P-chan's messy head
See through my eyes The green is the garden in which I bled It’s hard to forget My passion was built on a lie I dissected things that lived no more They fell dead at my feet I’d kiss you in a heartbeat Since I don’t know what else to live for The past is Read More …
You find thousands of empty caves With enough room for all your ways Guided by the love for Pasternak and Tolstoy You changed from college to old boy The road covered with determined footsteps The world formed upon your own concept The awareness of a society’s failed ID Your choice to be footloose and Read More …
Rainy Blending in quite well Halfway through Too much ginger ale Nasty confessions Need to be said I’m becoming a good actress Still miss Audrey Hepburn Thinking about Alaska Highway A little escape My voice is tired My mouth is, too Most of the words I utter Don’t have to be Some breaths you’d rather Read More …
Following the path that melts into the unknown Stirring all the incidents, drifting away from home Wandering through a mist of a reminiscence Resulted by the unreliable narrator’s innocence True lies in the body of fiction is reinvention Of the beauty and ugly in a more accurate formation P-chan (c) 2014
Silent is the cold Not a single word spoken Just another memory to unfold Here’s another glass door broken Love stories remaining untold Where are you going with the Subway token ? Who are you looking to hold??? P-chan (c) 2013
Lay your head on where my heart used to be Sweet whispers drowned under the sea Forgotten words and heartbeats Say goodbye with the last breath of defeat Rest your head on the green grass Think of me sharp as the clouds pass And if the sky falls upon your head The memories will Read More …
If you happened for a reason Then all you do will be of no meaning We’ll go pass the season With not one single feeling Chance is there to be seized But choices lead towards paralysis All these memories diseased Don’t bother for further analysis Once I’ve made up my mind I’ll walk that desolate Read More …
Rosa que al prado, encarnada, te ostentas presuntuosa de grana y carmín bañada: campa lozana y gustosa; pero no, que siendo hermosa también serás desdichada. -Juana Ines de la Cruz (1651-1695)
Today I woke up, same like every night Mesmerised by dreams so bright Chasing strangers that I don’t know But convinced they’ll help me grow A stranger’s arm on my shoulder What is in the eyes of the beholder? I forgot, forgot that I must not Blot my lips in the blind spot And life Read More …
On a constant journey Into a non-expository domain A platform of undiscovered word arrangements The mind will do its best To unveil a new influx of phrases In order to self-medicate And enunciate Every hunch and intellection For which there is no proof Devoid of the light A malfunction of the rod cells A mind Read More …
