Wednesday, October 18, 2006
the crap I composed
wonder what kind of person who escaped
i keen to know why is he running?
seeing the filthy blood on the floor
i am trapped in this sinful room
i smell a scream
i hear a fear
there is a mystery
and sinful memory
i leave the questions and clues
i am sick of being in this room
to make this room clean
i shall unveil the sin
then there shall be no mystery
and I won't be in misery
17 October 2006, Barbican.
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u r one of the two frens i have whom i admire for their talent in poetry... another one is a guy and he's an engineer in the making... i neva know any engineering student that are sooo sooo into poetry and stuffs... but he's soo good at it... btw, cant stop envying u guys both... keep it up!
i loveee poetry.especally malay poetry and i wrote loads of poem too.. :-)
anyways, Selamat Hari Raya. Maaf zahir dan batin..
Interesting.
Thanks for dropping by my blog.
Ainee, tua poesia é brilhante. Adorei.
Até sempre: david-santos
no pain no gain.. huargh..2x!