Freelancing #9

I write everything in the sand,
so no one could see all my demands
I would rather keep it to myself,
than let them know the sorrows inside

I write everything in sand,
so no one could see all my fears
I would rather keep it to myself,
than let them know the aches inside

I write everything in sand,
so no one could comfort the pains
I would rather keep it to myself,
than let them know my secrets

Because as the wind blows,
the sand goes along
bringing all my worries to different place
and giving my whole world the same old face

Freelancing #8

Every now and then we play,
a game that takes a lot of stakes
We tend to play alone,
and forgets that life goes along

If we lose this game,
we suffer tremendous pain
If we win this game,
our happiness go off the lane

But this game takes time,
and you'll see yourself at the prime
Are you willing to play,
the infamous waiting game?

Freelancing #7

I'll offer you my best and my last,
even if it's just a fraction
I've been hiding all this from the past,
to avoid more playful attention

The more you tell me to search away,
all roads turn back to you
When your sad past makes you gray,
remember that all comes in time's ques

I loss everything on wrong decisions,
and left me powerless and weak
But it seems that my prayers were heard,
and destiny gave me the wild but meek

I can't give you more material things,
but treat me as your servant
All your command is my will,
I'll do it all and never rant

Let me offer my best and my last,
even if its not very enough
It's the only one I can ever have,
to mend all your broken parts


 

Freelancing #6

When the world turns away,
I look for shelter
And in her heart I went,
and gave sweet surrender

I jumped from places to places,
and found no satisfaction
Then that spark ignited,
when I saw her reflection

Like a fool, I wondered,
If this real or imagination
My mind is distorted,
and wish for her attention

I showed a record of failures,
and scarred me forever
But it soon faded away,
when I heard her pleasing laughter

I would die to see her face,
and regret it a little later,
I'm ashamed of myself,
and attract a lot of haters

Her small voice is a herald,
to my heart it brings good news,
She tells insights and fables,
and her own world views

Her presence just struck me,
and her smile tops it all
I hope she loves more,
'cause I'm willing to fall 

But what am I expecting?
I've done no action
Like before, I tremble in fear,
when I hear some reaction

The past seems to be haunting,
and my life is innovating
I see her as my inspiration,
but can I stand another suffering?

I've planned before and failed to execute,
it was a damn waste of precious time
But if she could make me complete,
I would give it one last try

For the sake my sanity,
I will move and go ahead
What do I got to lose,
when my heart beats my head?

Oh, how unfortunate,
this life is very unfair
It gave me a hard puzzle,
and some burden to bare

When will the tide turn,
and gives me the good side?
When will I keep making riddles of uncertainty,
and run away from outcomes and hide?

Freelancing #5

Along came a woman of wonders,

captivating a mortal man's heart

She would lure all the lovers,

and show them her loving art

At dawn she sings a melody,

as the wind caress her face

A song that takes away agony,

and make mere mortal chase

Her kiss would be rewarding,

and makes men dream

An embrace would be satisfying,

just a touch of hand would be real

At dusk she kneels at the sun,

praying for the next day to come

The whole universe rise from slums,

tipsy and intoxicated by rum

Along came a woman of wonders,

sharing her mortal and caring heart

She would lure all the lovers,

and shows them all the happiest part

Freelancing #4

Every morning I wake up,

your name comes to mind

It feels peaceful just to see you,

I wish I have all the time

I would rather sleep for an eternity,

as long as you're in every dream

It's useless to be awake and be old,

without you, my life's a little dim

So I offer you these simple lines,

I promise not to depart

I'll be praying with all my life,

and wish you'll never be apart  

Freelancing #3

In times like this I ponder,

if the world will ever awake

It sleeps too much to sober,

keeping away chances I want to take

I want to sleep into its loving arms,

gentle and sweet as it seems

Oh, how fortunate are those before me,

they saw the light and heard its blissful hymns

I pray in this lonely and cold night,

that all angels could help me

I want to wake this world up,

and feel its sweet and gentle bliss 

Freelancing #2

I look at the heavens at night,

wondering if my heart could take flight

The flickering stars is so bright,

I want to grab them and hold them very tight

I wish you could be beside me,

as I ponder into this starry sea

How I pray that you can see these,

a piece of heaven in the abyss

In prayer I close my eyes,

and utter words that I know will never die

I wish you could be here tonight,

just like those stars flickering so bright

Freelancing #1

What could be more special,

than to see your face everyday

The way you smile and frown,

inspire all the words I could ever say

From dawn 'till dusk I await,

if I could even hear your gentle voice

I made mistakes and errors before,

but you'll never be a choice

For all my youthful years of sorrows,

seldom do I feel happy and inspired

I pray that this would never end,

and this restless heart could never go tired 

I let the heavens dictate my destiny,

and the stars be guiding its route

But please don't go far beyond my reach,

for I'm really sure I've eliminated all my doubts 

At the Middle of the Sea

What shall I do to make it stop?

I'm in the middle of a very stormy trap

My strong sail is torn apart,

and I'm holding firmly against my heart

The waves clashes and pounds,

like an army of angry hounds

I sent a prayer of great distress,

so that the good Lord shall put me to rest

Why did I set sail on a hellish sea,

when I could be more comfortable and free?

I remember setting myself for a journey,

in search of a land full of milk and honey

As the wind clashes my ship,

I imagined it as a glorious trip

If I would die without a fight,

then I don't deserve to see the light

With all might I'll fight the rage,

with only courage as my sage
Maybe at the end of all tragedy,

an island of hope eagerly awaits me