softly

all of those harsh thoughts, so unkind...cos i wanted you. Here at the circle of life weakening plight, wandering eyes, rottening tooth. In this tainted soul, in this episode of receeding hairlines and certain akward awakening. Standing.

life's like that

we are going away from this life for we are not contented with the mere presence of the current set ups. Through life we concoct lies and opportunities then we weaved them together to create more greater expectations. Go to where you are needed try salvaging those bruised ego and salivate on the rest that was left behind. Touch your ear lobe, scratch the dirt out with your bare hands and smile to the world. For we know what is coming to end. We got what we wanted so we leave with no much regrets. And to the new scene we unfold. Petal by petal we strip that lovely flower till it manifest into a bud so ugly that not a simple minded insect would dare to sit upon. The wind blew the sky, it drove the sky away from our sight. Sympathy to those who lost sight of their own mistakes and only see the light coming out from their nose. It glows brightfully until it blinded the whole nation and as if miracle visited the dead everyone keep on to the illusion of self apathy.

sleepyhead

smile away to your way, just like me trying to get to the other side, an open ride though sometimes we glide. The plight of pride did not climb to blind the whereabout of existence. it penetrates to the bone and crack every single muscle until you bleed inside, though it will never gush out. Blue black of pain, bright light of sanity transcend to those who claimed their understandings based on social acceptance and popular belief. Some refuse to sleep while others go crazy at night, salivating on untouched territories.

Muse

drained, extinguished off this supposed creativity, where is the love and affection? everyday is a new day, everyday looking for materials to write and restrictions plus conditions granted with small amount of salt. living vicariously on other people's life, gaining popularity from things that people will never acknowledge yet everyday without fail you log on to the net browsing the same thing and fall into the trap of the century: of you being the hero and saving the world from frustration and pain. come to me let me build you a new life allow me to give you a sense of belonging so you could walk over anyone that ever treat you nasty. walk over them, step on them squeeze their little balls until they bleed incessantly and jump on them dont stop jumping until they were lifeless. nothing as ever satisfying as watching something wither away, treat it like watching a rose die, treat it like watching an idea being put off. always on your feet, listen to your boss, never argue, you dont have any say, you merely exist to serve your function so they can parade you around tell bad things about you in front of their contemporaries. sometimes people forget that other people have feelings and being compassionate is never in the book, long has it lost its way in the forest. start with a smile and then pretend your life is always easy, walking to work is a good exercise when in reality you just dont have enough to buy a god damn car.

EMPATHY

angry is a mild word, this feeling inside should freely be associate with rage, impulsive outburst, a sense of helplessness. The world is moving too fast and i'm trailing behind it with utter contempt. couldnt i do something even a spectrum of change to make my life a bit better. This is going too far, melting hearts, vanished wisdoms aging body. where can i find the strength to just hold on. How much more pain can one endure to lead a comfortable life, how many ideologies should one stuff in one head to walk with one's head held high. It's crumbling into pieces, disintegrating slowly yet would never leave any historic marks that could be beneficial to the next generations. I am not what i was 5 years ago. I am someone that i do not know, stranger to my family and friends and far more stranger to meself. i do not have a conviction, no plateau to rest my weary head. the world is spinning too fast i'm i'm alreaDY OUT OF BREATH.

Start

This is the way a story starts, when guiles and deceptions dominates the overall feeling of the story. It blinds whatever judgment encrypted, still heart never matters, bottomline purporting to disguise the essence extracted. Of going into a dream never dare spoken by. Dream existed from parts and pieces conjured into reality from selective discrimination. Discretion a dangerous game played by the uninitiated yet practised widely to fend off defiant viruses.