Speak the words of your rage.. For if I wouldn't discern your reason.. I'll be lost.. in the dark woods of uncertainty..

"Lies are meant to be believed in,

young minds aren't meant to grow old.

Poets are meant to write,

things that aren't meant to be told."

i'm not a poet no more..

there's nothing to tell about life nor about love..

for i have neither..

im a bothered soul..

desperately breaking away from despair..

Don't despair...

for despair is poisonous...

It will creep up unto you and slowly it will eat you...

Learn to live and love again...

things will fall into its proper place...

in its proper time...

and as i wait for this empty space to be filled..

tonight i would lay myself to sleep..

and beweep my outcast state..

DISTRUST..

it's getting stronger and stronger everyday..

and i'm afraid that one day..

it's all that's left in my heart..

and in my own being..

and i would never learn..

the art of loving..

im sorry..

*snif!!*

"You're my stepping stone

Without you, I'll fall

In the world of oblivion

And live no more.. "

from my poem.. "Stepping Stone"

I need someone who could appreciate the song my heart sings..

even if it's out of tune..

I need someone who could appreciate the song my heart sings..

even if it's out of tune..

but no one came..

i guess every guy's been looking for the girls who could hit the right notes..

and who could sing a perfect song..

i can't believe im trying hard to get up..

just to be let down?!?