Human

False wisdom
would only seal the window of freedom.
Forgotten memories shall arise from graves,
scintillating the lonely darkness in caves.

We are a people whom integrated all light,
amalgamated all sight;
thus we are to be imbued with the fragrance of pink,
or dangers of the pillared cliff's brink,
and we are all bound to sink,
into deception's rink.

Incinerate in the blazes of cunning hope,
only ending with yourself to mope.
Such intricacy,
only comprehended by minority.

We are replicas of one another,
but to each other we smother,
in hopes of being the guilty winners,
at last, we are all sinners.

Such equality,
misunderstood by majority.

Shivering Shadows II

As I wandered through the brazen wallow of sands,
dancing my gaze around the beauty
of languishing reprimands;
I simply await the rendezvous
with a stupefying friend,
while the blood-dusted skies
has embodied the end.

Insanity shall only composite insanity,
reduce the forfeited world to gravity;
Sin shall only comprehend sin,
ride alone in the deceitful win;
Innocence shall only compromise innocence,
indulge oneself in the floods of reverence;
This is merely the essence of life,
edging on the tip of a knife.

And only the ravishing marooned souls hath endorsed
the calamity which smothered the beasts' roar so hoarse;
I hast grasped the concept since the age of remorse.

My shivering shadows shall never yield
to the nemesis' corpse mountain field.
They shall resume their shivering so jejune,
until time ends in tune.

22/05/2012

In the midst of examination hell now. Damn. Soon enough this blog will be comprised of only poems. But I prefer using poetry to write out my thoughts, so yeah.

I might be very busy during the holidays, well, which is a good thing. At least I won't be sticking to my damn computer the whole time, eventually gluing my fingers onto the keyboard. Even Minecraft will get boring after two weeks of continuous playing.

SPM's coming in like, six months. Great. And I haven't decided on my ambition yet. D:

Three more days left, but I kinda lost my studying mood. Now that's brilliant. Very brilliant.

False Serenade

Lies forbid me, cascading your serene thought,
it shall orbit my feeble mind, when deception fought.

Twice the sin was conceded without turning raw,
antagonistic flaw.
Glaciers of hubris which you yielded to, I shall thaw,
shan't obey law.

Irises of the light, whom false guidance conquered,
never fixate its shine onto the road I maneuvered.
Conned by beasts, battalions, brothers and bliss,
it is essentially you whom I could only miss.

If ever that you could never be so morose,
I would always in life, compose such a prose.
Poetry and literacy are my two tools to murder,
express, regress, only progress a little further.

People shan't in life, read this deceitful title,
no, it will forever never emit its sparkle.

All I want to do is trade this life for something new.

Examinations are freaking exhausting. Like, seriously. I barely sleep for 4 hours these nights. Amazing.

And they said that a lack of sleep could kill. Damn.

There are stuffs which bug me. For example, the Civic project which I have no intention on becoming the group leader. I retired my post, but am still afraid that nobody else would be responsible and all the blame struck into my heart (again). Well, it ain't my fault as some of my group members (whom I honestly do not know) deliberately appointed me as leader just so that they could slack their lazy asses off.

I've been taking the leadership role for like, ten projects, not including trivial events such as outings and gatherings, for three years. Which meant that I kinda lead almost every single project that I had to complete since form two. I know that number ain't a lot, but for someone who isn't used to the petrifying amount of stress which accompanied the role of a leader, I need a rest.

So don't push me around like I'm some wasted piece of shit.

I'm exasperated by the fact that I was blamed for not being responsible, when I didn't took up the offer in the first place. Damn. Why does it always have to be me?


Well, I'm fragile, unable to defend when I'm cornered by humanoid leeches. If I were to stand up and lambaste those bastards (I repeat, I don't know who are the people whom did that) to oblivion, or do anything other than sitting there and getting dragged around, I wouldn't end up like this.

Hell, if I did that, I wouldn't be anyone's punching bag.

But if I did that, then I would probably lose out in making new friends.

Yes, I comprehend the fact that I couldn't defend myself, but please, never use that to your advantage, or you'll rot in hell for your sins.

Whoever you are.

And to those unknown people whom appointed me as leader, be glad that I didn't have mood swings that day, or you'll experience excruciating agony.

I repeat, I do not know who the hell are you people who pushed me around like that, appointing me as leader without my permission; not that I want to know anyway.

"I know what it takes to move on. I know how it feels to lie. All I want to do is trade this life for something new, holding on to what I haven't got." - Waiting For the End, Linkin Park

Disregard

Radiant skies bloomed in the blood of treason,
shivering lies marooned the floods of reason.
People despised me shall all faults are within,
ripples defamed me shall no acts are to win.

I shall never take the blame for the rotten people,
whom rejected me as someone slightly respectable,
whom annihilated my pride, fame and spectacle,
whom disregarded me as a person, heart too feeble.

While they could always try,
they could never achieve their aims,
as I would be smothering their cries,
gradually, until they were maimed.
Such ignorant, selfish bastards with the minds of a child,
at least a child would be of a requirement for society
in the so distant future.
Nothing and no clouds shall push me around so wild,
undermine my efforts which I interpreted with variety,
all while I remain demure.

I admit that my strength relied on the courage of others,
some beloved brothers,
whom deserted me when I was through the times,
where the misery rhymes.

But my stamina is limited, just as everyone else,
and I require a time where I could do nothing else.
Such ecstatic moment.
But the sordid fools shall have me as their servant,
and do nothing else but everything which mattered,
to their nonexistent glass which they claimed shattered.
Such remarkable talent,
all wasted on the minds of people so malevolent.

What We Seek

Our minds, forbidding the lust of greed,
never signaled at the sight of rusting bleed.
We only inquire about equality,
as that the blazes burn without sanity,
only arcing towards the sorrowful morality.
Such disgrace shall be halted,
before our time is wasted.

What we seek, was only a fair chance,
let the people decide their preferred dance,
and you placed us in a state of trance!
You mesmerized the value of freedom,
and robbed it of its wisdom.
What we seek, was to ignite our potential
which we invested as it is ever essential.
Yet you abused your gifts to oblivion,
and claimed that your world is reaching destruction,
without prevention.
Your lies fool us people no longer,
for our unity lies whenever you tried to smother.

What we seek, was to spin our revolvers,
annihilate greed and pride to hell, so forever.
What you seek, however, was to sin,
sin more than your deception within,
sin more than sinners by a margin.
Your pupils were imprinted with the hopes of gain,
the hopes of our trust regained,
but as your corrupted minds were retained,
your expectations were showed by false rain,
and you expect harmony to ride that train!

What we seek, is what you wanted us to reek,
to allow the people to sacrifice,
never too little, never a price,
and bring hope to our home, not once but twice.
But under the decomposing arms of yours,
whatever we trusted, stained by gore.
You hypocrites nodded heads until it broke,
whenever you spy on the earnings you revoked.
Yet, your head shook as if the music was abysmal,
whenever our support was of null, too dismal.
Who is to blame if what we seek,
such simple wishes,
was shot back to us with a gun so sleek?

What we seek, was to oppress
the bloodshed and the source of depress.
What we seek, was to kidnap
those who fooled us of our sweat in a snap.
What we seek, was to eradicate
the homes of those who provided false rebates.
What we seek, was never a dream,
because of the chained clothes you seamed.