我要的直線
黑點
逗號
你給我曲線
陰影
驚歎號
不一樣
所以留下許多問號
未完成 但是還是要繼續行走
你停下來等我嗎
我停不下來
卻頻頻回頭
原諒我
相信我
我一直都記著
只是換了一個方式記憶
站在另一個位置凝視
更堅定更深厚
也許不再親密
卻能更長久
Thursday, 31 March 2005
Wednesday, 30 March 2005
自私的我
我要的直線
黑點
逗號
你給我曲線
陰影
驚歎號
不一樣
所以留下許多問號
未完成 但是還是要繼續行走
你停下來等我嗎
我停不下來
卻頻頻回頭
原諒我
相信我
我一直都記著
只是換了一個方式記憶
站在另一個位置凝視
更堅定更深厚
也許不再親密
卻能更長久
黑點
逗號
你給我曲線
陰影
驚歎號
不一樣
所以留下許多問號
未完成 但是還是要繼續行走
你停下來等我嗎
我停不下來
卻頻頻回頭
原諒我
相信我
我一直都記著
只是換了一個方式記憶
站在另一個位置凝視
更堅定更深厚
也許不再親密
卻能更長久
Wednesday, 16 March 2005
torment
i needed to talk
speak to someone familar,
so i was looking for the audience
this particular person,
nowhere in sight
in the fields of alienation
i exiled,
where to?
the memories of homeland faded
on the day i left
in between you and me
i cannot see nor feel
in between me and myself
i shall live
and come alive
i drank anxiety with my rose
and toasted the lost of speech
tears dropped as i helplessly laughed
bizarre but glamorous they fell
i dared not to wipe out
preciously
all that i kept to piece
is a portriat of someone
whom i forget its name
speak to someone familar,
so i was looking for the audience
this particular person,
nowhere in sight
in the fields of alienation
i exiled,
where to?
the memories of homeland faded
on the day i left
in between you and me
i cannot see nor feel
in between me and myself
i shall live
and come alive
i drank anxiety with my rose
and toasted the lost of speech
tears dropped as i helplessly laughed
bizarre but glamorous they fell
i dared not to wipe out
preciously
all that i kept to piece
is a portriat of someone
whom i forget its name
Tuesday, 15 March 2005
torment
i needed to talk
speak to someone familar,
so i was looking for the audience
this particular person,
nowhere in sight
in the fields of alienation
i exiled,
where to?
the memories of homeland faded
on the day i left
in between you and me
i cannot see nor feel
in between me and myself
i shall live
and come alive
i drank anxiety with my rose
and toasted the lost of speech
tears dropped as i helplessly laughed
bizarre but glamorous they fell
i dared not to wipe out
preciously
all that i kept to piece
is a portriat of someone
whom i forget its name
speak to someone familar,
so i was looking for the audience
this particular person,
nowhere in sight
in the fields of alienation
i exiled,
where to?
the memories of homeland faded
on the day i left
in between you and me
i cannot see nor feel
in between me and myself
i shall live
and come alive
i drank anxiety with my rose
and toasted the lost of speech
tears dropped as i helplessly laughed
bizarre but glamorous they fell
i dared not to wipe out
preciously
all that i kept to piece
is a portriat of someone
whom i forget its name
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