When days aren’t even a mundane routine, not even a God Bless interesting
I really feel emptiness fill the emptiness
I know my purpose but I can’t grasp my reasons
I can’t understand the swing under my darkening eyes
I know nothing less than a prey nothing more than a predator
When ways meant to be seen, not even a light passing
I’m exited over nothing, I cried over nothing
I saw myself rambling in the dark
Knowing less than a blind luck walking on a bridging skies
I fly nothing slower than a bird nothing faster than a bise
When a lie staring deep the truth can hardly stand
Both my feet are shaking, I am no dancing king
My woe is the making of luck
My draw’s a hideous tuck playing endless in the nights
I heed nothing less than a mother, nothing better than a maid
When lone is a gruesome teacher hitting and screaming
The hum is comforting nor hurting but cunning
Grudge isn’t an innate friend ’till then
Anger isn’t an act of sane of man of peace
I wish nothing less then heaven on earth nothing more than despair of hope.
[I wrote this myself…just now]
March 7th, 2008 at 10:22 pm
hi alvin. you’re out of ideas? but i still so some new post here leh? hehe. well, if me ill post about anything on my blog. and i mean ANYTHING. my surroundings, the dogs or cats lingering on the road, the food I eat, the people on the road. Things I find amusing, weird, funny, exhilarating. of my obsession, my passion, my ramblings..anything will do. DO continue posting. =)
March 18th, 2008 at 7:27 pm
cant wait for ur own domain!!! ^^