Aug 23, 2009

Poet In The Making..


I wake up in the middle of night,
Tonight it feels cold,
The weather seems to be cruel lately,
The clouds parade by trying to comprehend my midnight anecdote,
I tell my story with my eyes
The poignant fable attracts the moth
They seem to understand the loneliness
Cause they attracted to things they should not be too
They know it is hurtful
Yet still they fly to the flame
You’re my flame and I am the moth
I want but I can’t have you
The air feels heavy tonight
I can feel them caressing me
Comforting me, trying to lull me into the night
I breathe them in,
And the stirred emotion came to a halt
The sun peeks in the night giving its light
Telling the moon hope is always there
And one day they will meet again
Wish I could be the sun,
Filled with zealous faith
Waiting in joyful hope
Of the coming of someone special,
Who awaits me in the dark like the moon,
And she will light up my night
So I don’t get lonely anymore
... been taking up poetry lately to pass of my days ...
would like people to give title on it please..
and tell me what u feel..
p.s - happy ramadhan to all muslim and those who aren't happy holiday. Sungkei pwas2 kat bazaar.. huhuhuhuh


4 comments:

kyox said...

love this line "They seem to understand the loneliness
Cause they attracted to things they should not be too", it really capture the emotion there, and it's so true.. like this one too, "The sun peeks in the night giving its light
Telling the moon hope is always there
And one day they will meet again", like the idea of peep...should be peeping or peeking? wakaka..keep writing dom~

Damnik said...

peek n peep it's both the same.. except peep is more perverted.. like KyoX kishishishi

Damnik said...
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kyox said...

sial...x nak komen dah...yohohohohohohoho