The Untitled....

Firstly... pasal earlier post... the room full of tkcians and a monkey in there... has no explanation. the monkey could be me... or could just be a monkey. its not even saying tkcians are monkey. notice the whole previous post is about a ~DREAM~. one of the strangest dream though. hahahah.

I was suddenly triggered by a buddy of mine telling me i should write an emo song of explaining how fucked up my week is right now. hahaha. really... it is fucked up. but as i was driving during delivery, i suddenly had the urge to write that song, but something else came up. so this is what i came up with in one night.

untitled....

Now words are just merely words,
No longer serenades nor poetry,
Like looking through glass,
without a hint of reflection,
or staring up into the sky from the dark depths beneath the ocean.....

Now touch are merely handshakes, taps, or bumps,
Nothing sensual, not even a hint of light,
Caressing the hollow empty space,
Lost in darkness waiting to be found,
Doesnt even spark a dying amber,
Lying helplessly on the ground....

Now love is no more a feeling,
warm, fuzzy, cuddly, not even tingling,
Just distant views, clear memories, hoping and wishing,
Holding to that one promise, which is way better nothing,
Pondering, wondering and waiting.....

Buzzing thoughts... Irfan 11.55 pm @ pizza bella, 4/11/05


One thing i know... this feeling i have intrigues me to write, which i know i like. hahah. kalau sucks sket poetry nih... sorry. kata tulis sesaja.....