if the world was round
then my eyes are flat, for i see only shallow tints of people's flare


if the world was grey
then i am colour blind, for i hear only the blue in the waves


if the night was endless
then i must be dumb, for i cant speak the weather's tongue


if the clouds are ever changing
then i lost my sense of smell, for i only smell e grasses green


if the birds are crying
then i m numb, for i can feel, no love nor care but only the mocking stares




i sit alone
on the quiet beach
hearin myself
as i slowly speak
the words came out
in short gasps
as the tears continuously ran
i feel the fondation
giving way
once again to my old self


quiet, silent, observant
unspeaking is the one who waits
endless and timeless
as one who slowly sees
the things going on in this silly me


i noe, but i chose not to say
wads more impt in this empty street
children playing their quiet games
while i sit n stare n wait
as though something was missing
the heavy coat, wounds on my back
covered by my cheesy stares


unmoving, unknowing, while others speak
i juz smile and b sweet
e hate e anger the crush...
all in my mind of a splintered bulb
i noe the time when it shld b
i will stand up n walk again
with small steps i move
head low hands crossed, cap down
scarf wounded around
n i crawled alone on the empty autumn's street