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Thursday, November 01, 2007
I hate them.

I guess it’s okay.

All you know is how to threaten.
You don’t even care what happens.
I don’t respecting your decisions anymore.
You bring my life to a crawl.

You fuck me up,
And even though you don’t touch me,
I’m beaten to a pulp.
I guess this is the way I have to be.

I’m crying now and I don’t know why,
But all I know is that I’m no gonna’ try.
My flame’s no longer lit,
And I’ve hit my limits.

All you do is confiscate,
So all I ask from you is to wait.
I’ve made it through the year.
Isn’t it enough that way?

Another tear, another tear.
Coming down one after the other.
I know you don’t expect much but I just can’t seem to do better.
I know you’ll say it’s ‘cause I didn’t do my best,
But could you just give me a rest?

The dark patch on my bed sheet grows larger by the moment,
But I guess you don’t care,
Since I can’t even get a lowly second.
I’ve never seemed to get anywhere,

And so I decided to go to that place.
I thought I could achieve something but that’s not the case,
Isn’t it?
So I thought I could get something from being poetic,

But I guess I’m just that kid who’s always so pathetic.
That kid who’s always so weak,
Even at his peak,
Whatever he does couldn’t even turn a cheek.

You bring me petty little things that I seem to care about,
But I can’t do or say the things from the bottom of my heart.
Isn’t it bad enough that I’ve training everyday?
My days are tattered but you tear them apart.

Can’t I just stay up to make up for the day?
At this rate i'm just gonna' die away,
But I’ve said what I have to say,
So since you’ve always been this way,

I guess it’s okay…


Tuesday, October 30, 2007
I vomited during training. It was very watery. It was yellow. It was as yellow as a pervert's 脑海。It was sour-tasting. It was a large amount. It was sick. It was disgusting. It was not very tasty. But it made me feel better. It felt like all my accumalated crap was being thrown out of me. It felt like lot of bitter, sour and disgusting memories were coming right out of me. At the same time, it felt like something shouldn't have left me. It felt like I might have accidentally threw up my heart together with it all. It's like standing in the rain. If you're already wet, you wouldn't care about anything. But if you're all dry and safe, soaking yourself in there could make you sick, or feel cold. But I guess, once in a while, forgetting how it feels to not be sad all the time is okay.


Wednesday, October 24, 2007
I know this might be a little corny... okay fine it is. but still...! it's in a languange i don't really bother to touch.

向着太阳,
我放开翅膀,
站在海浪,
我听着还在唱歌。

看着天空,
天上的颜色,
好像有什么不同。
可能是云把天空变白色了?

莫这花儿的美丽,
觉得有什么神秘。
她的甜蜜,
好像有什么神力。


Monday, October 15, 2007
I was like really bored and stuff cuz i was walking home alone. yeah so i took out my phone and i started to write about whatever was happenin' as i walked XD pretty random stuff. and Yui is a singer and my idol XD it's pronounce You-ee. and My Generation is one of her songs. and the part about lit examination was cuz i wrote this before the day of the lit exam. and the statement,explanation,elaboration thing is what my lit cher always tells us XD. I stopped at the train part cuz i recieved a call so i stopped. and the people in the train were boring and smelly.

On My Way Home
Walking alone,
On my way home,
I’m listening to Yui.
At least now I’ve got someone accompanying me.

Listening to My Generation,
I’m thinking about my Lit examination –
How I’m going to ago about with my statement, explanation and elaboration.
Walking around in circles,

It seems like for the train to come it’ll take a miracle.


Monday, October 08, 2007
This will probably the weirdest poem you've read. But it's one of my favourites. Umm ignore the emo content. i was just feeling emo when i was writing it heh.

Owari

I’m tired of being this pathetic.
All the way down to my bones,
It makes me sick.
Maybe I just need to be alone?

Do I have a kokoro*?
I don’t even know.
I’m just an act; a feign.
The way I react; I’m ashamed.

I’m not who I am,
But I guess know one really gives a damn.
I’m not who I want to be,
I’m just what others see.

It’s not me.
It’s too kurushii**,
It’s too kanashii***.
A world where everyone’s ureshii****?

That’s all just my silly fantasy.
All that’s just imaginary.
I write all this poetry,
Hoping I can find an identity.

But no one’s listening to me.
It’ll just sit in my corner,
Shizuka ni*****,
And alone I’d cower.

I lack power,
I lack chikara******.
Btu I guess all I can say is ‘Mada mada’*******.
I cry, I try.

But it’s like trying to fly.
I guess for me it’s always dekinai********.
How long do I have to stay like this?
Everything’s just amiss.

Maybe it’s itsumademo*********?
I’ve got no where to go,
I’m just for show.
Soon I’ll be thrown away,

But I guess that’s the price I have to pay,
For being this way.
The world’s a huge, beautiful carpet and I’m just a fray.
Cleanly cut off and thrown away.

You’ve probably got the gist of what I’m trying to say;
This world doesn’t need me,
So with this I bring this to an owari**********.
* Heart
**Painful
***Sad
****Happy
*****Quietly
******Power
*******Not even close
********Impossible
*********Forever
**********End


Saturday, October 06, 2007
This MIGHT sound a little scary. It's kinda... how do ya' put it... occult. And maybe a little FrEakY too. But anyways.
The Devil

We live normally without a hint of fear.
Don’t people realize the devil’s watching on with a leer?

We break promises and we tell lies.
Don’t people realize we’re being watched by the devil’s eyes?

We curse and swear under our breaths and we hope no one hears.
Don’t people realize everything is heard by the devil’s ears?

We sin and we pray,
We act like we’re good but we live in fear every moment everyday.

We hope that nothing bad will ever happen.
But always remember that behind your back is always Satan.


Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Rest In Peace

This world is only violence and gore.
Whatever is all this chaos for?
Every moment,
Lives are taken.

What will it take for people to awaken?
Safety no longer lies beyond doors.
There’s a thousand terrorists,
Maybe more?

What is this?
Is this the world we’re living in?
All around there’s too much sin.
Everything is changing.

It used to be simple battling,
And now we have nuclear bombings.
Is this all really needed?
Are helps calls every heeded?

Killing gases fill the lungs of innocent children,
Toxic wastes pollute the seas and dying fishes.
Kids are left alone abandoned,
Unfulfilled are their empty wishes.

They’re just left to die like worthless creatures.
The world is dying,
The world is crying.
If we don’t do something about it,

With the end we will surely meet.
No wonder there’s global warming.
It’s the earth’s warning.
It’s to stop us from this senseless killing.

The earth’s already given us a chance,
To stop this death-bound dance.
But I guess it’s too late.
The odds are too great.

At the chance,
People simply looked away after a mere glance.
Within itself are the powers to save the earth.
It’s going to go through a rebirth.

Water’s going to be everywhere.
Touch the surface of this earth even gods wouldn’t dare.
Everything’s gone,
It’s too late to mourn.

Everything’s going to freeze,
For the earth it’ll be no breeze.
It’s like throwing yourself into a pool a freezing yourself to death.
It’s just like taking away your own breath.

But don’t worry,
The earth will heal itself again eventually.
Such a miracle,
For anyone else it’s surely impossible.

Everything is just a cycle.
The earth gets murdered then it mends.
The poor earth,
Having to go through all this pain.

Just to go through everything again.
Why must things remain the same?
Things are just going over and over the same old lanes.
It’s insane!

Before the earth dies,
Before everyone dies.
Before we all say “bye”,
Before anymore is lost,

I hope this message gets across;
I’d just like to say,
With all my heart and soul I pray,
May the earth not go through that damned day.

And if she does then this I’ll say:
Dear earth,
Place of life and birth,
Your breath I’ll forever miss,

So please o’ please,
Rest in peace.
I know my efforts hold merely the power of an atom,
But with this poem,
I hope I’ve done something for the earth and the ocean,
And hopefully a miracle will happen.


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