Reincarnation.

I've masked myself with a hostile personification
Because boredom kills and I do not want to die;
I showed off a display of the beauty of insanity
To an audience of hanged pedestrians;
All are paintings of apathetic personifications,
Hiding in their malignant shells,
Escaping from the mask of a tyrannical personification.

We live in a safe world;
Knowledge is to be found in a library;
This year, the library turned eighteen.
Death is greeted with cremation by ice
As we believe that everyone is amazing,
That people are defined by their personality.

Everyone refuses to accept the blinding clarity
Brought upon by the flames of a sordid winter.
We are encased in the frost of the best poem.
We are shielded behind the madness of a tree
And the falsified smile of sweeper.
Whenever there is poison in my food,
I rather live the life of a shampoo.

Every single day, we are binding darkness;
It is thus hard to believe that I'm just a teddy bear,
Torn, broken, anticipating the last night.
What is left unbroken is my solid crimson heart;
It remained true until I've encountered the battle.
It is during that battle that I've entered a state of trance;
It is during then that I've became a vicious tyrant.

I'm desperate for escape, so I'll transition through time
And consciously avoid the events leading to my suicide.
I'll ignore all lives but the lives in transition;
My inner demons will be the first that I'll kill;
Please rest assured that I'll kill them before they crawl.

To my past self, I'll write a short letter
Explaining to him the indecipherable in a short time.
A consequence is that my past will be stoned;
A consequence is that my past will transition into the longest song;
A consequence is that my past will undergo a journey through humanity;
A consequence is that my past will transition into his own reflection.

I will transition to a time where there was only my dark side and me.
All my dream journals will be about my guilt in haven.
I will rewrite, over and over again, the wanderer's poem.
I will request, over and over again, to love me for my shadows.

The time has come, for me to sing the last chorus;
To stop hiding me in me, to end my solo masquerade,
As the audience only consists of a chimera and me.
A time so uncertain, I would rather blackout;
A world without thrills, please tell me a story.
I'll appreciate anything you say, for I am a prisoner.
Any story told to me will always have a positive impact
In preventing me from suffering a death by irony.

I want a simple life, with just a broom to sweep;
Maybe I'll finally grow up and leave the transition.
When I tell people my story, it will be a different story;
A story where the first sentence illustrates many corners.
My story will be simple, just like a broom to sweep.
"I want to go back to a time when I worried about filters,
When I worried about myself being slightly restrained,
When all I wanted to be was a successful runaway,
Before I forget everything after my inevitable reincarnation."

Hostile Personification

Predominance condemned unique pieces, solved sheets on the bus' turd-filled fast holsters.
The factory origins wasted on robotic imitations irritating initiatives with iridescent irrationalities.
Damnation damning damned damn-giving shit-filled hatred in eyes, fucked eight-thousand of their own nostrils.
Hunger consumes us all.
Anger constrains us all.
Definitions are nonlinear.
Heart hardening harvests had heroes hated hedonism.
Kings of the empty mind.
Eight sources after losing two.
Losing two more to monsters.
All ten are sources of hostility. 

Face scarred in the one-sided war.

The sacrifice is the destruction of my clan.

Every single little puzzle muzzles rumbles.
Every single little piece turns to ashes.

All is due to me acting as a qualified masquerader.

I've masked everyone.

I've masked myself.

All shadows are sent to hell.
All heartbeats are drowned in a sea of flames.
All brainwaves are silenced.
I'm hostile to everyone.
I'm hostile to myself.

Boredom kills and I do not want to die.

"Tagged" by Rach. Doing this as an escape from engineering trauma. Also due to nostalgia. This tag was taken from 2008; questions are unaltered to preserve the innocent beauty of childhood.  

1.) Are you allowed to have a bf/gf?

I have a girlfriend now, so that explains stuffs.

2.) Describe yourself in one word.

Amazing. 

3) Who would you pick, someone who really loves you, or the one you love?

Someone who really loves me.

4) Have you ever loved someone BEFORE but never had the courage to tell him/her?

Definitely. I was never a brave person.

5) Does it feel good to love?

Yes. Love feels good. Good feelings are lovely.

6) God is giving u just 5 more minutes before going back to heaven, IF you love someone special what will you say to that person?

I don’t think I’ll say anything, I’ll probably just hold on to her until the five minutes are up. Words are insufficient in cases like these.

7) What will you say to someone who doesn't want to believe you?

It’s okay, it’s really okay, it’s no big deal, I’m not mad or anything. I am so happy.

8)Was there ever a time that you tried to learn to love someone?

I don’t think that actually learned how to love before, it just comes naturally.

9) What' your opinion about someone who's jealous?

As long as their jealousy stays within the deepest regions of their hearts, I’m fine with it.

10) What can you say about playboys/playgirls?

Enemies of the heart. 

[[ * PART 2 * ]]

1) Best place to cry?

My bedroom.

2) Who do you love the most?

God.

3) Tell us your dream last night?

Dreamed that I missed out on a super important engineering assignment and risk failing the subject. I woke up at 6.30am and I thought it was real and I couldn’t sleep for the next 20 minutes. Dreams are amazing.

4) Ever hated someone so bad?

Yes. My minds thought of different scenarios that would kill off their humanity, sanity, ego, pride, and everything that defines them as human.

5) The biggest & most hurtful lie you heard?

Life is easy.

The last person :
- You had a beer with?

Wing Sum, I think. I may or may not be drunk.

- Went to the movies with?

My girlfriend. Watched Lucy. She’s everywhere.

- Talked on the cell phone to?

Dad.

- You hugged?

Girlfriend.

- You yelled at?

Tekky Chyn for hitting me. Damn that bitch.

In the last week have you:

~Kissed someone?

Yeah. Girlfriend.

~Danced crazy?

Yeah. In hotel room while drunk.

~Think of the last time you were angry, why were you angry?

Because I was too stressed.

~If you could do anything OR wish anything, what would it be?

I wish that I could reverse time.

~If you could have an all expense paid trip, where will you go?

Outer space, to the far edges of the galaxy.

~Would you or have you ever blackmailed someone?

Blackmailing is selfish.

Are you old fashioned?

Nope. I’m the exact opposite.

What would be harder for you, to tell someone you love them or that you do not love them back?

Tell someone I love them.

What things would be the hardest thing for you to give up on?

God. I am a firm believer of Christ. Nothing will shake that belief.

5 Facts About Me:

-        I’m a male human. This is absolutely true, because it is a fact.

-        I’m a person that loves to state 5 facts about me.

-        I’m a person that somehow evolved from the gorilla.

-        I’m a person and I deserves the respect that a person should receive.

-        I’m a person.

5 things that scares me:

-        The dark side of society.

-        Failures.

-        Psychological horror.

-        Disappointment (to me or to others).

-        My darkest thoughts.

7 Songs Playing in My Head Lately

-        Hangover (Taio Cruz)

-        Disenchanted (My Chemical Romance)

-        Phantom Ensemble (Touhou)

-        To The End (My Chemical Romance)

-        Problem (Ariana Grande)

-        Breaking the Habit (Linkin Park)

-        Don’t You Worry Child (Swedish House Mafia)

7 Things I treasure in My Life

-        Love

-        Faith

-        Fortune

-        Luck

-        Abilities

-        Creativity

-        Personalities.

7 "First Time" in My Life

-         For the first time in this tag, the question is vague, so I’ll use up the first point to describe the fact that this question is vague. First time in my life? That could be the first time walking, first time talking, first time eating…

-        First time writing

-        First time reading

-        First time blogging

-        Okay, seriously, I’m quite bored with this. The first time that I’m bored during the writing of this post, all due to the vagueness of the question.

-        I really should start studying properly for the first time today.

-        I know the question asked me to list the 7 first times in my life, but there are just too many to count, so for the first time, I’ll not do what the question asked me to.

7 Words/Things I Always Use/Say

-        LOL

-        You suck

-        Hi

-        Shit on you

-        LEL

-        yayayayyayayy

-        I just realized that this tag stated 7 words/things that I always use/say, and that I’ve just written 6 things that I always say, so I’ll use this point to explain why didn’t I state the things that I always use. Bad meta.

7 persons to tag:
UGH. No more tagging.

Beauty of Insanity

Life is a fortunate way to play with serenades,

Lore of the days, sores caused by grenades

That was relayed into the haze of false parades,

Like masquerades that dazed your gaze.

The enlightening insanity of the witches will fade

Underneath the lies of a city, which I have said.

I'm not withering insanity, I'm calculating sanity!
All hail the day's demotivating Hades;
And then I've met insanity.

Walking a stark mistress' sinning grin's sanity,

The stalker's darkness sipping in green's clarity.

Go slower, like the tyrants who ruled with banality.

Go slower, like the great life I've had.

The stalker's darkness' beautifying me in me;

And all my makeup, tranquilizing sanity.

A great life I've had.

So beautiful!

A life I'll never withstand through all this insanity;

The music flows through the darkness of uncertainty.

So beautiful!

A life I've never had without all my insanity;

The music flows through the darkened blood,
And now I sin,
While all this land inside me, now they're split.
Cities; they're sorry about all of me,
They've lied to me about my beauty.

A world of beauty.

All hail insanity.

For when the darkness have melted into dust, uncertain metallic rust,

A tyrant's watching me!

A world of cruelty.

I hid my sanity.

For when my shadows have lead me through the world painted red,

The tyrant's stopping me!

The tyrant rules over such shallow villagers,

When all they do is be the gallows' pillagers.

Such beauty.

The world is filled with the beauty of insanity!

All my pains will be displayed with clarity.

These are the words of the shallow villagers,

"Such beauty."

Oh how beautiful it is to be scarred with their rarity!

A life filled with so much beauty,

Such gracious beauty.

The Hanged Pedestrian

Surreal realistic bluish green golden graves,

really simplistic lampposts creeping out of caves.

Today,

I made it a day to celebrate

the debate of my way.

I made it from clay,

brick by brick my way.

For I walk past the brazen haven which is mine,

and this blazing wave of humans, which is mine,

and this elating wait for everything that is mine.

In the midst of the most talented equestrians,

I saw a hanged pedestrian.

Their horses rose high like a shadow in the sky;

for the sky rose higher into the dark of the eye;

the eye of alienated mysteries, like arks of white dye,

and you ill-fated people will kindly ask why.

For their lips are stained red with the blood of mine;

their fingertips are broken, rained floods onto mine;

their sips of water everyday, all are mine,

as if all aren't mine.

In the midst of the greediest equestrians,

I hanged a pedestrian.

I slapped an ordinary citizen in the face three times;

He did not follow my reason: everything must rhyme.

He was an equestrian, but his significance was nigh,

Because I shot him in the eye, the tongue and thigh;

Now he can't see, taste or walk over lies. 

His dark horse is mine; his white horse is mine;

The course of his chorus will only be a line,

Written by me,

Who have penned out his life with an unstained feather

During a rainy weather.

"The horse is an equestrian, and the equestrian is a horse";

That was his chorus' course. 

In the midst of the furriest equestrians,

I hanged a horse. 

Hello hellish humans, how hedonistic have you been?

Hyperactive humans, how's his hive that you've seen?

Today,

I have became king of all slaves and all their slaves;

I did not support servitude,

But the slaves' attitudes were of large magnitudes.

They came to me;

I was a generous king,

I frivolously gifted them horses;

My generosity made me a pedestrian.

In the midst of the laziest equestrians,

I am a hanged pedestrian.

Apathetic Personification

The littlest droplets of frozen blood told me,
"Litter the crop-less woven land once with ice,
And another with lice; stay back and let it be,
And be taken aback by the grayest forms of nice."

A peaceful village was once the home to a large ice monastery,
Where blissful people pillage the bones of those with dawn's money.
Even past death, one could not transcend beyond a measly yawn's mastery;
The breaths of ice ascended past those that society has deemed funny.

A hand-painted land with sand that when seen, instantly turned into ice.
My band of saints and their tight reprimands are all to me, tiny mice.
When me and my mice crossed this barren land, I have became feline;
I flossed my teeth to rid it of mice; the leftovers soon became mine.

Malignant Shell II

Why?

Why am I so perfect inside my glaciers;

Inside all my pain and fateful divings

Into waters of far wasted, tilted lies,

When I do not worry?

I'll never worry anymore. 

For all of what is said to me,

We see that I hide in a malignant shell

Inside my pain and my pride under the rain.

I see inside

As I empty my only bottle of water.

I thirst to death.

I flood myself to death;

Now there isn't such need anymore. 

When eels invite me into my own race

In waters that fade to hell,

I see me inside me,

Pushing my limits as I see a shell;

Now I can't see anymore. 

And what do they even need to be this time?

We are their men and pride;

We peel the skin off their rashes,

Their pride and their heads,

And why do they still hide

Inside their malignant shells?

I've maligned alignments

Until we are one;

And we won't even need to say anymore. 

All the curses in me were shot into myself,

For I do not aspire death. 

My death is an implosion inside a shell,

Where none will know of my death. 

By then,

I believe that I don't need to die anymore. 

Every time I see,

I die, out of first-aid;

Never know what to save anymore. 

As we are making a promise;

I've came out of my shell, but not them.

They've chosen to be malignant;

And I've no choice

But to feed on their disgrace;

Just see me through my malignant shell,
And I'll never need to write anymore.