For some reason, I get chills every time I listen to this song.
Linkin Park - With You
I woke up in a dream today,
To the cold of the static, and put my cold feet on the floor.
Forgot all about yesterday,
Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore.
A little taste of hypocrisy,
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake, slow to react.
Even though you're so close to me,
You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back.
It's true, the way I feel, was promised by your face.
The sound of your voice, painted on my memories.
Even if you're not with me,
I'm with you.
You, now I see, keeping everything inside.
With you,
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes.
I hit you and you hit me back,
We fall to the floor, the rest of the day stands still.
Fine line between this and that,
When things go wrong I pretend that the past isn't real.
Now I'm trapped in this memory,
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake, slow to react.
Even though you're close to me,
You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back.
It's true, the way I feel, was promised by your face.
The sound of your voice, painted on my memories.
Even if you're not with me,
I'm with you.
You, now I see, keeping everything inside.
With you,
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes.
With you,
You, now I see, keeping everything inside.
With you,
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes.
No, no matter how far we've come,
I can't wait to see tomorrow.
No matter how far we've come, I,
I can't wait to see tomorrow.
With you,
You, now I see, keeping everything inside.
With you,
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes.
With you,
You, now I see, keeping everything inside.
With you,
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Binding Darkness
Crave for my soul as a bleeding supper,
stare into my eyes for your hearts will mutter,
"Soul is weak, obsolete, yielding to flutter;
it is only my duty to breathe in and suffer."
Such poetry will never not bathe you in sin,
how can you exclude me from your malignant win?
Sinner's paradise welcome you with wide open arms,
after you trampled the seeds of sorrow
in my blazing farms.
Bind me and my rights to your brazen fissured face,
serenity will find you once you surrendered that mace.
Why am I bound by an animal of slower pace?
Simply because I could not withstand
humiliation and disgrace.
Dead angels reigned your spirit without facing intensity;
and you yielded to its grasp so hastily, so willingly.
Now you may take pride by binding me in darkness,
but darkness takes no sides, just ecstasy in shallowness;
and the depth of your heart will not last much longer,
it is only human to commit sin and ponder,
"Will I be executed by a wallowing smother?"
My malevolent shell emits its light no more,
for the presence of your aura could cause it to sore.
And wisdom will only seek the purest of pure,
and the one would never be you for sure.
stare into my eyes for your hearts will mutter,
"Soul is weak, obsolete, yielding to flutter;
it is only my duty to breathe in and suffer."
Such poetry will never not bathe you in sin,
how can you exclude me from your malignant win?
Sinner's paradise welcome you with wide open arms,
after you trampled the seeds of sorrow
in my blazing farms.
Bind me and my rights to your brazen fissured face,
serenity will find you once you surrendered that mace.
Why am I bound by an animal of slower pace?
Simply because I could not withstand
humiliation and disgrace.
Dead angels reigned your spirit without facing intensity;
and you yielded to its grasp so hastily, so willingly.
Now you may take pride by binding me in darkness,
but darkness takes no sides, just ecstasy in shallowness;
and the depth of your heart will not last much longer,
it is only human to commit sin and ponder,
"Will I be executed by a wallowing smother?"
My malevolent shell emits its light no more,
for the presence of your aura could cause it to sore.
And wisdom will only seek the purest of pure,
and the one would never be you for sure.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Sleep
(Written for a school essay assignment. Decided to troll my teacher and made it a poem instead.)
Meet the prudence of the circular clock, ticking away the hazard of my mental block. I rested myself on the sleeper's throne, executing nothing in the poor man's place alone.
The clock struck twelve midnight, as the thunders of the clock's bells lacerated my eardrums. Into the dreamer's twilight, my world was flooded with the mockingbird's hums.
I ventured forward into the chilling brazen storm, as I allowed patience to ensure my dreams were reformed. The depths of the hurricane spelled out impeding doom, but I barely faltered upon witnessing the dark blossom's bloom.
Such a malevolent dark blossom surrounded by rain, resisting me from gazing into the dreamer's brain. I dilated my pupils for reconnaissance of the place, and I fixated my eyesight onto a woman of grace.
My name and my pride is Shadow von Vegas, and my soul resonated with the woman in canvas. Shivering in the dark, her hair soon scintillated; riding along the wind, a world it reinvented.
The woman was my late mother, whom surrendered violently. She was murdered in the dreaded hands of insanity. She visited my dreams one time too many, and always reminded me of my life so merrily.
I marched through the storm with intent to meet, but she merely stood without the will to greet. Like a statue, she stared at the distant oblivion; her face missing the presence of a past destruction.
I slid my arms through the barriers of air, dreaming to make contact with her dark woven hair. But her humanoid shell disintegrated into dust, and what was left was the steel pavement's rust.
A tunnel of light has shone a path. Venturing in the deep unknown of laughs.
Frivolous thoughts has conquered my mind, as I was ensnared in a silver chain's bind. I struggled with fear as my mouth was smothered, while witnessing the dancing shadows of my mother.
As the evanescence of shadows was well too perceived, I realized the pain that infested was received. A force that I was oblivious of pummeled my face, as crimson blood droplets aimed to finish the race.
As freedom was obtained and a path was gained, I sprinted across the land that the rain has stained. Deleterious terrains annihilated my will, as the area was a dimension of glaciers to kill.
My legs were entangled by a myriad of fingers, as I shrieked with the shattering spirit of singers. Yet she knew that she didn't have a chance, as I delivered a blow which sent her into trance.
As her fingers gave in to my kick of brutality, I eschewed the hurricane of arrows so easily. Frostbite threatened to rid me of my soul, as I accelerated in pace into the land of holes.
My sleep didn't reach its demise as expected, as I began to ponder the issues I neglected. My mind was a labyrinth as I witnessed a scene, the murder of my mother Bella de Grene.
Like a mad bull, the culprit charged forward. As fast as lightning, the knife swiped towards. From a sane perspective, the slasher was psychotic; in words of malice, he was barely a lunatic.
As she kissed the pavement wearing a blanket of blood, my mind was like beasts escaping from flood. The nemesis fixated his sight onto my praying, "nothing is impossible" was just a mere saying.
She could never have survived the slash on her head, as my scar was found from my neck a thread. Sirens whistled through town too soft too loud, as I could only observe the darkness a shroud.
But my time was ticking and all hope was null; I was never awake, not a movement of my skull. As the teardrops of my loved evaporated so quickly, I could only sense my heartbeat dying so slowly.
As the scent of medicine infiltrated my senses, I could only write every sentence in past tenses. A coma I had endured forever until then, and this deep sleep shall end, until when?
I shall never rise from this coffin so deep; the only thing I know, is eternal sleep.
Meet the prudence of the circular clock, ticking away the hazard of my mental block. I rested myself on the sleeper's throne, executing nothing in the poor man's place alone.
The clock struck twelve midnight, as the thunders of the clock's bells lacerated my eardrums. Into the dreamer's twilight, my world was flooded with the mockingbird's hums.
I ventured forward into the chilling brazen storm, as I allowed patience to ensure my dreams were reformed. The depths of the hurricane spelled out impeding doom, but I barely faltered upon witnessing the dark blossom's bloom.
Such a malevolent dark blossom surrounded by rain, resisting me from gazing into the dreamer's brain. I dilated my pupils for reconnaissance of the place, and I fixated my eyesight onto a woman of grace.
My name and my pride is Shadow von Vegas, and my soul resonated with the woman in canvas. Shivering in the dark, her hair soon scintillated; riding along the wind, a world it reinvented.
The woman was my late mother, whom surrendered violently. She was murdered in the dreaded hands of insanity. She visited my dreams one time too many, and always reminded me of my life so merrily.
I marched through the storm with intent to meet, but she merely stood without the will to greet. Like a statue, she stared at the distant oblivion; her face missing the presence of a past destruction.
I slid my arms through the barriers of air, dreaming to make contact with her dark woven hair. But her humanoid shell disintegrated into dust, and what was left was the steel pavement's rust.
A tunnel of light has shone a path. Venturing in the deep unknown of laughs.
Frivolous thoughts has conquered my mind, as I was ensnared in a silver chain's bind. I struggled with fear as my mouth was smothered, while witnessing the dancing shadows of my mother.
As the evanescence of shadows was well too perceived, I realized the pain that infested was received. A force that I was oblivious of pummeled my face, as crimson blood droplets aimed to finish the race.
As freedom was obtained and a path was gained, I sprinted across the land that the rain has stained. Deleterious terrains annihilated my will, as the area was a dimension of glaciers to kill.
My legs were entangled by a myriad of fingers, as I shrieked with the shattering spirit of singers. Yet she knew that she didn't have a chance, as I delivered a blow which sent her into trance.
As her fingers gave in to my kick of brutality, I eschewed the hurricane of arrows so easily. Frostbite threatened to rid me of my soul, as I accelerated in pace into the land of holes.
My sleep didn't reach its demise as expected, as I began to ponder the issues I neglected. My mind was a labyrinth as I witnessed a scene, the murder of my mother Bella de Grene.
Like a mad bull, the culprit charged forward. As fast as lightning, the knife swiped towards. From a sane perspective, the slasher was psychotic; in words of malice, he was barely a lunatic.
As she kissed the pavement wearing a blanket of blood, my mind was like beasts escaping from flood. The nemesis fixated his sight onto my praying, "nothing is impossible" was just a mere saying.
She could never have survived the slash on her head, as my scar was found from my neck a thread. Sirens whistled through town too soft too loud, as I could only observe the darkness a shroud.
But my time was ticking and all hope was null; I was never awake, not a movement of my skull. As the teardrops of my loved evaporated so quickly, I could only sense my heartbeat dying so slowly.
As the scent of medicine infiltrated my senses, I could only write every sentence in past tenses. A coma I had endured forever until then, and this deep sleep shall end, until when?
I shall never rise from this coffin so deep; the only thing I know, is eternal sleep.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
26/06/2012
Mood swings. I hate them.
Yeah. Many people have uncontrollable, haphazard mood swings. Some of my friends have them, my mother has them, my beloved chemistry teacher has them as well. People close to me will know that my mood too, swings like, every once in a while.
The frequency of my mood swings kinda reduced since the last few months, but it ain't recovering anytime soon. When people ask, I'll just tell them that it's a heritage thing, which is 20% true actually. When my closer friends ask, only then I'll tell them the real reason. But to be honest, I ain't completely sure of the actual reason myself.
Last year, too many things happened at once, and my feeble mind couldn't take it. That's probably the reason I guess. What happened, you ask? I'll keep that personal I guess, but do kindly read some post which I posted on November 2011 and March 2012 and you'll probably get what I'm talking about.
The issues were solved long ago, but the effects are tremendous.
Oh, and if anyone if you understand my poems (which I doubt more than three people do), then you'll understand me a lot better. I can't express my thoughts in paragraphs as well as in poetry, I don't know why.
And 95% of my poems are "emo" poems, so yeah.
Less than five months till SPM, and six months before 2012 ends. Yes, I'll definitely miss high school life for all its ups and downs. Well, not really for the downs I guess.
Oh, and if you see me not acting like myself, suddenly not being happy-go-lucky or laughing at lame jokes, then stop trying to joke with me. It won't work, and it may aggravate my mood swings to higher levels. Just leave me be, and I'll be back to normal in a few minutes.
Or a few hours.
Or a few days.
Yeah. Many people have uncontrollable, haphazard mood swings. Some of my friends have them, my mother has them, my beloved chemistry teacher has them as well. People close to me will know that my mood too, swings like, every once in a while.
The frequency of my mood swings kinda reduced since the last few months, but it ain't recovering anytime soon. When people ask, I'll just tell them that it's a heritage thing, which is 20% true actually. When my closer friends ask, only then I'll tell them the real reason. But to be honest, I ain't completely sure of the actual reason myself.
Last year, too many things happened at once, and my feeble mind couldn't take it. That's probably the reason I guess. What happened, you ask? I'll keep that personal I guess, but do kindly read some post which I posted on November 2011 and March 2012 and you'll probably get what I'm talking about.
The issues were solved long ago, but the effects are tremendous.
Oh, and if anyone if you understand my poems (which I doubt more than three people do), then you'll understand me a lot better. I can't express my thoughts in paragraphs as well as in poetry, I don't know why.
And 95% of my poems are "emo" poems, so yeah.
Less than five months till SPM, and six months before 2012 ends. Yes, I'll definitely miss high school life for all its ups and downs. Well, not really for the downs I guess.
Oh, and if you see me not acting like myself, suddenly not being happy-go-lucky or laughing at lame jokes, then stop trying to joke with me. It won't work, and it may aggravate my mood swings to higher levels. Just leave me be, and I'll be back to normal in a few minutes.
Or a few hours.
Or a few days.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Melt
Darkened blemishes blemishing my seed,
and that instant, without need,
I was to be assumed to contain greed.
Scintillating raindrops drizzle on rusted shingles,
but a stare into my dusted wrinkles,
and thus it shall mingle.
Undervalue my pride for a misery I could not hide,
even the calmest of seas has the wildest of tides.
Is the melt of my face that which you succumb to fear,
or a sliver of a shiver that my presence is near?
Even the wealthiest of man has a risk to take,
even the guiltiest of man deserves to be judged awake.
The simplest of words are always the sharpest of knives,
the tamest of bees resides in the busiest of hives.
Swallowing my pride will never be a punctuation,
at the end of a full sentence's revolution.
I may be sheltered by a shell of malevolence,
but inside my heart lies a soul of benevolence.
Thou shan't judge a book by a glimpse of its cover,
thou shan't judge a person by the scent of his flower.
and that instant, without need,
I was to be assumed to contain greed.
Scintillating raindrops drizzle on rusted shingles,
but a stare into my dusted wrinkles,
and thus it shall mingle.
Undervalue my pride for a misery I could not hide,
even the calmest of seas has the wildest of tides.
Is the melt of my face that which you succumb to fear,
or a sliver of a shiver that my presence is near?
Even the wealthiest of man has a risk to take,
even the guiltiest of man deserves to be judged awake.
The simplest of words are always the sharpest of knives,
the tamest of bees resides in the busiest of hives.
Swallowing my pride will never be a punctuation,
at the end of a full sentence's revolution.
I may be sheltered by a shell of malevolence,
but inside my heart lies a soul of benevolence.
Thou shan't judge a book by a glimpse of its cover,
thou shan't judge a person by the scent of his flower.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Red
Final high school sports day, and hell it was awesome.
Reached school at 7am and went straight to the assembly hall to check out the marchers. The first thing I noticed was yellow house's marchers' costumes, they were insanely varied, there were probably 3 different costumes for the marchers alone (other houses only had 1). And I saw a clown, which was their mascot.
And I instantly thought "shit, their mascot is totally awesome."
The costumes of other houses were splendid. Some highlights:
Green house had a dinosaur/crocodile thingy as their mascot. I literally went WTF.
Purple house had a crazy monkey as their mascot, coupled with a pseudo tail and (did I see wrongly?) pseudo fur. Well, Sun Wu Kong was their theme...
Then I went to the field to check out the houses decorations. All of them were genuinely awesome, but yellow house stood out the most. I mean, a popcorn stand, a lion cage, a huge clown head thingy and giant pillars! That was surreal.
Blue house used recycled plastic bottles as fishes, which I thought was very creative. And they used CDs as bubbles (?), or whatever they were. And they had giant pillars too!
Red house's deco is covered to protect it from rain I guess ):
The sports day event started soon after. All marching formations were supremely elegant, and for a second I was worried about red house's marching results. We won for 6 years straight, so the pressure was tremendous.
And we won. WTF. I instantly went hyper from then on.
Spent the day walking around the sports centre / food stalls with some friends. The frozen ice thingy, or whatever the dessert is, was totally awesome. It's been a while since I had sweet stuffs.
The prize-giving ceremony wasn't as bad as I thought, at least the sun calmed its flames for a while. And the sky was drizzling.
Yellow house won overall champion, which came as a shock to many people I guess. Red house won third overall, which was pretty impressive.
Our deco only won fourth place ): I heard that we didn't use enough recycled materials D: oh well.
I'm so gonna miss sports day. D:
Reached school at 7am and went straight to the assembly hall to check out the marchers. The first thing I noticed was yellow house's marchers' costumes, they were insanely varied, there were probably 3 different costumes for the marchers alone (other houses only had 1). And I saw a clown, which was their mascot.
And I instantly thought "shit, their mascot is totally awesome."
The costumes of other houses were splendid. Some highlights:
Green house had a dinosaur/crocodile thingy as their mascot. I literally went WTF.
Purple house had a crazy monkey as their mascot, coupled with a pseudo tail and (did I see wrongly?) pseudo fur. Well, Sun Wu Kong was their theme...
Then I went to the field to check out the houses decorations. All of them were genuinely awesome, but yellow house stood out the most. I mean, a popcorn stand, a lion cage, a huge clown head thingy and giant pillars! That was surreal.
Blue house used recycled plastic bottles as fishes, which I thought was very creative. And they used CDs as bubbles (?), or whatever they were. And they had giant pillars too!
Red house's deco is covered to protect it from rain I guess ):
The sports day event started soon after. All marching formations were supremely elegant, and for a second I was worried about red house's marching results. We won for 6 years straight, so the pressure was tremendous.
And we won. WTF. I instantly went hyper from then on.
Spent the day walking around the sports centre / food stalls with some friends. The frozen ice thingy, or whatever the dessert is, was totally awesome. It's been a while since I had sweet stuffs.
The prize-giving ceremony wasn't as bad as I thought, at least the sun calmed its flames for a while. And the sky was drizzling.
Yellow house won overall champion, which came as a shock to many people I guess. Red house won third overall, which was pretty impressive.
Our deco only won fourth place ): I heard that we didn't use enough recycled materials D: oh well.
I'm so gonna miss sports day. D:
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Shivering Shadows III
Insignificance,
was all that was supplied to such misery
of my life's dignity.
Province of burning glaciers,
land of disintegrating barriers,
were all too familiar.
Sleeping rabbits shall invade our hearts,
their fluffy white fur stained in parts.
They shall never lacerate my will,
never attempt to rob me of my frill.
Feeble skies,
they shall only wail the cries
of forbidden lies.
The times I tried to eradicate,
the times I had to reciprocate,
I've never comprehended true fate.
And my shadows, they sang a sulking song
to withstand the pain too great, too long.
was all that was supplied to such misery
of my life's dignity.
Province of burning glaciers,
land of disintegrating barriers,
were all too familiar.
Sleeping rabbits shall invade our hearts,
their fluffy white fur stained in parts.
They shall never lacerate my will,
never attempt to rob me of my frill.
Feeble skies,
they shall only wail the cries
of forbidden lies.
The times I tried to eradicate,
the times I had to reciprocate,
I've never comprehended true fate.
And my shadows, they sang a sulking song
to withstand the pain too great, too long.
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