THE CORRS COVER!!

I love making song covers!!! ^_________^ This song is so close to my heart!
This is my cover version of The Corr's song Runaway. Enjoy! Listen and review!

Junsu

I looked his way once.
It was like he was pulling me over
in a deepening sense of captivity;

Like a dream,
I never realized when I got here.

I couldn't just take my eyes away yet.

A smile that twisted into a smirk.
Knowing all too well what I feel.

It can't be true, can it?
So far away it is between me and you
and it burns so bright;
I am molten.

It's not even a language I understand.
I could hardly care.


It makes me wonder if it's really wrong to fall in love
with perfection.

Even though it is subjective.

It may be an illusion.
Is that what makes them so powerful?

Drowning, breath locked in my chest;
sensations rise to the consciousness
in the heart of the storm.
hardly a reaction,
something that comes from so afar.

Lust, if not love, has more than one language.
Simple enough to deliver to a starving audience.

so hard to think it's like a show that is not happening each time I replay.


Charged with an emotion so strong,
a chiselled personality in a moulded structure
a sloppy smile could rob a breath.
A sincere one could make it all the more complicated.

Who do you think of when you sing those painful deep word?                

Can it be hard to feel something you don't quite understand from a distance?
Even though it's what's sold to you,
you take in all you can.

It's not enough.
It never is.

Every moment is
this deepening sea of thought,
waves of happiness,
realization,
truth
and hope.

Who cares about this distance?
and the fact that there is no real contact.
But it is so close.

goes in with the air I breathe.

yet so far away. It can't be real.

The light and real humor that turns notes into a
cluster of stars by a large body of water.
they spread out into the water, glitter and rippling all through it.

Emotion too real,
I know when they say 'someone is a good singer'.

You can feel the emotions to your tippy toes.
And be drowned in it head first without a regret
each time.

A want to be completed without compromising;
and be just a little bit brighter at the moment,
but feel a fierce warmth that grips the heart.
Silently I will sing the meaning with tears in my eyes.

Innocence only sells in the world of adults;
the glint of a dark eye makes it all the more mature.


Painting so much of your emotion
onto colourless melodies
floating away in an unfathomable dream.
moving to a beat that hipnotizes even the stray eye;
doing what comes naturally.
It has to be natural to be this.....perfect.


(A poem written as a fan-poem for the Korean performer Xiah Junsu.)

The shape of your curved back
against the backdrop of the mirth-ridden horizon-
dripping with the sparkling dew-drops from a
breath of wind.

fingers in the metal handa,
droplets dripping off
spherical forms
on a near liquid body.

Carafe contours clothed in exquisite strands
of pristine twill
near-breathless tight lace
around a curvacious bustier.


Twirling around in lacy négligée,
it gives a touch of glamour to 
a simple sweep of the limbs.  


So passively
to watch a distant supermoon
Slip into vision
makes you crave a brilliant sun
that will never faze.

A Place for Love

Sometimes I wish I'd given you
the wrong number;
Sometimes you are too close to
move away.

I can hardly breath
or think straight.

A pigeon flying upside down
on a moonlit night
and walking into the water
is so easy.

"Deeper still.."
she says and pulls me
on an invisible thread tied to my heart.

I close my eyes and move backwards.
The sands pull at the cracks in my
feet and
I move backwards.

The sun flares up
into a brilliant flame,
reminding me that it's
so faraway.

Blinking away a dream
so deep
I am so empty
and shadows,
moments
and hopes are raised.

Whispering in my ear a million secrets,
The silent night steals past.


I can hardly breath
as you walk past,
a smile on your face
and I can wish
for a shade of summer
in my open hands.

A little golden flower,
melts to honey
I drink in the name of a season lost;
a Festival of life is behind us


When the moons flip,
the hour changes the year,
on a distant shore,
I know
in your heart,
there will be place
for love to grow.

A poem for today

Some things that are cold
remain so forever.
Some things flicker;
some things fleet.


I whispered into the night;
a flake of sweetened ice
brushed past;
I can count that on my finger-tips,
as I cross them with my thoughts.
Running it through my hair,
strands are the link:

Dragging?
I think leading.

Unmei. (fate/destiny)

Seems like a lie to the
face of truth.

In the face of things,
nothing ever really changes.

But we do.
We all do.


Like the creaking of the door,
that half-step.
The hesitating breath;
that one moment
as you hold back again.



All turn to ice.
Lodging themselves inside.
They turn everyone around them cold.
Like glass that has been in too far:
sigh?
The moonlight shines and makes
it sparkle bright.

That was the thought.
That was the feeling
and nothing,
could change.

A step away.
A call across the sea
and the breath that is held
for a life-time.

What ties us together?

Taffy.
sweet yet dangerous.
would you believe it?

Bare branches that
make me shiver.
steam rising up
and vanishing
in the river sparkle.

Distractions.
Distractions that we look for.
Things that become distractions
and a place to be.


A place where
you're protected.
A place where you are
always safe.
A place you can run away to.

Even if you don't know,
even if you don't expect it.
Even if you haven't cared much;
but the shards.

A fountain of thought.
A spring of delight.
A river of life.

Continuous;
momentarily.
Turn into one;
at the end.

Just when you are sure.
That things don't ever change.


Like a flower blooming.
In a sudden head rush of
sugar-high Spring.
Unfurling
it's large red petals.
Turning me yellow and red.

Burn the ice away.

Flipping my hair back.
Drops to the ground;
Rain.


Roar.
Burning bright;
sparkling;
Blackness fades away.
light and heat.

How could you be far?

Wrong letter.
Listening to the tune
so close.
Right here.

Right now.

I don't want to wander.
You hold me here.
Compass- it's two legs.
Even though you let me.

The light.
The bright shining sun
blindingly beautiful
on my morning skin.

Crinkling lines on a face.
So startling.
Years?
No.
Truth.

A red flame.
A yellow flame.
A pure flame.


I can see them all.
Merge into one.

Thank you.
I am what I am because you're here.
By my side.

Out of a rickshaw on a rainy day

A mangy dog dips his tongue
into a dark puddle
The trees above shake their shadows and
their leaves scatter upon the
asphalt, a splashing.

A man perches on a red mottled LPG cylinder,
a fluorescent yellow hard hat on his head,
Sipping a glass of Chai
as the Chaiwala stirs tea
he accepts the change.

A truck full of youths in white
with saffron tags
cheer for the coming of Ganesha
as they grab onto the rope harness
as the driver brakes.

Flowers arranged on
the florist's bench
peer out of their plastic covers
leering and sniggering
as kids struggle with their many bags and one raincoat.

I speak in a foreign tongue for an hour or two
yet as I walk back,
I can feel the distant light descend in
on the wet city but
traffic lights make up
new decorations.
The street looks like a snake
and that Diwali comes rolling in from all the
streets into an intersection of
prismatic charms and a hundred and one
patterned umbrellas.

An old poem

My hair tangles and forms an
unspoken link
between us.

Our hands intertwined,
much passes between us.
Cheek on cheek, we communicate
more than anyone allowed us.

Our parted lips connected,
for less than a minute
A memory formed forever in our hearts
too pure a feeling for the
animal, minimal form.

A clear glint of happiness in your irises
pale from the passing light.
Hold me up high,
a new melody teach me
I ache for this feeling,
to feel renewed.



(note: this poem was written 2 years ago, just didn't post it here.)