Micgui ~ The Poetic Side

the banana, apple and orange

micgui — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 08:43:35 +0000

my reflection in darkness
anticipated a long night that’s starting
cannot unfocused my stare
the short hand reaches ten

scattered like my abandon things
so as my thoughts waiting to be cleared
the candle cries, its flames danced
illuminating with my labored breathing

I am getting lonely until I realized Ive got company
fresh, good looking, tempting me to death
should I consume these godlike goodness?
My heart sank with an unexpected hunger

how can I hurt?
here lay nature, unprotected
with an innocent yellow colored tenderness
like a shipwrecked, grounded in the sand

the citrus charm behind full of doubt
cannot protest nor move
in the presence of the rebellious reddish poison
they are building their undefeated confidence

with me, they bathe in shadow
yet beauty remains
even if their lives
sentenced in the most clever way

what a blessed courage, this I admire
in a wooden platform I let them rest
the banana, apple and orange
will wait until morning.

Another Unworthy Emotion

micgui — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 05:49:44 +0000

I’m still lost
as something flashed
a moment
that never should have happened
a hurt that have opened my eyes

it is usual for me
to cry until morning
but the subject is unexpected
my eyes burn
together with the images

the food mocked me to pieces
starring for hours
it became tasteless
I left the table
blankly starved myself to death

I stood up
I live as always
but everything is dead
my heartbeat, no meaning
I wish I am numb enough not to feel the hole

love is real
but I have learned, so as hate
much stronger? Or something contagious
such as fear?
Under this change I’m starting to get afraid

I dreamed
of all the good things filled with hope
now it’s gone
crashing in chaos
as each word continuously echoes in my head

after three months of dreaming
I will leave

Pulse

micgui — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 02:53:48 +0000

hard bound metal pulse
a round ball spinning boldly
a longing for life
so much for deaths side effect
but death do not exist only suffering

my mind could have been cleared
in each stuffed pain alienated
twisted i landed flat
in each fatal movement
of the see saw in my head

anybody could have tasted
terrorized smoke coming
a thunder in the middle of summer
in blackened chimney
of one’s illusion of good

artificiality is impossible
with this invisible fatal wound
i am human
dawn breaks, my vision still blurred
frozen tears are yet to melt

no sense
talking about this pain
but im helpless
seeking refuge in a cruel hammer
i just wish it is easy to sleep…

friday night

micgui — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 02:34:47 +0000

quarter to eleven,
the clock shouts, mounted on the lonely wall
it takes time to befriend the couch again
there is no comfort on what I’m missing.

the television speaks itself,
when flashing arguments murmured,
something, unclear to me.
a killer boredom on the move but useless.

I cannot resist to reminisce,
as I left him earlier this afternoon
Any space do not exist
But still triggers loneliness.

so I close my eyes, felt his kiss,
as I trapped myself in his arms, not wanting to depart
the moment evolve, undefeated
chaotic, yet I’m at peace.

my mind never tires.
in this hopeless mess
I’m in
until two am
and still not done
the Friday night, moved
to early Saturday restless morning
a product of nearly two weeks of silence.

dichotomies

micgui — Thu, 14 May 2009 00:30:54 +0000

Left Right
Stop Go
This That
Above Below

Music Noise
Safe Sorry
Hero Villain
Sympathy Apathy

Right Wrong
Good Bad
Love Lust
Peace War

clearly,
there is no such things,
but plain arrangements,
undiscovered potentialities,
and hidden artistry,
that needs understanding,
not discrimination

Protected: THE RED DOOR

micgui — Tue, 12 May 2009 01:01:30 +0000

day dreaming

micgui — Mon, 11 May 2009 07:01:25 +0000

traveling…

by any means looking
for a exaggerated true way
to stop this time
so that I can run
to hide in your presence
feel you within me
with each undying joy.

no darkness, not even pain
the world can paint all absurdities
and destroy each hope for recollection
but no cold wind can sweep
in my heartbeat we live
this protection is for us
nobody can share.

day dreaming…

Complications

micgui — Mon, 11 May 2009 01:27:05 +0000

Paranoia,
keeps on knocking.
In a well lit room,
is a disposition,
nobody knows,
but wild doubt ready for comfort.

I am not surprised,
watching the pieces,
moved by an unbalanced formula.
Like me,
each heart ruined,
angry, weak and desperate.

Mixed with void confusion,
a hunger,
that can never be satisfied.
This vulnerability,
is a sickness present,
in an unpretending events that is certain to happen.

The naked truth,
is their existence that has no significance,
but binded by the denial.
To ruin one’s life,
that they do not complicate,
but themselves.

One Joy

micgui — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 23:57:58 +0000

This one joy,
Beyond my knowing,
Is a benevolence,
That soothes me.
Tender.
I will always long for.

This one joy,
For a moment,
I can only hold,
Keeping me alive.
Electrifying.
Leaving me wanting for more.

This one joy,
Only me can read,
Is a sealed book,
I’m honored to have.
Mysterious.
I have always dreamed.

This one joy,
When you laugh,
And look me at me,
With those eyes.
Alive, without lies.
Will be with me forever.

In sorrow,
I cannot remain,
How can I let it go,
When this one joy,
Is your love,
The most real thing to me.

Cursor

micgui — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 03:03:28 +0000

the flicker of a thin line is a torture
residing in the deep well of my being
waiting to move like a puppet
only the strings are thin yet sticky like a web

black, white, black, white
image in my mind formed like a ghost
appear, gone, appear, gone
slowly i am hypnotized by this untrue thing

to be frightened i can always bend
yet the cursor do not care, no matter what
continues on blinking
sure is predictable but shocking

the waiting article is history
same words, always without meaning
just twisted thoughts of perfection
it will soon be gone
will soon be forgotten
the cursor is the only thing present