Sunday, October 21, 2007

The Good Life

Loud noises and unclear voices,
Silently they sail over my head.
I see their laughing faces,
I wonder what was said.

My hands are cold,
My feet feel so numbed.
I listen to the singers sing,
The words continue to be said, I can't even hear my phone ring.

I try to speak, to be heard,
An unknown part of this crazy herd.
Is it me? or is it luck?,
Why all alone, so stuck?

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

alone and stuck to what?!

only people who know u mite b knowing ure fone is always on silent or vibrate. =)

i tried writing a poem... was all fuckd up...

(pauses... goes and fishes out the poem nd completes it.)

ummm... which i just completed.LoL.
i don't like it tho.. bt yeaa...

im sOoO oFF topiC heRe! okaYY.i think i've said wht i had to. :D

∂αѕ ¢нαмäℓєση said...

Hehehe

are u gonna have the poem on ur blog??

Miss N Mirza said...
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Anonymous said...

nah...i keep forgetting to show it to u.

Anonymous said...

My hands are cold,
My feet feel so numbed.
I listen to the singers sing,
The words continue to be said, I can't even hear my phone ring.

i wont ever hear it ring. its switched off. =)