Monokuro Boo

You speak as if I'm a paper doll. You define my facade with the point of your pen. You clothe me with such chromatic thoughts. You fold me to whatever form you prefer. And then you smile, to see such physique you have beautifully crafted with your words, with your thoughts.

And you see a curl from my lips, seemingly forming a smile. Yet, it is not what you perceive. I am not smiling back at you.

Perhaps, the day will come that I shall, when you perceive is other than my physique. When you have conceived that I am a soul, not just a PRETTY PAPER DOLL.

--Lynn Nhuk


Monday, October 1, 2012

I Command Thee

I command the wind
To carry me to a place
I can no longer feel
The wickedness of life.

I command the rain
To fall and wash my pains
For my pain to melt down
And evaporate within me.

I command the clouds
To hide me eternally
From frustrations and desperations
Which are imprisoning me.

I command the sun
To dry up my tears
Wiping it forever
Giving me tomorrow

I command the lightning
To cut down the chain
Of solitude and loneliness
Tying me up in place

I command the thunder
To shout as loud as he can
To overcome the screams
Of anger and hatred growing inside of me

I beg the stars in heaven
To give me a spark of light
To break this burden and curse
A curse that left me alone in the dark

Darkness of suffering and sacrifices
Suffering and sacrifices
Who bring humans to their end.

No comments:

Post a Comment