Emil Yap

necrid

poems and dreams

joy of agony
Apr. 24th, 2008 | 07:19 pm

i dont want to think
no time to reflect
wisdom came starring
smile awakes a distance...

miles and miles between us
loneliness ends gently
when you say nothing at all
words turn inside out...

my soul follow your rhythm
as i inhaled the pathetic wind
untouched shadows
craved my visions...

playing the unlife upon life
the world stand still
when i first saw joy
its hard to breath.

Anecdote of Catharsis
Apr. 24th, 2008 | 06:55 pm

an angel awaits me
killing my sorrows softly
towards the undiscovered
the doors open unnoticed...

just seeing you
actions became blues
reaping the underground
seducing the unwilling...

i dont cry in the outside
broken souls run lost
tell me nothing
no reason to demands...

seeking my peace inside
the outsider embraces the shadow
rage against words
my love have grown.

sleepless
Apr. 16th, 2008 | 03:36 pm

blank canvasses
questioning walls
pretending minds
aging souls...

quiet subjects
decadent culture
sleeping truths
oppressive words...

pointless directions
windless spaces
turbulent events
rebounding echoes....

limitless reasons
exposed sins
do not ever give in...
sleep loose!

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**words

Apr. 15th, 2008 | 08:49 pm

visible seeds of my composition
growing emotions that blends
in the darkness of light
truth for justice
cries of the oppressed
i do not do as i wish
i do what i can....**

obsession
Apr. 16th, 2008 | 12:48 pm

black with brown reflection
gray tones, vertical rhythms
articulate planes
jagged walls...

unrecognizable objects
super imposed backgrounds
warm compositions
intersecting visions...

identical themes
trapped rigidity
patchwork of ideas
lingering redbrowns...

scattered fragments
extra ordinary questions
decadent freedoms
colliding motifs...

abstract words
meaningless passages
secret symbols
graphic coexistence...

avoiding forms
incomplete parables
provoking illusions
prenatal intercourse...

defining moments
rediscovering poverty
interweaving collision
corrupting the cycles...

detached idols, spatial spaces
recreates sufferings, playing words on
meaningless
phrases!