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if you ever...

felt bummed, then decided to drop all the work and go to sleep
and wake up to realise that your problems are still there...

sigh. i started five poems and they're all still pending in my head.
sometimes i wish people could read my mind.
help me decipher all the bullshit in it.

i wish upon a shooting star,
that love was enough to bring me far,
that desire wasn't so easy
and effort wasn't so difficult,
that needs weren't subjective
and something greater was universal,
that feelings weren't so emotional
and thoughts were more forthcoming,
that the small things aren't easily overlooked,
and the bigger things knew when to stay in the shadows,
that words were slightly slower
and thoughts always won the sprints event,
that friends aren't so easily unnoticed,
and enemies didn't catch our attention,
that people cared less about what they gained,
and worried more about what other lost,
that people forget what they don't have
and cherish what they posses forever,
that people bothered to look around them
and realised that greedy goals aren't everything,
that...

well done michael. after excreting all that, you still
have no idea why you feel like crap. and no, i don't
giveashit that that wasn't a metabolic waste product. oh little cubes watch them go,
six paths they can flow,
truly what determines them?
eenie, meenie, myynie, mo. BRAND NEW EYES FTW!



i totally <3 the album.

and ignorance has replaced supermassive blackhole
as my alarm in the morning. hahaha. i woke up and
was confused lol. "queer noisy shit..."

And the worst part is
Before it gets any better
We're heading for a cliff
And in the free fall I will realize...
~paramore ; turn it off it's an aching emptiness,
that you left on the sidewalk,
like melting snowflakes,
and many more things pretty.

it's a hollow pain,
that you stamped on the postcard,
from a land faraway,
and your thoughts further.

it's a damp chill,
that you shed on my face,
like silent screams on a holiday,
fallen walls leaving a doorway.

it's a scorching need,
that you burned me with,
welding them together,
with bits of delusional bliss.

it's a quiet night,
that you left behind,
dancing stars
and a different moon.

___________________________

this is bad. urgh. this used to be a private place.
SIGH. anyway i can still post cryptic poems. muahahaha.
suckers.
.
.
urgh.

sexy song.
paramore; the only exception

When i was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And cursed at the wind
He broke his own heart
And i watched
As he tried to reassemble it

And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day i promised
Id never sing of love
If it does not exist

But darlin,
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

Maybe i know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Or keep a straight face

And i've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I'm content
With loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk, but

You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

I've got a tight grip on reality
But I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here
I know your leaving
In the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

Oh---

You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

And I'm on my way to believing.
Oh, And Im on my way to believing.

_______________________________

coincidentally, it's the exceptions that are everything. mirrors on ice,
makes me despise,
how beautiful you are,
because we're apart too far.


-there don't complain ahaha. FOURTEEN POINTS FOR PRELIMS.
woots.

if preelim dun keel you, preelim oni make you stronguh.

ftw.

bold the things which are true.

I‘ve never watched Titanic.
I’ve never read Pride and Prejudice.
I’ve never been drunk.
I’ve never played Laser Tag.
I’ve never skipped in a public place.
I’ve never sung at an inappropriate moment.
I’ve never cried over a movie.
I’ve never cried reading a book.
I’ve never cried while watching a TV show.
I’ve never owned a music player.
I’ve never made a Twitter.
I’ve never read anything by Charles Dickens.
I’ve never skipped school.
I’ve never owned a rabbit.
I’ve never sung solo in front of a crowd of 100+ people.
I’ve never played Guitar Hero.
I’ve never had more than four siblings.
I’ve never jumped off a swing.
I’ve never been camping.
I’ve never watched an episode of QI.
I’ve never watched a Heath Ledger movie.
I’ve never watched High School Musical.
I’ve never made a sibling cry.
I’ve never stolen anything.
I’ve never broken the law.
I’ve never jumped in the sea fully clothed.
I’ve never passed on a chain letter.
I’ve never met a celebrity.
I’ve never written fan fiction.
I’ve never gone scuba diving.
I’ve never dyed my hair.
I’ve never had a tattoo.
I’ve never watched WWE on TV.
I’ve never taken part in a sports contest.
I’ve never been to a football match.
I’ve never danced to a Michael Jackson song.
I’ve never watched a sunset.
I’ve never played a musical instrument.
I’ve never sky dived.
I’ve never eaten fish.
I’ve never read Twilight.
I’ve never punched someone.
I’ve never swam with a dolphin.
I’ve never broken a bone.
I’ve never danced well.
I’ve never been arrested.
I’ve never owned a Playstation Three.
I’ve never watched a Batman movie.
I’ve never sang at a Karaoke Night

I’ve never been to the snow

I’ve never been in love if you have nothing,
you have nothing to lose
and everything to gain.

but having nothing,
what can i give,
what can i put into faith?

because i assure you,
if faith is really all i need,
i'll give anything and everything till i bleed. nasty letters and mushy notes,
silent comedies and giggles over nothing,
frostily joyful evenings,
together quiet, on the warm couch.

faded jeans beside your bed,
pillow's laden with sweat,
you wanna see the sky,
ceiling's feeds familiar images to your head.

ericsson whining for juice,
you can't seem to hear it,
above the loud brawling,
or falling below it?

i can't believe i'm here again,
thought i heard wrong,
pain comes full-circle,
hurts just as bad on this end.

these words can't be coming from me,
should be on the floor writhing in agony,
not letting this gentleman take over
and paint pictures only you want to see.

you say you've broken your first heart,
the gentleman breaks the pause,
while i turn and wonder,
how transparent i really was.

____________________________________

urgh. eyes on fire,
hearts alight,
angel of desire,
steal my plight.

short poems ftw.

[edit]
"well i've officially broken a heart."
"what was mine? plastic?"
[/edit] this is what you would call mental constipation.
no will. less way. well since i'm feeling all..
well you know. i hope you know.
ah whatever. anywayyyy,

GOOD LISTENERS ARE UNDER-APPRECIATED.
i really think so.
lets look this from a different perspective.
you see everyone loves a great speaker, how they mesmerise the audience with
their words and charisma. everyone loves a hot chick/dude, with bombs/eyes to
die for. everyone loves a popular person, a well-connected person, an outgoing
person and whatever form the star of the show may be.
(i say this from the perspective of a party/large open conversation)

but you see, who notices good listeners? who notices the quiet girl who pays
respectful interest in everyone around? who sees the nice guy who hangs around
with a tear-laden shoulder? they don't steal the thunder, so does anyone hear them?
they're the people who work behind the scenes and keep the conversation going,
even going as far as overcoming the barrier of silence to add a comment or two.

even in a smaller group, with a handful of people,
there are some that just listen with honest enthusiasm in their eyes, while others
take the stage and spill their thoughts. do you notice him or her?

if it's between two people, does the person dominating the conversation know what's
going on? any reciprocation towards that great friend for listening?

it's a sad world out there. new skin.
same me. why do people ask me such things.
is it so hard to tell how much i yearn to be in their position?
how much i'd give to get an iota of what they're blessed with.

tell me dude up there,
why in the universe do i have to help people go through such things,
while it leaves me tired, pained, weary and in pieces.

what the fuck did i do?
huh?
seriously, if you have a plan for me,
i'm sure hoping the good stuff doesn't happen after the damned credits.

because honestly i don't mind helping people about such things,
but who is gonna give me help?

i could try asking you, but it is beyond me how you're going to find a way
to tell me the answer. just don't creep me out hehe.

or maybe like you know i missing something.
some really big obvious reason or thing staring at me.
well lemme think....



1. maybe i didn't get over it.
2. maybe i missed something she said.


okay that's about it. don't see how that helps ANYTHING.

heh i may seem percpetive, but sometimes i just miss EVERYTHING.

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you are patient,
you are kind,
you'll never leave our minds,
you can hurt in the behind.

you are tender,
you are strong,
you would make a good steak,
and could last forever.

you are pleasure,
you are pain,
you're about giving,
and not what we stand to gain.

you are honest,
you are trust,
truth here is a must,
stop thinking about all that lust.

you are beautiful,
you are sexy,
sometimes you're so petty,
nothing but messy.

you are nowhere,
you are everywhere,
people are always looking for you,
surprise them, that's what you always do.

you are everything,
you are nothing,
no one could ever find the right words for you;
i know it's not nice,
but your name will have to suffice,
so... what are you?