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Sunday~~afternoon

      今天的天气很好，阳光明媚，晴空万里。亦如这周的每一天，好的让人惊慌

，但又欢喜。不知道这种美好的季节是否有美丽的邂逅或者遭遇。但是即使把全身

都沁没在这一片明媚中，仍然有一个角落在你心中，是阳光无法进入的。痛苦的不

是写作，而是连文字都无法表达，你心中的感受。我经常更换任何工具里面的个人

介绍，QQ，MSN，AIM，website。不知道其实到底想表达什么，亦或许只是想传

递给别人一种意念，渴望被了解，但是又惧怕过分的渗透。我想要的是什么，就是

那么一个人在风中点燃一根烟放入我的唇间，每天每夜看着我老去，某时候，相互

拥抱可以让我们暂时忘却世间的荒芜。究竟一个人的老去是指什么呢，心态的苍

老，或者容貌的衰老。无论怎样，都是一样的绝望的。站在蓝天阳光下，呼吸这样

陌生甜蜜的空气，不知道思念是什么东西。那一根在心中缠绵的发丝，还是一把切

割心肺的利器。我始终认为，现在的生活，每天每日，每夜每分，这样的周而复

始，什么时候才是个完结，快被这样的日子窒息。不喜欢独自在中，如果说那样也

是一个家的地方，那么地铁站，学校，CAFE，街头，都可以说是家了。我曾经和很

多人说过，每当步行在街上，看到那些人，坐在角落中吃着午饭或者晚饭。都情不

自禁的感受到无限悲凉。是不是我也和他们一样的无助，或者他们心中比我快乐。

这一些都是无法送表面判读的。沉默有时候也是一种交流和表达的方式。我希望我

可以一直行走下去，没有终点和停留，飘洒我是孤飞雁，不应与红尘结怨。但是又

偏偏生存在这里，每天要与形形色色的人交流，那怕是最基本的，最简单的问候。

为什么都那么困难，难道一些音符从口中浮现，竟比独处更让人难过吗？ i am

alone, but i am not lonely, that is different, remember. 自欺欺人吗。我讨厌一个

人，但是更讨厌只身与喧闹的环境中，却感觉自己仿佛在另外一个世界。是不是两

个人的身体越接近，灵魂反而就相隔的越遥远。

 Monday is coming. Today, I should be at school now, but i am still at home.

What made me so unhappy. Monday, is not a good day. The first day of the week, but

i am still missing Saturday and Sunday. I have too many work to be done on Monday,

because all the assignments are due on Tuesday. I dont like to work during weekend.

You can say that i am lazy. These days weather is so nice and sunny. The sunshine seems

last forever, air is warm, sky is clear and blue without a single piece of white. I love the

weather, I like to go out, but where are my friends? Come back here, let's gather in NYC

I miss all of you, wherever you are. Just come back for a second, let me tell you what

 happened. Days and nights, that is the way time pass by. School, homework, project,

lab, report. Everyday is the same without ardour or passion. It is "we have to" not " we

want to". why C'est La Vie? Go to outside, buy some coffee and sitting somewhere to

watch people coming and leaving. It is spring now, summer will come soon.What was I doing

at the same time last year, or the year before last year. Summers i just can get rid of it.

too many memories. 

Birth was my first sin, be here,

to cry, with my scream silence tear...

Life was my second sin, just live,

mock this world, my opinions give...

Love was my third sin, to care,

just worship her, how did I dare...

Questioning was my fourth sin, raise doubt,

my mind use, see no reasons when look out...

Rebellion was my fifth sin, my own rules make,

refuse to obey, not orders from others to take...

Arrogance is my sixth sin, to my own sins list,

to think I know, believe my own sins see in life's mist...

I will still have many sins, my own pride I will fall,

I will regret most, hope redemption before death call...

Death will be my last sin, to surrender and die,

just release my life, to darkness and oblivion fly...

© 2001 - 2005 by Mika Kopsa aka SorrowMan (Gothic Poetry, Dark Poems, Dark Gothic Poetry, Suicide Poems, Morbid Poetry, Sad Poems, Vampire poetry, Gothic

“两天”

我只有两天

我从没有把握

一天用来出生

一天用来死亡

我只有两天

我从没有把握

一天用来希望

一天用来绝望

我只有两天

每天都在幻想

一天用来想你

一天用来想我

我只有两天

我从没有把握

一天用来路过

另一天还是路过