Poems

Time passes slowly, it is my enemy.
Colors dull and sounds distant
not even pain seems real.
An unbearable longing, how will I survive.
Will the world
stop
standing
still
for me.

Time passes quickly, it is my enemy.
Colors vibrant and sounds divine.
Even pain holds simple pleasures.
I feel it slipping away, how will I survive.
Will the world
stay
standing
still
for me.

i'm not here
because i don't know the way to laugh
the way they laugh
i didn't catch the joke
in the first place...

she's gone
and i'm still hiding
but it's MY shadow now
please...
...don't look at me like that
look at the smoke spirit drifting away from my mouth
look up at the paste-grey sky
cause that's where i'm looking
that's where i really am...

i'm not the shadow
standing before you
i'm not the one who forgot the joke..
no..
(it's only an illusion)
i use him to hide behind
look in his eyes
you won't see me there
only something slowly..
slowly..
dying

Loneliness is nothing.

Nothing is me when I am lonely.

You are everything.

Everything is me when I'm with you.

Absence is proof.

Proof is what I get when I am lonely.

So loneliness is necessary.

Necessary is what you,

become when I'm lonely.

Loneliness is something.

Haikus(5-7-5)