Monday, March 26, 2007

A poets arm should not be twisted,
and a hand should not be forced.
A poets intrigue can't be won,
his love can not be baught.

A poets smile is genuine,
his love always sincere.

A poets depression,
a real obsession,
it's enough-
please...

don't walk away.

Luke(y) Skinner
27/4/07
(The Kid)

Dashing out in to the streets,
to claim this life he calls his own.
He finds himself talking to friends,
reminding himself he's not alone.

His coffee cup, some clothes,
his paper and pen.

nothing left but to start again.

Luke(y) Skinner

26/4/07

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Away… We Stay

Where do you want to take me?
I've been there before.
Why do you insist on that?
It would never work for sure.

I still the same old me.
Time has never changed.
I should not go; it's not right.
Believe me I shall take my seat.

He would tell me "I'm yours".
But he'll control me like a doll.
He would treat me kind 'n' gentle
But he'd bid me not to be me.

"Don't go east. Don't go west
I'm your man. I'm your rest.
This is too revealing. Cover your shoulder.
This is too short. It's a hideous neck.
Too much make up. Big glasses
Your face looks like a clown.
Stop pretending you're strong.
Follow your desire and be destroyed".

I would pretend I don't care.
I would wear my mask of power and play my role.
There I'll keep saying I did this, I did that.
Between the "I"s I say I would never look in the eyes.
One look of them and the show is gone.
On this stage I direct the dolls until the curtain falls.
Concealing my tears with my disguise I pray…
Pray not to look to the eyes.
In my charades I carry my shrouds on my hand.
Waiting for the looks from the eyes which makes me add more "I"s
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I was jesting…"

If you want to take me somewhere,
Let it be to the future.
There I would know at least
Where I lie at last and sleep.
Or let it be a place of imaginations and dreams
Where merely hymns and lullabies are heard
Just to worship God and then to sleep
Never to be troubled by mortals' speeches
We shall wait for our rest in peace.

So let's go back, you and me, to live alone.
To be ourselves and nothing more.
Away from eyes and out of sights we stay
To live happily ever after in May.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

I’m the invisible girl living next door
I'm the invisible girl drinking coffee alone across the street
I'm the invisible girl studying alone in the library
I'm the invisible girl singing in the shower
The one who always walks on the sideway
They say she never came here
She never lived here
I'm the one pouring tears at night
Smothering the sobs with a pillow tight
I'm the one doing everything right
But no one ever noticed that
They never see me, never hear me
They never know me, never cared
I party with imaginary friends
Where I'm the mistress of laughs and dance
I’m the one living a thousands lives, inside my mind
No one heard my thoughts,
No one cared for my believes
No one knew my phone number;
No one knows where I live.
Don't want to be a shadow in the street any more