fake

yesterday I put on my empty soul,
and stared back at a fruitlessly busy life,
I loathed people, their hollowness, their aimless strife…

tomorrow I go back, strip my soul,
to watch it beautifully suffer,
as it tinges unbearable truths,
and the lies they cover…

today I wrote this poem..

fake people make me sick, please don't become one...

Sri Lanka

there ran the girl,

out of her lover’s embrace,
leaped into heavens,

and started to cry,

fatal tears for a brutal sky..

smiled the girl… wild and free..
with a bright vision and an eye to see..
to see another unnamable day,
of a land rough and beautiful..
to touch the green in a new way,
to smile again and freely sway…

to the beautiful girls of Sri Lanka.. to Sri Lanka with love..

time..

a face moved
in a faceless crowd..
it truly proved
what I felt inside…

tick.. tock..
time came rushing through,
passing fiercely
between me and you..

there stopped the face
and stared back..
causing that careless time
to painfully crack..

time is killing me.. I can only see you.. I miss you..