Thoughts

As I stare at the beautiful golden sand,
As I took another step on this alluring land,
I was captivated by it's scenes,
Yet irritated by the unforeseen circumstances,
I've yet to grasp the concept,
Perhaps I was still inept,
But the taint and stupidity was unacceptable,
If only I was a little capable,
Then maybe it would work,
Instead of acting like a dork.

Morning

The sunshine wakes me up from my slumber,
Hopefully I'll be a little sober,
Mmm such joy,
Mmm I feel like I can fly,
As I thought I was about to be gone,
It sends the shiver to my funny-bone,
It's a new day,
There's lot of things to say,
But I hope you have the time,
And you stay the same,
It's a new beginning,
To start thinking,
To start moving,
And to start working.

Outside

I'm on the outside looking on the inside,
Hoping not to fade,
Wishing for tomorrow,
Feeling my heart beating slow,
Waiting for something,
Hoping for nothing,
The things you wanted to say,
Save it for another day,
I don't feel like hearing,
I don't feel like thinking,
Watching from the outside,
Seeing it being ripped apart from the inside..

Blood

The dashing colour of red,
The tainted yet beautiful,
The significance colour of the dead,
The art of a fool,
What's not to bleed,
Is a sign of being bored,
Of self-inflicting pain enthusiasm,
Towards what is called an asylum,
For the fainted heart and soul,
Towards being a pitiful ghoul.