yc

her writings...cryptanalyze her.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

profusely


in this foreign land,
i thought life would be better.
yet pretty images of everything i see aches my heart,
windy evening,i yearn for your embrace.
chilly morning,i want to share a coffee with you.
when i dont know everyone around me,
i dream of holding your hand.
leading down this passageway filled with coffee aroma,
ambrosial pastries in clear display case.

running away haven't cleared my mind.
i have the urge to tear,
but i have to be strong.
i need to admit the fact that we will never be together,
and you will never love me again.
oh,god.
its just so hard.
every ravishing image that i see,
i long for your presence to be right beside me.
and nothing,i see nothing.

how i hope the wind is hard enough to slap me,
freeze my heart.
stagnant my emotions so rapidly gushing.
where is my love...
when i cover myself under clothes and blankets.

the life i had dream to live with you,
i am now living the dream alone.



yc

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

crapulent


today,i'm struck with a runny nose.
an itchy throat,
a failure in voice projection.
my eyes are painful,
my brain is tired.
and its all my mind's fault,
for unsuccessful withdrawal from you.

i lost my voice,
i lost my sense of smell.
now,everything i consume is tasteless,
except for bitterness and sour.
i wonder its my heart on the upper hand,
or my mind.
despite my situation,
i have chosen yet again to sink myself in alcohol and cigarettes.
a toil for my body,
yes i know.

even when my body is failing,
i'm still not distracted by you.
i sneeze harder when i tear,
my throat stabs me when i sob.
i'm really disappointed when i know i couldn't be the best for you,
but i'm too weak to recuperate.

my mentality,
depicted entirely by you.





yc

Sunday, September 14, 2008

ignescent


sorrry to have disturbed your life,
a tripping stone to your holiday.
my will is weak as always,
u must understand.
i get lost everyday,
every beginning is an ending for me.
a life without the best companion,
i cannot make it through with hopes of tomorrow.
i have no shoulder to lean when i tear,
no hugs to embrace me when i'm sad.
the stupid things i've done for you,
the foolish things i'll do for you.
the assailable me,
to gulf myself in your obvious lies.
indeed,
indeed i am the doltish girl that had fall for you.
the evil cuffer of love.

wat you did to me... ...




yc

Thursday, September 11, 2008

deception


lamp post of such familiarity,
roads of alluvion memories.
driven across the path of once we frequent,
i tender myself to feelings of reluctantcy.
i have to submit myself to the smile that lingers,
the pain of your abandon.
give me more lies,
let me sink into this unrealistic world again.
where i doesn't have to concern about ur swayful thoughts.
i have thrown my heart into your hugs,
to see it seared by cruelty.
how nice if u were to hug me tonight,
to stop my thoughts from running so assiduos.

settling by the lights,
i shall cry till my eyes sore.
no more tears,
and probabky a good night sleep.

death and blood,
nothing more frightful than your ignores.



yc

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

just


dear baby...
only your hug stagnent me,
only your words deliquese me.
only your well-being worries me,
only your smile delight me.
only your presence strikes me,
only your hand calms me.
only your kisses please me,
only your eyes appease me.

its only you,
and you only.



yc

beef-witted


bubbly hope,
incorrigible personality.
i have yet again sink into my long hidden sorrows,
when clouds clear the sky,
i thought my sunlight's on the way.
you,and you...
came in and mislead me again.

what people do when they're drunk,
is what u can never imagaine,wat you can never reject.
pouring tears,warmth embraces.
promises that were coloured beautifully,
explanations that melt your heart.
your shield is down,
persuasion of those that truely care is abolished.
bovine am i,
outrageously...

how can you make me a baby,
hug me so dearly.
and turn your back so cruelly,
like the moment never occured.

time flies,
time heals.
when my year seem so promising,
u came in...
never sparing me the despair i've longed wanted to discard.
what have i done to deserve this?

one year,
to heal the heart that's distressed with our brief togertherness.
how long would it take this time again,
to rid of the digested sweet talkings of yours.
the reactivation of my writings,
and more time ahead of me,unaware of everything.
my heart,my stupid tears.










yc