Well, it has been a really difficult period for me both emotionally & physically.
That's why i didn't write much.
Thanks for the anonymous messages saying you been following my blog and i'm sorry for letting you down.
So, this is an entry...
JUST FOR YOU!
Intro~
I've wrote this poem few months back while... Well... I'm in a really bad situation... Both physically and MENTALLY -.-"
Especially mentally, but i didn't post it out as i think this is a bit personal, and you know,
GOOD poets write things for themselves that's why rarely we see their works until they died and we have to dig their "grave" to uncover their works.
Knowing they will uncover my "grave" for my works after i died(haha! Im too perasan ^^) It is better for me to post it now while I'm alive.
Here goes...
Outcast
Soul is crying for comfort,
Heart is praying for a hug,
Ear is shouting out the word "lies"!
To the message that sends from the gloomy sky.
He now feels like he's in a game of roulette,
as well as constantly sensing a tug.
Where feeling of Helplessness and sudden halt never dies,
Slashes and strangle him till his emotions cry.
He says...
"How can this be true?
Am i this hated?
What should i do?
To make this reality gone faded."
Knowing there will be no miracle pill,
That can cure this emotional sickness,
Where loneliness and sadness will soon evolve into madness,
and devour all until him alone that is alive still.
He starts to be what he naturally is,
naive and blur that bring all these.
Straightforward and truthful in everything he said,
Never be a faker and always be glad.
As long as he believes what is right,
And set his target in his sight,
No Winds of fate would bring him down,
Or even dagger of rumors from town to town,
Could destroy his faith and confident,
That'll push him to be a figure that spelt eminent.
That's all
TILL THEN
HAVE A NICE DAY ^^
Knowing they will uncover my "grave" for my works after i died(haha! Im too perasan ^^) It is better for me to post it now while I'm alive.
Here goes...
Outcast
Soul is crying for comfort,
Heart is praying for a hug,
Ear is shouting out the word "lies"!
To the message that sends from the gloomy sky.
He now feels like he's in a game of roulette,
as well as constantly sensing a tug.
Where feeling of Helplessness and sudden halt never dies,
Slashes and strangle him till his emotions cry.
He says...
"How can this be true?
Am i this hated?
What should i do?
To make this reality gone faded."
Knowing there will be no miracle pill,
That can cure this emotional sickness,
Where loneliness and sadness will soon evolve into madness,
and devour all until him alone that is alive still.
He starts to be what he naturally is,
naive and blur that bring all these.
Straightforward and truthful in everything he said,
Never be a faker and always be glad.
As long as he believes what is right,
And set his target in his sight,
No Winds of fate would bring him down,
Or even dagger of rumors from town to town,
Could destroy his faith and confident,
That'll push him to be a figure that spelt eminent.
That's all
TILL THEN
HAVE A NICE DAY ^^
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