The Aura Posted by dead poet story , Monday 8 April 2013 at 20:34, in

the aura
the aura
the aura...
i have lost some
i have lost most
i have lost all

the aura
the aura
the aura,
i have lost sight
i have lost the sense
i have lost the edge

the aura,
i miss you
dearly
everyday,
mostly,
plurally
period.

the aura
the self,
the man,
me...
i miss you
dearly
painfully
miss you,
me.

the aura...
Me.

Oh yes i am a dreamer
For i still dream about you...
And it felt so real
As it always show a different world
Where we are forever 18...

Oh yes i am a dreamer
I dream today never happened,sometimes...
But all were reasoned,those things that happened,
And i don't want to regret any...

But still i dream
That that moment in time, stop.
Forever stayed the way it was
And end in a fairytale ending...

Forever that will be a beautiful dream,
And you, still my favourite angel,
Though the end is not mine,
I thank you for that wonderful dream...
I love you, always,
in that dream.
The Dreamer

The Lady From The Ad Posted by dead poet story , Saturday 20 November 2010 at 19:08, in

i saw your face with that green backround
them greens made your face shines with a peaceful aura
as if your presents soothes the surround
and im in love with that aura

oh that made me regret
i should have travel the world more
before i let myself be seated here
and be a seasoned traveler
and feast on all earth's wonder

or maybe i might be a better lover
if i let my lust wait a little more
tasting every bit of taste there are
but im afraid i'll drift even more afar

but your face reminds me
of a peaceful era i used to have
when love is still my greatest charm
and poems are my greatest weapon

i saw your face with that green backround
them greens made your face shines with a peaceful aura
as if your presents soothes the surround
and im in love with that aura

perhaps im just missing the old me...

The Castle ( inside my head) Posted by dead poet story , Monday 10 May 2010 at 22:31, in

i wish to live in a fairytale
somewhat you can never imagine
somewhat too far for you to find

sipping honey from the butterflies
they come with tiny cups beneath their wings
as i let them into my castle

and the wolves are making butterscotch
and those bears are making pancakes
as i just merry myself watching them

the birds are the ministers
the jesters and they pull they Sun
whenever i want some

oooh don't forget the ladybugs
the put the stars in anyway they please
as long as i give them some old my-honey

them fishes are the mermaids also
as they dance to the dancing tune of mr.moose's
magic flute and Bunny's hum-drums

well, im bored here
it's time to go back to reality
it's fun playing with you all
i'll be back soon
and miss pot?
keep my earl grey tea warm
and don't forget my slice of lime
next time?

Please Let Me Get What I Want~this time Posted by dead poet story , Monday 19 April 2010 at 12:07, in Labels: a plea

Good times for a change


See, the luck Ive had

Can make a good man

Turn bad



So please please please

Let me, let me, let me

Let me get what I want

This time



Havent had a dream in a long time


See, the life Ive had


Can make a good man bad



So for once in my life

Let me get what I want

Lord knows, it would be the first time

Lord knows, it would be the first time
 
-the smiths-
 covered by muse/deftones/cayley/buckley
 
i just fell in love with the music n lyrics.it's magic!

The Fall Posted by dead poet story , Sunday 18 April 2010 at 04:49, in Labels: love

i fall and fall
deep into the abyss
deep into a place
a place im so used
a place im really pleased

i fall and i fall
fall into a place
a place that i know
i know
i shouldn't be

but this, i can't contain
i know i should
for there will be
none that can be seen,
there's just no suited end

i fall and i let fall again
fall into the no-end
she will be more than a friend
but there's just no suited
end.

in this warm summer night
i recall the love ones
that touched my heart before
how i miss them
but love them no more