03
Jun
08

Sonata of the Tortured

The wind in high places swept my
face with its fingers like hypnotizing, slowly peeling my sadness away.
I think
of nothing yet my heart cries for the quietness
, the wind again carries me away
to the world beyond the night sky, just like tonight.

 

Leaving me question I cannot even
answer though the puzzle still remain of so many years’ education and pointless
study.
No institution ever taught me how to love, no teacher ever teaches me
how to erase the pain away
and not even one book of scholars ever mention that
love will always come back no matter how painful it was.

 

Time haSonatas point it fingers on me,
how many seconds I have wasted my youth for things that melted in the day and
frozen in the dawn. My dreams chasing me like a wild beast;
its claws ready to
slit my mouth to speak against my own future, my tormented feet running from
its preying eyes.
No one could help me but my shadows that are now restless
rescuing me every time I’m in need.

 

I stood here again with my heart
on my hands saying “protect me, or they will carry me away to the land of false
hopes.” The cold ground had nailed me from going nowhere as I must pay my dues
to what I had done.
And what’s killing me is the silence from the inside where
so many talking so loud outside.
Oh dear Lord, spare me my fragile soul for me
to keep from the hands of the eternal damnation.

 

Romance in the cold breeze
singing me the songs of one true journey to eternity. To see is to feel what’s real;
to be is to believe what the future offers us to see. But never take more than
what you give or the one will put lies in your soul just like an unknown thief.
Love is the rhythm for you to walk upon the cloud of freedom, so strong you
never want again to give them.
The ray of sunshine felt like an arrow to my
vision as I never walk in light, only guided by one true ally to be my sight.

 

Now I learn the lesson of being
delicate to reach one true individual, strong enough to fight the storm of the
world full of lies, ignorance, unfairness, deception and most of all betrayal.
I must live long enough to see my work had been done in a world of beauty in my
own reflectance.
Sing loud enough for the universe to hear me calling, that I’m
here and always will be.




10 Responses to “Sonata of the Tortured”


  1. 1    Reggie June 3, 2008 at 4:14 pm

    nice artic..

    i could feel the pain….

    “love will always come back no matter how painful it was.”

    love can bring the strongest person to his knees and shatter the greatest power of the mind…d*mn

  2. 2    Suzi June 3, 2008 at 5:29 pm

    it’s so touching I could feel the loneliness and pain. Be strong to achieve your dreamz.

  3. 3    Katherine June 4, 2008 at 7:32 pm

    nice, nice.. love indeed can make one write..

  4. 4    yen June 6, 2008 at 10:23 am

    how much you love is how much you are gonna get hurt..

  5. 5    王子迷♥LynDoN♥ June 7, 2008 at 12:13 am

    hihi ure blog ROCKS!!!!

  6. 6    Dianne Riza June 7, 2008 at 12:38 am

    whoa..such a nice blog..=)

  7. 7    raphy June 7, 2008 at 2:32 am

    gasling mg post

  8. 8    shu wen June 7, 2008 at 11:38 pm

    i’m sry if i’m d one who make u feel dat way..

  9. 9    aDiA June 8, 2008 at 8:37 am

    they say time heals everything but i know how it’s like to wait for that time when you’re fully healed. sometimes it’s forever. hey, i’m paining too! but i believe i should speak as a person who offers encouragement than to talk about bitterness and anger. that’s because i knew that too well. just remember what u’re worth and how important u are to those who actually really loves u; ur parents & best friends. don’t ever quit life no matter what. maybe we walk with our heads down now as the other person trample on us. but if u keep ur spirits up, and be strong u’ll be well on ur way to look up to the bright, shining star! =)

  10. 10    Rio August 11, 2008 at 7:49 am

    For you to have the courage to spill it out with such an impact is a show of unpretentious strength. It just means that the pain didn’t make you numb and lucky will your next love be. Keep posting inspirational thoughts. It makes your readers have a second thought on turning down a love…

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