crazy January 30, 2009
Posted by meehoon in life, love, philosophy, poem, poetry, rhapsody.Tags: adult, erotic, first, horny, melody, memory, poem, poetry, sex, she, wild, you
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it is beginning to get tight
all the cords around my neck
my hand can’t hold it any longer
and if i can’t grow any taller
i will falter and bring it down all together
i run and hide
you seek and find
i left traces in mind
you found mee even if you were blind
if you want it
let mee have it
if you need it
tonight be it
beat it
i will hold you loosely tight
letting all your senses fly
i feel your lust and hunger right
hold on to mine and feel my finger inside
i want to ride
i won’t let you hide
let mee hear you yell in plight
let mee see your sorry sight
oh my oh my~
i will tear
ice cold tear
tearing it all
you are my lamb
and i lust for your blood
filling in your vicinity
owning your virginity
feeling my invincibility
you still feeling horny?
are you sorry?
i’ve asked you to let me go
don’t let mee see your naked body glow
you are teasing mee
you naughty
~oh this is killling mee
painful memories
stallions in melody
wild and free
nearing insanity
life in jeopardy
wicked mind taking hold
i’m the king of the world
no no no
i will not let you take control
no no no
don’t let all the horns blow
throw mee your every blow
wake mee up
throw mee into the cold
no no no
don’t come near mee
don’t come near mee
i am the beast that i hate
don’t be the lamb that i await
~don’t come near mee
please don’t~
don’t January 27, 2009
Posted by meehoon in life, love, philosophy, poem, poetry.Tags: life, love, night, poem, poetry, thoughts, you
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no
no way
oh please
don’t let me be alone
let my mind be occupied
let my soul be the truth unfold
never let me be alone
because i will think of you
don’t let me see myself
don’t let me be the enemy
when i could see myself
afraid that i could hate myself
wine of red
roses of red
comforting heart of hate
alone
pencil and pen
paper and lamp
and i’m all alone
silent of a phone
blown away all alone
don’t let it be
don’t let me think of you
never
and ever
don’t let me…
wake me up January 25, 2009
Posted by meehoon in life, philosophy, poem, poetry.Tags: dream, lie, sleep, untitled
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wake me up
wake me up
wake me up~
i was sleep walking
i was always sleeping
the day was long
a liitle bit too long
let me have some alcohol
to wake me up
from the dream
of being drunk
oh~wake me up
wake me up
wake me up from this of time
wake me up
wake me up
wake me up from this lie
umbrella January 14, 2009
Posted by meehoon in life, love, philosophy, poem, poetry, song.Tags: life, love, past, poem, poetry, song, thoughts
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O~the time has passed
and it works its way
moon is round and a new day is found
O~ i happened to know
when is the day
it started to fade away
when is the time
my words don’t rhyme
here is the play
there goes it says
i walk alone
i walk alone
the table under the dome January 2, 2009
Posted by meehoon in life, love, poem, poetry, song.Tags: cafe, clue, dome, history, humor, love, melody, memory, past, poem, poetry, sea, shadow, song, waitress
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i hesitated when i was asked
on which table i would like to rust
looking at the table i just passed
my emotion that i don’t have much trust
for all the memories that last
i imagine that table is gathering dust
i choosed the seat that i could see
right on the opposite distant like sea
the shadow of your smile on the marble white
floating in front of me
the table was left empty
O that waitress must have laughed me staring it blankly
i don’t want to go back
O i wanted to forget
but i fell flat
i’m dead
O she said she saw me sitting there
O she said she saw me with a lady so fair
she must have saw me through
that i was in the blue
she must have saw me through
but i didn’t have any clue
that she was seeing my dream
remember O i remember
you told me when we sat there
you don’t understand the humor of my melody
O you wanted me
to sing the song of our story
O i sang it awkwardly
O she said she saw me from her memory
O she said she saw me but it’s history
she must have saw me true
that i was in the blue
she must have saw me real
that i didn’t have any word to steal
beyond that marble table wooden chair
i left my soul there
staring at your shadow
when i am hollow
tonight January 1, 2009
Posted by meehoon in life, love, poem, poetry, song.Tags: hell, life, love, night, pillow, plight, poem, poetry, shadow, song
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it is this night
reminded me by your side
after the last kiss of goodbye
i look at my right
beyond the pillow white
needing your love i sigh in plight
at least tonight
le mee have your sight
borrowing it just to let mee sleep tight
on top of that pillow
under the moonlight-glow
words and all their shadows
i bow
lies are what i tell myself
plight is what i seek in hell
love that into in fell
hard on this land i dwell
wanting you with me
but pushing you away
seeking for your kiss
in guilty disbelieve
i hate tonight
i hate tonight
i hate tonight
when i need you tonight
when i love you tonight
why oh why
why make it tonight
why you let me see your sight
why oh why
~
this late at night
singing this song
singing this song
alive
