Tears of old,
cloud my soul.
Life and death,
blind my path.
Visions of late,
tied my fate.
Misuse of trust,
crumbles my lust.
Wounds are fresh,
tears my gash.
Weights that burden,
greater my pollution.
The weakening light,
darkens my sight.
The overflowing hollow,
amplified my sorrow.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Chapter 5.3 : What is the point?
Friend, a person whom you know well and whom you like a lot, but who is usually not a member of your family. Everybody needs a friend. Everybody wants a friend. Everybody sees a friend. But not everybody have a friend.
Having a friend is like having someone to share your thoughts and feelings to. Someone to rely on in times of doubt. Someone to trust your deepest darkest secrets. Someone to gossip and pin-point with. Someone to share your happiest and saddest moments of your everyday. Someone to count on when you are cornered. Someone to understand why you are what you are doing. Someone to respect who you are. Someone to be there for you, no matter what.
Friends are sent to Earth by the almighty forces from the skies. But what are their true purposes for being sent here. You meet. You bond. You leave. What sense does that make? It seems all sweet and happy at first, then you get used to each other and starts to drift apart. Eventually when time stetches the already fragile bond, you leave. That leaves you broken and shattered and eventually lost ...
What is the point of befriending another when you know that in the end, you are alone. What is the point of opening yourself to another when you know that in the end, they will leave. What is the point of accepting another when you know that in the end, you will be hurt and lost. What is the point when in the end, it is all for himself ...
Having a friend is like having someone to share your thoughts and feelings to. Someone to rely on in times of doubt. Someone to trust your deepest darkest secrets. Someone to gossip and pin-point with. Someone to share your happiest and saddest moments of your everyday. Someone to count on when you are cornered. Someone to understand why you are what you are doing. Someone to respect who you are. Someone to be there for you, no matter what.
Friends are sent to Earth by the almighty forces from the skies. But what are their true purposes for being sent here. You meet. You bond. You leave. What sense does that make? It seems all sweet and happy at first, then you get used to each other and starts to drift apart. Eventually when time stetches the already fragile bond, you leave. That leaves you broken and shattered and eventually lost ...
What is the point of befriending another when you know that in the end, you are alone. What is the point of opening yourself to another when you know that in the end, they will leave. What is the point of accepting another when you know that in the end, you will be hurt and lost. What is the point when in the end, it is all for himself ...
Monday, November 06, 2006
Chapter 5.2 : Should I reveal ...
Smiles and cheerful it seems to be,
talking and asking about the key.
Divided by destiny we were left stranded,
somehow we bonded with nothing added.
Experiencing the unknown ahead,
it has always been just a bait.
Time passes and colours seem to reveal,
some brought joy while others seal.
Asking questions of my doubt,
silent and calm you always sound.
Daggers of great precision flew,
somehow I already knew.
Should I reveal not the enemy?
talking and asking about the key.
Divided by destiny we were left stranded,
somehow we bonded with nothing added.
Experiencing the unknown ahead,
it has always been just a bait.
Time passes and colours seem to reveal,
some brought joy while others seal.
Asking questions of my doubt,
silent and calm you always sound.
Daggers of great precision flew,
somehow I already knew.
Should I reveal not the enemy?
Chapter 6.10 : Sapped ...
A union of people brought together for a common goal,
they look and speak in different speech and tone.
Some were brave, proud, cocky and bold,
others were quiet, silent and cold.
A bond was formed from an unlikely force,
smiles, looks, resource or even flaws.
Nuturing the grip which holds them tight,
not for long it seems out of sight.
Divided by destiny one could not help,
what pain and sorrow could not be felt.
Hanging on to what is left,
somehow all of them have sapped.
they look and speak in different speech and tone.
Some were brave, proud, cocky and bold,
others were quiet, silent and cold.
A bond was formed from an unlikely force,
smiles, looks, resource or even flaws.
Nuturing the grip which holds them tight,
not for long it seems out of sight.
Divided by destiny one could not help,
what pain and sorrow could not be felt.
Hanging on to what is left,
somehow all of them have sapped.
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