Treasure Island

Amir Amin

(Singapore)

Vibes Of Sorrow


Soaring high,
Being wild
Seeking for,
A vibes that rhymes

List of pains,
A print of words
Squiggle in grey,
That kills it prey

Vibes of sorrow,
Wander in miles
Glides as there’s no tomorrow,
Bouncing sentiments flies

A plopping misery,
Ripples its calm intuition
Ripping kardia slowly,
Ventricles shutters in confusion

Vibes of sorrow,
Roving aimlessly in hiatal
A notion felt shallow,
Lost in recondite hovel

As it demarche,
Vibes of sorrow
Auger till gaunt,
Smidgen of morsels dwell


Vibes of sorrow,
Wail with mourn
Resuscitate the tears,
Amidst surging fulminant

Such intense substance,
Unable to forestall
Acquiescently embrace,
The vibes of sorrow

Written By: Amir Amzah & Amin Fadly
Thu 09th Oct 08

Submitted: Wednesday, July 15, 2009

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