Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.

-Dale Turner-

Rabu, 01 Juli 2015

a Story #1




The feeling of wanting to save someone
Without a help for my dying soul
Like a flower waiting to bloom
Forgetting the roots that has been drowned

What have I become?
Another mistake events towards the fate?
How can I love myself for the way my vision’s clear
The trembling corpse are no longer in this body

Save me, save me, save me I said
The echo of my shivering fingers drills into the dark
My lips sealed with a thousand of life unsaid
Unknown, the story of false memories merged down in my spine

The time is ticking,
Like it’s telling me to wake up from my paralysis
"Don’t let your mind controls which door would’ve opened"
This life is longer than the trails you set me free

In another life, I wished for the star that died
My land of freedom
Crumbling into pieces of scars untouched
Let it sail, let it sail, I said

Blank papers, like a knife shouting down to my bones
Covered maze dancing by the pillows
I’m dreaming about the rivers
Drama of fate remains unsaid

In this lonely island
Blood has no place in any figures
Gulping down the corrupted words
The darkness has taken me away alive

The blessed land
Hide away the anxiety of the sky
No boundaries, the promised fame
Clawing through my heart, this darkness.


- @KCK