Fields of Poetry

I don't know how to love him
What to do, how to move him
I've been changed. Yes, really changed
In these past few days when I've seen myself
I seem like someone else . . .

Thursday, November 27, 2008

My Oblivion

My Oblivion
By: Pmel Oki



Staring straight at the illustrious screen,

spending hours on the colour green;

spattered over palette of tropic scenes,

I waste the world and

To conscience I stream.
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