Please don't be mistaken.

This is a blog where I spout lousy poetry and speak in Morse Codes. And I don't update this blog often. If you're not interested in my ramblings please, please I say, close it.

But everyone is welcome to it.


P/s: The thick thick wall of a writer's block has disintegrated.
So I'm back! Woohoo~


Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Reality


If this was a dream,

I might have cried;

But this isn't one,

so I'll have to smile.

Cause this is reality.



Harsh cruel reality.

I have to be strong.

I have to go on.


I'm invisible

You can't see me,

smell me,

feel me,

look at me,

You turn your head,

you see the air shimmer,

A sign I'm there.



I'm invisible,

you turn and stare into my eyes,

You think nothing is there,

but I'm always there.





Cause I'm invisible.





XD



Air








I can't breathe.




Cause there's no air.





Sunday, October 3, 2010

I wrote a song.


As you can see we are the best friends

There is nothing in between of us

We share secrets no one else knows


(Chorus)
Friendship forever

What does it really mean

To be together all the time

And don't understand?


(Chorus)
Friendship forever

How strong our bond will last?

It's just a mystery for us

I hope we're still friends.



We laugh, we play, we gossip and joke.

We cry, we weep, we share our stories.

And that's what friends are for.



(Chorus) x infinity




I've got the lyrics and the melody and half the chords for it.
But I'm damn lazy to write it down.
Ugh.


Here's something I found from the internet.




Friend -- Most of the people that Facebook calls "friends" I call Acquaintances.
Actual Friend -- Someone whom I've had a meal with, or has visited my home.
Real Friend -- Someone who would drive me to the airport at 6 am.
True Friend -- Someone who would get me out of jail.











In a quiet room.

Suddenly I hear a sharp piercing sound.

Then I hear glass shattering.

I hear the pieces smashing onto the hard cold floor.

I turn around and check.

Everything is in place.

Nothing is shattered.



Perhaps it was just my imagination.



Suddenly I feel a sharp pain coursing through my veins.

The unimaginable feeling.

as if my heart is being ripped apart.

as if a bullet has made its way straight through my heart.

I check.

There's no wound nor is there crimson blood.






This time I know,

it's not my imagination.




What I just experienced

was my heart being broken.











Suddenly inspired by something.



Friday, October 1, 2010

Freak Show


Laughter.

Shouts.

Jeering.

Teasing.

Crying.

I hear them all.



Sorrow.

Pity.

Disgust.

Glee.

Greed.

I feel them all.



I'm caged in.

I'm tied up.

I'm beaten.

I'm gagged.




Unable to move.

Unable to talk.

Unable to see.




Cause I'm a freak show.

Traveling with a circus.

That's what I do.









Cause I'm just a freak show.





P/s: Yup that's me in the photo.
That's chocolate you see on my lips not poison ^^