Hell yeah

To rule this world by mere magic is cheating to the very core, con artist, you will never be remembered. What is it that you really want? Fantasy is the only thing that will linger in your world. Forever asleep, why dont you. I have greater things to do besides entertaining your foolish notions. Go and spread your beliefs to someplace else. I cast a spell on you then, since you are so involved with your cheating skills, let there be no one beside your side, when your world crumble to nothingness, let every particles, matters and consciousness forget on your very existence and then you will realise that you are nothing but a tiny dancer who forgets his dance of life. In the darkness you go, because even the light wouldnt want to shine on you. Be riddance!

Alas

Need us to be aware of our own super conviction when the real value of just and bended truth are wasted in the altar of happiness. Do we go to your house to taste that mandarin orange offered nicely within a bowl of lingering prayer. Where do we start to realise that there's nothing mysterious in life and however hard we try to redress the issue wouldnt we come back to where we'd started. Put your hand in my basket and I will carry it to the counter and while I'm there, the clerk would put her bestest smile and asked would it be cash or card sir. I am purchasing your hand with my expired credit card, would it matter?

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.

hala tuju

almapetro woliudhu rtuit hgiert jailom and what is the real life when a mother begs with swollen pride and welling tears for her son to return to her, and call her mother again. Last and depart this one of the life and what for you this now is going to be a long one. Could not think of anything that could prolong this conversation when three old lady convenes under a spiral staircase badmouthing anyone at their sights. We want you as your own man, we will love you when you perform your work rather exceptionally but we will not spare you when you make mistakes. We are creatures of arrogance and even when we die we demand our name to be engraved.

dino

walking like a dinosour just giving away your pre historic habits and you just couldnt be bothered.

ass

here we go now that everyone is here stand up still for the maestro would love to fornicate in front of anyone that's willing to see. The bare necessity of ignorant life for these life are made to be gazed at. Why this little voices churning out from my ears. The life of love that never be. The love of mine that can never be. I am the one willing to make a change and I write in an anonymous place that no one who knows me can silly guess my whereabouts. To be anonymous in a place where no one really knows your name. This is not cheers and this is not what you really desire to be your life's achievement. The dial tone spinning a man looking from outside deciding what to do and he did decides nevertheless to enter and play with the internet. There's this lady behind me waiting to just finish off and completed her working hour. And i'm drifting away, losing my patience waiting for my fat friends who took my car and went off wanking with his shoots.
So i havent written for quite some time, and i just wouldnt want to be an ass.

collidalics

Write away super hay


this life and love collides in mind, death to the sons of those unbelievers for they do not speak our language and they did not know the experience endured. That man was sitting alone on a bench waiting for the right moment to snare at his intended prey. Along came this wild beast, mighty with wisdom and spoke to those who were willing to listen. Its hand crept up to the groin, stiffening the branches of the undestructible trees until mildew came gushing out while one part of the tree suddenly couldn't contain itself and succumb to the ground. But the people there walk on, unperturbed, refusing to care, for another natural occurence passed by. Two in one night, a historic feat some would declare but this bitter taste still lingers inside this mouth of mine. Come to this site, so everyone would gather and see how snow white gleams with pride when her stepmother slipped down the cliff.

ignorance is

this light coming out from my tongue
sprinkling bright piercing through my saliva
glistening and crowding away from the dead skin
Of a face that used to be a half person

variables, that's the technique employed
when an identity is asked upon

nanowrimo

Write away super hay

pop

Write away super hay

the more you talk the more it sounds the same..pop, the bubble burst again

roll

the chaos, of giving your best but not being good enough. Of being accused as the masterminder of a petty crime, walking with disgust to the police station, halfly remembered the registration number. Of forgetting the group of persons who without prejudice helped you stand on your feet, getting out the first aid kit trying to calm you down. the bittersweet experience of hanging out night after night at the park. different sorts of personality with one common goal, either sex or money, intertwining elements that gets people going. words do give impact to any situation, they cajoles, attracts and binds others into doing unbelievable things. I'm faltering, i'm the leaning statue of buddha. of having a lean face and a lean personality. Backing inwards, i'm lost in myself, my stoic approach did not gets to the flying colour results I was hoping. Change is inevitable, hold me to your deeper bone, let me hear it cracks open away out of your chest. Let the birds of prey fly away from your ribcage, the pain would lasts you longer, the pain would toughen you up. Never die when you allowed yourself to live. Stacking of emotions, welling of tears, blurred visions, strong sensation slowly protruding the nose. what is your worth to yourself? where can i find the worth weighing machine. Alice doesnt live here anymore, Lucy is not in the sky with diamonds, Calm is a fiction. This mind works in different directions and wouldnt want to act straight.

How i hate staring at a blank page

Write away super hay

Typing while holding your keyboard on air, with one leg up and the sensation of passing air constantly becomes pleasurable. Sleeping without your clothes on, a hidden sign of exhibitionism. Smoking away your consciousness, blanking out your problems with anti-acknowledgement devices. To whom would you run to again and again. Dream is your remedy.

Write away super hay

hey monkey with the orange shirt, slow down, slow down, you're not ahead or behind
unceasingly ruddy with altruism. Convulsed winnowed temperamental psyche. Through what life could a tranny lead her life. Going to the park again, selling your used goods again. Sitting down, starry eyes, whistling loudly inside your heart, cheap thrill, sexless. And so the overweight man passed by you with his motorcycle, ignoring your existence though you simply couldn't care less. And then your friend moved in near the park, so as to have more males to goggle at.

Write away super hay


secretly, biding my time, the face inside me,
honestly, biding my days, for someone else
trying hard to think pure
bloody hard when raw

wanna do someone else
should be by yourself
instead of here with me

so now, you've been fucking your core, feeling used

and that's from skunk anansie

pure yet raw

Write away super hay

raw not yet polished