Scream of Silence

to where my mind flies
when it cries for ease..
to where my heart lies
when it pumped enough..
to what the ear listens
when the sound hurts..

in the scream of silence of mine..

sit an angel of the white
its wings shattered..
finger webs of spider webs
a forgotten of the skies..

to it i soar..
for it i roar..
simplified reason of what i live for..

-as written by jehpath uranof-

Blind thoughts

That's why I like the dark night..

When all your mouths are shut and my thoughts run free.

For only in the world of the blinds my heart and mind's like an open book.

For any blind man to read..

Stolen, by Alzheimer..

One day, they (or preferably I) will find the cure for Alzheimer.

Only then, the warm personality represented by the warmth of the brown-bean soup, the green soft cake will come back to me.

Only then, the memories of those nights of fireworks marking the start of the new year will come back to me, at the good ol' Abuserin.

Let's leave it locked.

For now..

You better not kill the groove..

Sophie

She came in in that dress, on that stiletto, spoke her accent..


..and I was a steel melting in supernova..

Metamorph

It hurts to grow up..

Humans know not..

Ask a butterfly pressing open its hard cocoon..

Only to live for a week or so..

Joyful Road and Being

The joyful celebration of winning a war is always stained with the smell of death..

Life is hard, life is bitter, none would object..

Regret. And be frowned upon!

"The Road Not Taken" rings the inner ear..

Behind you bent the leaves from your tired knees..

A small proof of nature, whispering "once you were alive"..