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Wednesday, December 12, 2012

I am a supporter and will always be.
I will not rise for myself, however rise for others.
I had supported you through mountain rocks.
And created paths for you to reach the tip.

However, unfortunately for me to believe in dreams.
And that you had thrown me when I am not needed.
Stepped and stabbed me without me realising.
Of eating mud and spoils.

Only until I realise how foolish I was.
Crawling and struggling, I screamed and cried.
Until one day, lights bathed upon me.
Holding me tight and never let go.

Thus, I finally smiled and laughed from within my heart.
Unto believing that these are the people to hold dear.
And that is I had wasted my love onto the wrong person.
As told by the elders a length years ago.

Mark my word, your reign has ended.
I shall make sure people around me rise even higher than you.
And a marvellous reign shall belong to those people.
Until then, I shall watch you crumble by yourself.

Only until then, I shall believe that you had lost everything.
And that is only when I can accept the real you.
However, your ego might have swallowed you whole by then.
And your hand may not able to reach mine.
Therefore, all I could do is to watch your selfishness swept you away.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Pizz pizza.
I'm wondering when will you come here.
Oh, pizz pizza.
I saw lots of your buddies eaten by others.

I'm wondering if it's not too late.
Is it okay if I asked you to be served with extra cheese.
Thinking how good you'll taste like.
I'd probably lost in heaven for awhile.

Oh, pizz pizza.
Why are you so late?
My stomach is growling and meowing.
When will you come to me?

Oh, dear pizz pizza.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

I am sorry that I am not like.
What you thought who I was.
I am who I am and so.
I prefer becoming myself.

If you dislike it.
Don't force me to.
Don't scold me.
I am not the one who started it.

There was one day.
A sudden unknown text came in.
Saying you were my friend's sibling.
I don't recognize such a person.

You texted me every day.
You texted me every night.
You asked me about me.
You asked me out.

But I don't even know you.
I tried ignoring you.
I don't want to get involved.
With a stranger I never met.

When I said I'm not allowed to leave my house.
You texted me a disappointed text.
You accused me of not what you thought I was.
You accused me of being arrogant.

But it was true.
It was true my dad never allowed me to.
He told me to stay home.
And never meet a stranger.

But you got angry.
You scolded me.
In reality.
I never wanted to know you.

Why was I scolded?
For what you did.
I merely saying what was truth.
But it was a relief that I did.

You stopped texting me.
You went off just like that.
Thinking that I would apologize.
Thinking that I would text you.

But no.
I never even want to text you.
Why should I do that?
I didn't even know you.

I am sorry that I am not like.
What you thought who I was.
I am who I am and so.
I prefer becoming myself.

If you dislike it.
Don't force me to.
Don't scold me.
I am not the one who started it.

I'm still mad.
That there was a person.
Stupid enough to want something.
But blame others for what is not.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

In that dark suit.
I almost thought he was a splendid candidate.
Thinking he could rule the world even on the hardest path.
I wonder if people will accept him.
To bring this world to a better peace.
To a better life.

Friday, June 15, 2012

The countdown hit the time.
A more challenging thing is coming.
Twisting this stomach in unexpected way.
Hands shiver as if there was no way to run.

Offing everything you can see.
Stood away from everything you can touch.
The moment is coming closer.
No! It is finally there.

What is this sensation driving into?
Shivers and cold sweats wrapping self.
Oh! Is this madness?
Or is it just an excitement?

Running away and running away.
I stood there watching from afar.
Thinking how long would this pass.
Oh! Give me mercy, please, give me mercy.

Listening to the clock tick a tock.
Is it the right time now?
Is it not or would it be?
Slowly my hands reaching for it.
Hoping for mercy, thinking for strategy.