Archive for November, 2007

Water of life

Posted in poetry on November 27, 2007 by mydyinghopelesssoul

I’m in pain
Water of life contaminated with the pain of death soaked with wiles
World is changing
Water used for drinking replace by blood to quench thirst
World in its form is dying
Lightning and rainfall of bullets descend from the sky
Washing down the world below

Human

Posted in poetry on November 27, 2007 by mydyinghopelesssoul

He see the moon
she go to the moon
Both in the different world
But share the same feeling

He is strong
She is weak
Both in different physical condition
But in the end both soon will die

He speak in riddle
She speak in rhymes
Both speak in different way
But after all they just a human