sorry for the late update,

i have officially moved to http://dotbarcode.livejournal.com/

however might still blog here occasionally when im feeling super emo.. haha

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alone

when the mind is not clear
its like drunk driving
u tink u noe wad ur doing
but actually u dun

and i tink
maybe the only right thing to do
is to be alone

wake

it sux when
u fear waking up
the dreaded end of bliss
when everything sinks in
and it hurts

every inch
every corner
breathes of pain
inexplicable
excruciating
numb

the eyes that welled up before
fail on u
that intolerable build up
fails to release
it doesnt end

a wave of dizzyness
the closing of eyes
doesnt end the nightmare

it hurts so bad
and yet
its something thats just so...
uneventful for u

it doesnt mean a thing

why does it mean so much
to me?

=(

sing

I should stop
From assuming
To keep thinking

The time to hide is over
The time to regret is gone
The time to live is now

When one questions isolation
Questions the reasons for
A lack of communication
Where does one find the answers?

Is it the fault of others
As it is always easy to push the blame
Or does the answer reside within oneself

Like a song
An individual sings his own tune
Ultimately one creates the chorus of ones life
And yet,
Bitch about it
Blame
Bitch
Complain
“its just like that”
Resign to fate

Sling remarks about others
Generalize
Conceptualize
Idolize

Take a step back
Look at your own life
Is there a reason for why its like that
Or are you just living
Within your own song

I fear
Yet till now I haven’t shed a tear
My heart tears
But yet,
My mind is a little too clear
Empty
Throbbing
Wincing
Smoking
Tearing
Hoping

Sing

hurt

i tink it hurts the most
when you ache
but you haf no idea why you are aching

when,
you live behind the walls you create
coz
thats the way you are suppose to be

when you look into the mirror
and
its not what you want to see

when
what you thought you know
maybe
isnt what you thought so at all
actually

when
you cant bring yourself to let anyone know
and u realise
in the end
you are all you have
because
its the way
you created things
to be

ice

all the clashing and banging,
shouts and screams,
blood and pain,
prayers in vain...

silenced when the ice blew over
freezing everything in time
trapped in limbo

for the cold numbs everything
but also kills the beats in life
it quietens down to a awkward silence
as if,
as if you were beneath a sheet of ice

it locks you in your transparent grave
with a one way view of the world
awaiting the day
you break out of this lock
like a clam locks its pearl

and when snow should be white
tainted snow is gray
for like the colours of the rainbow
gray though monochrome,
is juz as expressive in hues
at different times of the day.

speak

and i was told not to speak
for it only complicates things
abit..

confused as i am
it only enforces i should withhold my speach

but when dusk falls
the sun surely rises

when the time comes
the light would surely shine

when i am quiet
it doesnt mean i don't speak