Waiting for life
Is to wait for death.
You will have time.
But you never know
Which will be your last breath

There were many times
I cried
beside you
lying in bed
wrapped in blankets
I don’t know if you heard
I only know you did nothing
I’m still waiting
for you to do something

For years, refugees

have to stay in the waiting --


area of hope.

You wouldn't know that I've been in love for

24 months

Was it a waste of time?
Maybe.

A waste of
104 weeks
730 days
1051200 minutes
And 63072000 seconds

Waiting for something that will never come

i’m still waiting at the bus stop,
waiting patiently for the bus that will take me to the world where you truly love me;
the world where you won’t make me undress to prove my love
because all i ever wanted was to be loved by you, is that too much to ask for?

i’m still waiting at the bus stop,
waiting patiently for the bus that will take me to the world where i’m more than just a doll to you,
more than just a pretty face you desire
because all i ever wanted was for you to love my soul too, not just my skin.

i’m still waiting at the bus stop,
waiting patiently for the bus that will take me to the world where you’ll stay with me forever,
another world where i won’t be thrown out into the cold as soon as i get tiresome
because all i ever wanted was for you to stay with me and never ever leave.

i’m still waiting at the bus stop,
waiting patiently for the bus that will take me to the world where i feel safe in your presence
and not like a pet that will always stay in the cage you gave me
because all i ever wanted was to stay in your arms and feel safe from every harm in this world.

i will always be waiting at the bus stop,
waiting patiently for the ride that will take me to the world where you truly love me
not for my body, not for my skin, but for my soul.
i don’t care if it may take a thousand years or a little longer than eternity;
i’ll always be waiting to feel what it’s like to be held by you, not touched.

and now i’m drenched in desire.

feral and writhing at the hand that feeds me
and everyone always feeds me.

there’s no use in waiting
or wading in the grass

yet, i still feel the blades upon my back
every drop of wet wet dew caresses me
and the breeze shimmers me tauntingly.

now, i twist and contort at the touch of something new
and it rises up in me,
this new longing,
this new pining.

won’t you satisfy me?
won’t you give me what i deserve?

and i know that i will see you again
under the shade of the night
covered in sticky sweat
and love’s delight.

and until then,
nothing else will satisfy me.
nothing can compare.

and soon, so soon,
you will own my flesh
and you’ll have me, rare.

The light glimmers,                                    
on top of my chest.                                          
I felt its rays
touches my heart flesh
right to my bone.

The pain radiates
all over my body.
It reaches the memory,
the day
you leave me.                                                              ­­        

It was autumn,
i remember.                                    
Leaves on this tree is falling,    
Just like how i shed my tears,                    
Begging you to stay,                                

I thought maybe
you’d comeback,
Just like how each trunks
grow new leaves.

So I promised to                                                
Keep on waiting,                                            
until i lost
Every bits
of what i have                                                
that keeps me of staying.                        

Until i
shed my own flesh                                      
and drain my blood,
Leaving me only
with bone and memory.

You never came
and thats where I knew
You'll never will

But its too late for me
Im decaying
of agony.

Fresh cream and sugar on a piece of cake
why wait, why wait?

It crumbles after a day or so
this, we know
so should I take it in my mouth to savor
or let my mind and feelings waver?

The summer sun - warm and unafraid
she will be gone, soon as night takes over day
I cannot greet the silvery light
we must bask, indulgently, while it is bright.

However,
this bottle upon my shelf
grows in flavor and in wealth
with each day that passes
so it does not touch any crystal glasses.

Green sanctuary, sweet perfume
honeysuckle bloom
and fruit springs from the vine
should I just give it time?

Is 6 years or 64 far too late
why wait, why wait?

What is action, what is fate?

Why wait?

Why wait?