my pebbled beach

I long to walk on the pebbled beach of Brighton

Where I had walked in my lover’s arms

Hand in hand we stroll to the end

What seems to be forever has come to an end

I miss the pebbles, the wind and the sea

I miss the carnival they have at the pier

I long for the day when I was in Brighton

I wonder if in life this is just the beginning

A year has gone since I saw the pebbled beach

But memories still lingers in my mind

What seems to be the best is lost in the sea

Where I keep my hope afloat although I’m drowning

Still I long to return to the pebbled beach

Where I can sit and listen to my heart in silence

Memories are best etched in the stones at my feet

I will return to my pebbled beach

~syanarissa~

hey...

hey..
what is that i see?
a light so dazzling
so nice to see
with brilliant hues
amazing me

hey..
what is that i see?
blue skies, white clouds
all floating free
cool breeze
as if whispering to me

hey..
what is that i see?
a moon so bright
even in the darkest night
glowing silvery light
glistening upon me

hey..
what is that i see?
you.. calling me
waking me softly
back into reality
and i am happy~

madden

I may be bolder
I may be meaner
Cut not these fingers
Coz im back in writing
It's 6 a.m in the morning
And I ain't sleeping
I am a rebel
and I am revolting
Must you be considered an artist
If you use flamboyant words?
Must you be considered a friend
If what you do is hidden?
Im analysing every inch of life
I want to scream and be foolish
Its like this is stan to eminem
What is this that i am feeling
Wake up syazie, it's morning already!
dude,I gotta send this shit out
peace

comprendo?

Oh hello my friend, i'm back in writing
and so i heard that you have been wondering
but must you wonder why i write in such a way?
i write to inspire
and so i hope u shall be inspire
judge me if you want by my writing
but never speak of me as if you know me


and oh my friend,
you will never know
such hatred exist in my heart
it feeds on my soul
it makes my eyes aflame like fire
I could burn you with one stare
my word is my sword and i toil with it everyday
sometimes guilt makes me sad
but i kept it hidden behind the facade
but when i write it will be like rain drops falling on the window

And finally my friend,
Life itself has a story laced with emotions and intuition
there is no beauty if a poem is without emotions
And so my friend i hope you understand