vain
For the sake of this silent hope
To water what remaining passion
Gagged by stress and pain
Silenced by pressure and competition
Strangled by envy and fear
Pick up these cluttered papers, I plead
To forget what was mauled by empty wisdom and vanity
Do endlessly throw them up in the air
So I can dance in the maddening rain

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Burned Bridges From the Stream

Like a wisp you come,
Haunting my desire,
But the bridges in between
Has been burned into the stream
We only have our passion from within

We try to keep our silence
As ghosts who pretend to exist
Wondering how long must be linger
In close distance to each other

Must you always remain untangible
While I always remain as your dream
If only we can rebuild
The bridges burned in between

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