Nguyen XIII, 23 kwietnia 2012
As they slitter their way into my heart
Slash! Their venom is injected in my veins, and then
The pain slush like tidal ways up my body drowning it.
Intensely, afterward darkness veil by eyes.
I know that death is drawing near
The room felt colder and colder
But I have nothing to regret when I die by your children.
Fangs continue to sink themselves in my skin and hence eruptions flooded my body.
ALL I see and felt were spasm of pain
Slowly my eyelid close and death
Merciful Death.
Nguyen XIII, 2 kwietnia 2012
Light Light Light.
It was like a beam
of light
Shone in to show me
the way
Guiding me to safety
Showing warm
But all you are
is light
Light Light Light.
Blinding my vision
Beyond my reach
Rush pass leaving
nothing
Light Light Light
You're just rays of
light in my dreams.
Never able to fill
my heart.
I got to let you go
Into the universe.
You created a image
in my live,
Yet it was only
image.
Only… a light
Light Light Light
Nguyen XIII, 31 marca 2012
There this beautiful lady. She has big dreams to become an great
person one day,
But because of those
dreams she abandoned and hated by people around her.
The lady become very
lonely and sad
Yet, not once were
her beautiful ambitious or daring goals crush and abandoned, not once.
That fire in her
heart only grew more fierce and determined
The first catalyst
in the story that redefy the impossible itself.
So to express all
that feeling of both joy and sadness
And thus, releasing
that pure confine soul
She written all her
smiles and tears into songs.
This young lady had
created the music dairy .
The lady hasn't
realize it at that moment
That she created a
tool
To share her feeling
with others
To reconnect this
cold isolated world
Amidst all that pain
and bullying.
She had two companions for her journey.
The First was her
guitar who help written her songs,
Who sang her music
And dry her saddened
tears as she weep.
The second
companions are her parents
Who give her the
support and freedom to follow dreams
Her dedicated mother
who believe in her all the way
She move the land of
country music
To follow her dreams
She keeps singing
and singing
Nothing made her
back down
No one can put out that flame in her heart
Sing, Sing and Sing.
She was singing
about her hope, her dreams and heart and much more.
Her entire life
become music
Her soul and
emotions into notes on the sheet.
She sang about
regrets, growing up heartbreak, and the magic of love.
Tears appear then
dry on her guitar.
Yet she still open
her heart to the world.
People interrupted
her
Acted Mean toward
her.
She is a true hero
Nguyen XIII, 25 marca 2012
The wolf lays itself
in wait
For its next
prey.
He lays in all of us
waiting
For that tiny
trigger
To manifest itself
in form.
When that Lust for
the hunt clouded our minds
Blood covers our
eyes.
The scent of the
preys fluttered into the air.
All our muscles tighten up to the game.
The chase has
began
Each new chase is a
new puzzle.
Where every second
counts,
In this game to the
to death
Where the hunter and
the hunted can switch roles in seconds
Patience is the main
theme of the game.
It is played in the
mind.
To outwit the preys
or the predators
For survival.
The curse of the
chase will rendered you lonely.
It is difficult to
have a relationship.
As the game will
always become part of our lives.
The scale of balance
between duty and family is unstable.
The lust for the
hunt will always manifest itself.
Nguyen XIII, 25 marca 2012
She was exile from
the stars to our planet
From her family.
Wearing her blinding
white dress.
Lock up in a white
castle that isolate itself deep within the forest.
Continuing
dancing up and down the stairs
While singing to the
birds.
In Winter she lays down on the cold white surface where her completion
match the snow.
She has a heart as
purer as the frozen lake.
Walking together
with the lord's second flock of children.
Embracing them like
her own.
She had clipped her
wings to be with us.
Shredded by his
family.
Never had she seen
her father's face
Yet she continues to
teach the human offspring to never lose faith and hope in the great creator.
A symbol of hope to
us all; she was.
Devoted her body and
soul to a greater purpose than her own
Countless young men
had as for her hand only to be rejected
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