Long time since I visited you ,,, my blog.
because ,,,
Panda said ...
Sabtu, 05 Mei 2012
Rabu, 28 Maret 2012
In the dim twilight 4 years ago
In the dim twilight 4 years ago
I remember you asked me
with a low whisper
Which would I choose
miss you when you away
or sing with all my heart
In the dim twilight 4 years ago
I choose the latter undoubtedly
and you're disappointed
How could you be so blind?
I think of you in every phrase
I think of you in every rhythm
I think of you in every beat
I think of you in every interval
I think of you in every intro
I think of you in every tone
I think of you in every chorus
I think of you in every Coda
I think of you in every song that I sang
I think of you at every chink strings
I think of you in any strains of piano
I think of you in any symphony that I heard
I think of you even when the music was over
-Jay.M-
I remember you asked me
with a low whisper
Which would I choose
miss you when you away
or sing with all my heart
In the dim twilight 4 years ago
I choose the latter undoubtedly
and you're disappointed
How could you be so blind?
I think of you in every phrase
I think of you in every rhythm
I think of you in every beat
I think of you in every interval
I think of you in every intro
I think of you in every tone
I think of you in every chorus
I think of you in every Coda
I think of you in every song that I sang
I think of you at every chink strings
I think of you in any strains of piano
I think of you in any symphony that I heard
I think of you even when the music was over
-Jay.M-
Minggu, 25 Maret 2012
Already in Hell
Give
me more time to see
The
serene face of thee
In
the fragility of the night
With
the trace of the light
Let
me breathe thou scent
Drugs
to make me content
In
the silent garden of magnolia
I
smell a fragrance of camellia
Let
the stars glitters but you are the sole
Only
your pure heart can hear me hail
Oh
my lovely, you deserve my soul
And
if loving you is a sin then I already in hell
-Jay.A.M-
Jumat, 16 Maret 2012
That Way
The sky are red
I'm not blind, my dear
The river are black
you know, not because I closed my eyes
The moon are grey
though it's cloudy not
My blood are green
but I'm not sick
You are gone
though you are in front of me
why?
because I see it that way ...
because I see it that way ...
because I see it that way ...
I'm not blind, my dear
The river are black
you know, not because I closed my eyes
The moon are grey
though it's cloudy not
My blood are green
but I'm not sick
You are gone
though you are in front of me
why?
because I see it that way ...
because I see it that way ...
because I see it that way ...
Selasa, 13 Maret 2012
Glory
If I should know
I may not remember to bow
If I should recognize
I may have to close my eyes
Covered my ear
Because to know is to bear
Then let the humbleness fill the air
To escape from the asphyxiation
And let the breeze touch my hair
So the victory would really come to my fate
I may not remember to bow
If I should recognize
I may have to close my eyes
Covered my ear
Because to know is to bear
Then let the humbleness fill the air
To escape from the asphyxiation
And let the breeze touch my hair
So the victory would really come to my fate
Sabtu, 10 Maret 2012
The Promise
The intro started, piano notes
began to make me close
my eyes, then with a twang of E minor I was spitting out the
voices of my heart,
How can you
see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb
Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb
I felt the cold creep over my back as the third line began
to put the memories back...
Without a
soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home
Until you find it there and lead it back home
Then it really came, invaded my mind with memories of his face, while I'm getting
stuck into the
black hole. Really a deep black hole.
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become
I stopped my finger on
an odd note,
I smiled bitterly. ‘The nothing I've Become’? Like that huh? Ok, I do
not have to deny it, since
he's really gone; even my strength that I was always proud of cannot lift me from the dark. Just like he said, that only him who could. It's not fair, isn’t it? Tonight, in front of my late grandmother's old piano, I would show him, that I was strong
enough even without him by my side as before. I'll prove I do not need him ...
At least, I will pretend to...
At least, I will pretend to...
I covered the piano with a shabby fabric, which is very ironic analogy; I try to close the memory of him, as
if I could. Well, at least I've promised myself. It is enough today, I get the last
intake of my heroin. It is time to sleep
and forget about him completely, I'm heading to bed when someone knocked on my door...
Kamis, 08 Maret 2012
I did it again
Oh my ! this blog called Panda, but I realize now,,
I do not even know how it sounds ... =_='
Anyone?
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