Lovely Sin

I come before myself

And set forth a vision of my memory

I stare into the ghostly reflection

Of one I know nothing of

I raise my hand, and touch her palm

And I look deep into her eyes

The eyes of hollow nothingness

But then the eyes, they go wet

And a puddle of regret and despair

Envelope the vast emptiness

And one drop overflows

And then, there was no more

She stares back. Damnation.

Fear? Somewhere deep within

But too overwhelming to be longer felt

And so she sits.

The cycle repeats in her mind.

Lost in the events of yesterday.

And of tomorrow.

Do we burn our hearts,

like one may burn in hell?

Do we cut our morality,

like one may cut its flesh?

How lovely may sin be

Holy time of hidden ghosts

When monsters are locked away

We release our own.

And you may not feel

the disappointment, the doom

For all you feel is pleasure

But what does she feel?

And what do I?

And which is which?

She craves for more

She enjoys the lovely sin

But I hate it

I despise it

And I and her, we are different

We are two matrices

trapped in one form.

And you..You know not of how I feel..

You may not sympathize.

For all you know, is the foolish happiness

Blinded by lust and lovely sin.

Leave me.

For you know not of how you destruct me.

And never return.

For you know not of how the memory of you burns me.

originally written by,

asha kim

2337

30th August 2010

Life is just a dream

this life is just a dream

It is not real, it is not forever

this life is like a bubble

it will simply float until it pops

this life is just a dream

this life is just a dream

you will never feel what you have felt again

this life is just a dream

you will not remember all of what happened

and of how it happened

this life is just a dream

it will not last forever

this life is just a dream

one that you may feel trapped in

but one day you will see

it's the prison where you wish to be

this life..it is just a dream

where everything is just infinite air

everything is degradable

everything will melt into the matrix

except for one, memory

this life is just a dream

and if so, what are we?

are we lost matrices in a dark endless hole

floating to find form and foundation

this life is just a dream

one that is infinite

and one that does not seem to end.

originally written by,

asha kim

0018

23rd August 2010

The Dawn

I watch from the sidelines

Then stare into darkness

I see my future in the skies

I see it rain

and I see no sunrise

but I see light aglow

The cold wet droplets

soak through my skin

it feels good, it feels perfect

but when I close my eyes

I see me, paranoid

I, who lives in fear but finds thrill by being afraid

and then it stops..

my sanity breached, my sadistic mind on play.

originally written by,

asha kim

1332

06/06/2010

I Am A Speck In The Ocean of Grey

I am just a speck in this world

Finding place, finding position

Buried under millions and billions of grey

All dull by commons, similarities retain

I am a bead moving against the grain

Striving hard, pushing my way through the crowd

Every silent face, dull and pale and grey

Overshadowed by winners

And I shall rise above the ocean of grey

And fill them with colour, at least some if not most

And i am a speck in this world

Crying to be seen and to be heard

originally written by,

asha kim

1927

18th may 2010

The infinite line

I will move

I will not back down

I will fight till the last of life

I will strive to reach the end of the infinite line

Even as I go, and as I travel

along this whirlwind, and I know

I will never reach the end of the line

because definite it is not

So why fight for the impossible

May you ask

My dear friend, have you not known

I am one who loves the Hunt, and not the Gold

For Gold may shine and shimmer

but the Hunt, my friend, the Hunt, it is power

the Hunt is Desire, Motivation and Strength

It is what keeps me sane and moving

It is what keeps my soul and spirit living

originally by,

asha kim

14.05.2010

2.43 am

Greatness of Realization

I arise from a deep sleep
One trance that kept me away from a life
I awake with sense of realization
One that I have been ignorant to seek
I look up towards the heavenly clouds
Those that I have taken for granted
I close my eyes and the wind blows past my skin
Allowing the air to fill me in and embrace me
I spread my arms and part my fingers
And feel my spirit fly
A smile carves on my face
My heartbeat comes clear
And all my senses awaken

I hear so clearly the birds and bees
The mumbling and rustling of leaves
The silent howling
I taste the air of sweetness
And of bitter and fowl
I smell the grass and flowers
And all in between
I see myself as I see the world
The sun, clouds, the moon and stars

And I feel the suffering and the sorrow
As I feel the joy and laughter

I sense freedom, I sense realization
I sense greatness, I sense my inner soul
I find myself as I awaken from my sleep

This blissful ignorance unworthy then the truth
Ignorance that end with pain and self-hatred
The walls, the vaults built to surround me
Now broken down by Strength and Will
Allowing me to break free
That is the greatness of realization.

originally written by,

asha kim

0017

22nd may 2009

eyes of the unmistakable

locked shutters of the window, coloured in shades of fire
dark red fill eyes of the black-hearted,
carving deep wounds of life deep in its core
awakening the hidden beast
wrath and anger released as the wind blows violently
feeding power to its unruly nature
as it stares down to the innocent
the powerless brave-hearted
the sight of its evil eyes casts fear
into their hearts
and all the children shall witness
the horror of its revenge and hatred
and the eyes of the unmistakable
shall tell it all.

originally written by,

asha kim

5.13 am

26th October 2009

LIFE'S JUST A BED OF ROSES

open your eyes and you shall see

how red a lucious rose can be.

beautiful, tempting, glaring, daring

a significant natural beauty signing.

Rose, smell so sweet

Rose, colour so treat

pretty, yet deceiving

soft, yet spearing

life's a bed of roses

people say, how nice that is, no woos or woes,

but what do they know about a bed of roses,

if they don't dig beneath the surface

they are yet to find the true meaning of lifeless rose.

what are the thorns beneath the surface

which cut the skin of those of heartless

or those who care to never be careful

life cuts their hearts like tiny spears

kills it shall not,

just cause pain,

truth to be said

every good has its price

never underestimate the meaning

of a bed of red roses.

originally written by,

asha kim

around 1100 to 1200

10th august 2009

LIFE'S BITTER END

everyday when I'm alone, I feel lost, I feel cold

everyday when I'm alone, I feel empty, I feel low

not because I am alone, but because I see

when I'm alone everything comes back to me

all the guilt all the regrets all the thoughts that I have had

all the opinions all the mistakes all the things I could have had

one wrong turn has taken me far, far away from the right

as one leads to two more, I take the one wrong turn

and again and again each roads lead to two

and again and again I take the wrong path too

I realize regrets can never take me back to that first path

I realize tears can never change it even so

I realize nothing I say can change my loathe

my loathing to that whispering ghost

I write this now so you can see

what monsters cause to miseries

life's bitter taste spoils its treats

one wrong mistake brings defeat

it is not too late, one may say

it is today, today, today

not tomorrow if you believe

that everything is destiny

but what if one has lost its faith

and what if its life is not to change

even if it strives its way

it ends up coming back to say

its life has been set

its days have been destined

it knows it should not lose hope

give up and take it all

but exhaustion has done its cause

the fighting has made its fall

no more can one stand against the law

the rules the plans they have ignored

life isn't always fair, say some

and for ones like these

justice has no value at all

but the world never stops

and one shall see

if one shall fall

originally written by,

asha kim

sometime in 2007

DEAD SILENCE

the silence lingers near

the time has stopped in fear

when all the black walls

grow dark, closing in

the presence of blackness

fills the air

as darkness rise

and lights glow narrow paths

no voice shall break

no one shall speak

no time has passed

no pain can longer be felt

time did not pass

but the pain did

time is still

but the rooms have been deserted

alone shall this be

in the moment that never moves

and may never move

the moment stays forever

and time may make up

for all the missing seconds

how it shall be

this shall not know

as silence screams in this ears

ignorance may be all the bliss left

the darkness grows darker

the black clouds grow bigger

monsters of the dark linger closer

slithering pass the deadly silence

no fear is present

no wound is healed

the bites and poison

make their way through

shall silence drive sanity

drive it away

shall silence take this

as this takes no care

this is numb

this feels nothing

shall the dead silence pass

along with the people?

shall the dead silence stay

like the monsters in this time

time that never pasts

emotions are empty

thoughts are gone

but this is still here

with nothing left to say

nothing left to think

nothing left to have

the dead silence shall haunt

this time this moment shall live

nothing else shall ever matter

nothing else shall be cared

black is the colour

of this dark universe

taking no more

as there is nothing left to take anymore

the dead silence

it smells of death

and shall this be death?

when this feels dead

as every seen thing

melts into shades of red and black

shall anyone hear the screams

of the deadly silence

no one shall ever care

originally written by,

asha kim

sometime in 2007

A NARROW PATH

I walk down this road, patient, waiting

listening to the silence

making sense of it too

walking straight ahead, feeling calm, peaceful

taking step by step, walking down the shadow path

accepting the cold wind and the sun's wrath

'til I come to a path, narrow, indefinite

slowly breathing the air, taking in the peaceful medicine

preparing me for the next

what comes ahead of me?

will I ever know?

shall I seek the future, leaving the rusty road behind

the road where the floor creaks

the little bridge I've passed

the cheerful colours and little friends behind the closet wall

a park of heavenly clouds

and horses to ride

the swings, the slides, the staircase

now rust with my footprints

now printed in brown

the sweetness, will all they be at risk?

I stand before the narrow path

taking it all in

now, and far beyond I shall not see

blinded in the dark

but couragely, one must take step

and walk through it all

originally by,

asha kim

sometime in 2008

SERENADE OF THE FULL MOON

He gazed upon the fluorescent circle

that shined the night with love and passion

His fingers strummed the rhythmic tune of a serenade

each rhythm completed with his heartbeat

His eyes watched the full moon with passion

his soul at peace whilst the sky witnessed with its twinkling eyes

His fingers moved as one with his heartbeat

as he looked up in the sky, he sensed her

as if she were watching

and knew he was watching her

A smile on his face, carved for her to see

as she listened to his serenade

as she waited for every next beat

and he played with love and passion

feeling each rhythm like a journey of his soul

embracing him from within

The passionate music will lie forever in his heart.

originally written by,

asha kim

24th December 2008

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