I love to write and I will keep on writing. However, I found that my previous blog was quite how do u say, personal. And I've grown a lot these years...if 1 thing I learn is..never expose too much of yourself. SO here I am, making my second blog, and starting anew.
So where should i start..ok..went through my collection of poems lately, and I thought of posting one of my deepest treasure, inspired by one if not the most tragic moment in my life. Losing is never easy, especially if it involves ur loved ones.
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Written in February 12, 2006
A desert heart so sore,
Is starving more and more,
As the food it bore,
To the wind it tore,
It wanders for a dip,
And hungers for a sip
O’ to the heat it fails,
No shelter to hail,
Nor bosom to tail,
Dust caress its face,
Sand kisses its lace,
But cloud lose its race
O’ to the cold it benumbs,
Since the day soul flew,
Leaving this heart in blue,
Emptiness fills the pore,
Loneliness fits the fore,
Guilt clogs the core
God, it hurts so true,
This heart shows no hue,
No rhythm it beats,
Like a nomad it weeps,
For the lad it breathes for,
Is nowhere to adore…
So where should i start..ok..went through my collection of poems lately, and I thought of posting one of my deepest treasure, inspired by one if not the most tragic moment in my life. Losing is never easy, especially if it involves ur loved ones.
...
Written in February 12, 2006
A desert heart so sore,
Is starving more and more,
As the food it bore,
To the wind it tore,
It wanders for a dip,
And hungers for a sip
O’ to the heat it fails,
No shelter to hail,
Nor bosom to tail,
Dust caress its face,
Sand kisses its lace,
But cloud lose its race
O’ to the cold it benumbs,
Since the day soul flew,
Leaving this heart in blue,
Emptiness fills the pore,
Loneliness fits the fore,
Guilt clogs the core
God, it hurts so true,
This heart shows no hue,
No rhythm it beats,
Like a nomad it weeps,
For the lad it breathes for,
Is nowhere to adore…


