Castle of Frozen Rain

Ok, ok its been AGES since my last post but i need to really make this short cuz i need to get offline real quick. So let me just put some poems for your entertainment

Actually I’ve written a whole lot of songs and poems but i didnt really have time to post em. So the following is a song that I’ve written sometime ago. And it is now published in STK Onward 2006

So FYI, its not exactly a poem as you see in the mag, its actually a song. The only part that’s not included in the mag is the chorus anyway…

Open for interpretations and comments

This Is…

Verse1:

This is my life

These are my eyes

These are the tears I cry

This is my voice

These are my words

I’m speaking in languages of love

Take my hand and lead me home

Show me the world that I never know

Open my eyes and let me see

How beautiful life can be

C/O:

Love your neighbour as you love yourself

I might hate her but I won’t tell

Live your life without your mind

You will end up in hell next life

Verse 2:

These are my eyes

These are the sounds

These are the people I know now

This is my time

This is the moment

This is the last chance to speak out

Hold my hand and whisper words

I don’t understand but I know them

Kiss my eyes and make me blind

The world is a disaster at this time…

-Repeat chorus-

Verse 3:

This is my life

These are my eyes

These are my tears

This is my voice

These are my words

These are my ears

These are the sounds

This is my time

This is the moment

This is me telling to the whole world…

-Repeat chorus-

And there you have it, my song. Here’s another poem.

My Stories

My soul is not here

I am only empty

Whatever it is that I fear

Can no one know completely

I put on a mask

And walk around proud

No one can see my scars

Or know what I feel now

I am not able to open up

Nor even to speak up

But all these emotions

Will only cause more confusions

I wrote rhymes of love

I wrote rhymes of feelings

But do I really express them

As genuine meanings?

I have come to understand

I have come t ocomprehend

My rhymes are of stories

That help me rid insanity

I am not empty

But I am secretive

My rhymes are of stories

I created from my fantasy   

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