7:52 pm disillusion?

as i walk through the lonely streets
i met kirsten.
the night was young as she was
too young too be drunk.

i saw beauty amidst the darkness
of night: her height and figure
i would never forget, her short
yet appealing hair graced me and defined

what appealing was, her eyes had
the talent of smiling eccentricity,
her long fingers held (which i didn't mind)
a bottle of beer on right and cigar on left,

her complexion glowed and enligthened
the night. and surely, something etched
on my mind a smile i would definitely
love when she would be sober.

half-full, half-empty (title inspired from cueshe's album)

i saw a boy of tattered clothes,
running from this car
to that car. he chased them
despite the heat of the sun.
he wore a cap reversed.
he wore a torn slippers
for he ran to this car
to that car. and he held
a bottled of mineral water
half-full of coins and
half-empty of promise
that he's going to be paid.

why i love summer

blank summer sky,
i don't have any clouds to
cover up any lies and pretention.
honestly, i confess to the sun
"i love you hating me."
a humbling experience
of looking up to him
only to find my eyes
blinded and teary.
scorching heat and tanning rays,
hand me please sunglasses
for i have to look at his
eyes and again confess
"i love you hating me"