there are ghosts in here,
they visit me in my solitude
and disturb my inner peace.
please,
i beg for you to leave this place,
now that i have found serenity.
slowly, my composure will crumble
as the chords are broken down
into individual notes
and the adhesive that held it together
will soon melt away.
this is no place for ghosts
to come visit me.
this is my haven.
in your eyes, comfort.
reality returns
but now wears a veil.
(c)2003 mai kozai
silence is also music. {8:38 PM}
(--)
cluttered
because
there's
no
space
in
this
damn
mind.
i'm afraid sir, that if you keep your selfish act going,
my head will explode and pieces of
you
will pierce into my skin like glass
and cut me.
and i will bleed until the ground turns crimson.
and unless i empty my mind now,
i won't have anymore room for you, sir.
(c)2003 mai kozai
silence is also music. {8:32 PM}
the poet
mai sharona.
december 5, 1984.
davis, california.
a sucker for flowers.
