The warmth which you once gave me have faded,
for now my heart and life is tainted.
The cold now that I feel is colder than any ice,
some how I wish I could forget the lies.
Everyday now turned to be a gamble,
it is you that make my mind tremble.
Rain or shine there you will be,
one way or another I will unfortunately see.
Close the Doors and shut the crap,
bar the the Gates and seal the gap.
Bring out your armour and gather your courage,
draw your shield and hope you will manage.
Fight with a wondering mind,
stand with the strength within.
Fight with a broken sword,
stand with the grit within.
Long and treacherous it will be,
it may rise a blood of sea.
Merciless and pointless it may seem,
childish and foolish you may deem.
Destiny brought us for a purpose,
or was it just another careless.
Prepare for battle the hour has come,
for all I know I cannot succumb.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Chapter 6.5 : Fatal bonds ...
Friends are the people which we hang around with. Friends are the people which we spent most of our time with. Friends are the people which we smile and frown with. Friends are the people which gave you a reason to go school. Friends are the people which watch your back while you watch theirs. Friends are the people which you suffer and enjoy with. Friends are the people which waits for you. Friends are the people which are always there when you need them. Friends are the people which never let you cry alone. Friends are the people which stands by you no matter what. Friends are the people which makes you feel good. Friends are the people which abolishes our fear. Friends are the people which is happy for you when you are happy. Friend are the people who are willing to sacrifice for you. Friends are the people which you can trust.
Friends are the ones which makes us fell left out. Friends are the ones which makes us suffer inside out. Friends are the ones which makes us hate ourselves. Friends are the ones which destroys our moods. Friends are the ones which tarnishes our reputation. Friends are the ones which make us feel stupid. Friends are the ones which makes us feel dissapointed. Friends are the ones which tears our pride. Friends are the ones which instill new fear upon us. Friends are the ones which makes life feel meaningless. Friends are the ones which kills our sanity. Friends are the ones which makes us worry sick. Friends are the ones which ignores you. Friends are the ones which makes you feel isolated. Friends are the ones which adds a neverending burden to our shoulders. Friends are the ones which makes us feel mad. Friends are the ones which makes us mad. Friends are the ones which cripple our life. Friend are the ones which hurt you deeply. Friends are the ones which betray your trust.
Friends are the ones which makes us fell left out. Friends are the ones which makes us suffer inside out. Friends are the ones which makes us hate ourselves. Friends are the ones which destroys our moods. Friends are the ones which tarnishes our reputation. Friends are the ones which make us feel stupid. Friends are the ones which makes us feel dissapointed. Friends are the ones which tears our pride. Friends are the ones which instill new fear upon us. Friends are the ones which makes life feel meaningless. Friends are the ones which kills our sanity. Friends are the ones which makes us worry sick. Friends are the ones which ignores you. Friends are the ones which makes you feel isolated. Friends are the ones which adds a neverending burden to our shoulders. Friends are the ones which makes us feel mad. Friends are the ones which makes us mad. Friends are the ones which cripple our life. Friend are the ones which hurt you deeply. Friends are the ones which betray your trust.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Chapter 2.2 : Sensitivity ...
The mind, the very mechanism which drives our thoughts and actions. The mind is said to be the very power which allows us to be the dominate species since the Elder days. Allowing us to outsmart, outwit and outlast one another, even our own.
Personality is what seperates us humans from each other. Cool, hot, funky, clever, sensitive or even stupidity is what difines what you are. Each with its own pros and cons, we can be an obvious friend to one while a fearful foe to another.
Thinking before you speak, will allow you to never start a misunderstanding. Thinking further and more than the others allows you to outsmart another. Feeling the extra joy and pleasure when you are happy. Thinking of other's thoughts while preparing for your next move will allow you to be more favourable. Yes, these are the qualities of a sensitive person. Many say that a sensivity person is a charming person, while others say that it is nothing more than a blessing. Somehow, I think otherwise.
Thinking way too much could lead to a confused and messed up mind. Everytime someone points their finger at you or utter foul languages at you, you'll be deeply wounded and greatly weakened. Lashed with merciless insults, one will be greatly wounded instantly. If you're luck holds, it will be healed by the next day; but that rarely happens. Everytime your friend refuses to reply your messages or talks to another while your in the middle of your conversation, it will leave you thinking. Thinking, is what you will do the whole day. Thinking about what went wrong, what was he or she trying to imply, what was his intentions, why are you being treated like this? This usually causes unintentional conflicts and arguments between friends which you will greatly regret later. This will strain even the strongest friendship and crumble the fragile minds.
I see no blessing for being sensitive, but only a curse. Clinging on to a weakening courage, it will be hard to move on, but somehow you must ...
Personality is what seperates us humans from each other. Cool, hot, funky, clever, sensitive or even stupidity is what difines what you are. Each with its own pros and cons, we can be an obvious friend to one while a fearful foe to another.
Thinking before you speak, will allow you to never start a misunderstanding. Thinking further and more than the others allows you to outsmart another. Feeling the extra joy and pleasure when you are happy. Thinking of other's thoughts while preparing for your next move will allow you to be more favourable. Yes, these are the qualities of a sensitive person. Many say that a sensivity person is a charming person, while others say that it is nothing more than a blessing. Somehow, I think otherwise.
Thinking way too much could lead to a confused and messed up mind. Everytime someone points their finger at you or utter foul languages at you, you'll be deeply wounded and greatly weakened. Lashed with merciless insults, one will be greatly wounded instantly. If you're luck holds, it will be healed by the next day; but that rarely happens. Everytime your friend refuses to reply your messages or talks to another while your in the middle of your conversation, it will leave you thinking. Thinking, is what you will do the whole day. Thinking about what went wrong, what was he or she trying to imply, what was his intentions, why are you being treated like this? This usually causes unintentional conflicts and arguments between friends which you will greatly regret later. This will strain even the strongest friendship and crumble the fragile minds.
I see no blessing for being sensitive, but only a curse. Clinging on to a weakening courage, it will be hard to move on, but somehow you must ...
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Chapter 2.1 : Shadowed reality ...
A realm, this realm is a place where I have to stay for a while. The beings are very different from each other. Some stood out from the crowd, appealing, courageous, boastful, smart or even for their stupidity. Others were quiet, shy, shadowed or just being ignored. Bonds and ties quickly formed given time to socialise.
All seem happy and jolly ... or is this just another illusion ?
The Council are wise and cunning. Spilling their knowledge is what they do best. Expecting and forcing us to do as they bid is their upperhand. We have no right, we have no say. Some are tricky and sly, while others are mindful and giving. What is yet to come from them is unpredictable, only to carelessly or carefully embrace them. Beware of their hidden intentions ...
We may breathe the same air, wear the same uniforms and speak a common language, but not all of us have the same thoughts ... not all ...
Fingers, gazes and foul languages are lashed mercilessly into the very hearts of the guilty ... and the innocent. Hatred is instilled into everyone's hearts, be it for the same or the other. Vengence and revenge is on the minds of the angered. While others pretend that all seem well and gay. Cross fires can be seen and felt by both eye and skin. A wrong move could cause your fall to be a fatal one. Volleys of piercing arrows flew from both ends. Red and dark are the skies. The Earth trembles. The air is poisoned by the blood of the fallen and screams filled the air.
How do one survive this ordeal? How do one stay strong and calm in such a situation? How do one keep fighting in such a place? Where am I? Why am I here? How did I get here? What have I done? Someone help me .... please ....
All seem happy and jolly ... or is this just another illusion ?
The Council are wise and cunning. Spilling their knowledge is what they do best. Expecting and forcing us to do as they bid is their upperhand. We have no right, we have no say. Some are tricky and sly, while others are mindful and giving. What is yet to come from them is unpredictable, only to carelessly or carefully embrace them. Beware of their hidden intentions ...
We may breathe the same air, wear the same uniforms and speak a common language, but not all of us have the same thoughts ... not all ...
Fingers, gazes and foul languages are lashed mercilessly into the very hearts of the guilty ... and the innocent. Hatred is instilled into everyone's hearts, be it for the same or the other. Vengence and revenge is on the minds of the angered. While others pretend that all seem well and gay. Cross fires can be seen and felt by both eye and skin. A wrong move could cause your fall to be a fatal one. Volleys of piercing arrows flew from both ends. Red and dark are the skies. The Earth trembles. The air is poisoned by the blood of the fallen and screams filled the air.
How do one survive this ordeal? How do one stay strong and calm in such a situation? How do one keep fighting in such a place? Where am I? Why am I here? How did I get here? What have I done? Someone help me .... please ....
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Chapter 6.4 : Clear skies ...
The Sun and Clouds brightens the day,
while the Moon and Star lit the way.
Dark have been my dreams of late,
how I wish it can be unmade.
Classes and lectures are long and dry,
somehow I wish that I could fly.
In the cold that I must sit,
but somehow my body and soul was not fit.
Hope faded and Darkness reigned,
twisting and bending my life they concluded.
The will to hang on came to a halt,
somehow I know that it was my fault.
Gathered by faith or destiny,
we veiled our pride and dignity.
Though we come from different end,
a message or two that we will send.
We had each others back covered,
no chance nor hope to be disembowelled
We shared joy and laughter,
we suffered and encouraged one another.
Soon Light pierced through the Shadow,
showering me with warmth and mellow.
Sorry for the troubles and case,
and thank you for your grace.
while the Moon and Star lit the way.
Dark have been my dreams of late,
how I wish it can be unmade.
Classes and lectures are long and dry,
somehow I wish that I could fly.
In the cold that I must sit,
but somehow my body and soul was not fit.
Hope faded and Darkness reigned,
twisting and bending my life they concluded.
The will to hang on came to a halt,
somehow I know that it was my fault.
Gathered by faith or destiny,
we veiled our pride and dignity.
Though we come from different end,
a message or two that we will send.
We had each others back covered,
no chance nor hope to be disembowelled
We shared joy and laughter,
we suffered and encouraged one another.
Soon Light pierced through the Shadow,
showering me with warmth and mellow.
Sorry for the troubles and case,
and thank you for your grace.
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