Saturday, October 13, 2012


Once in a while, when we look back to the way it used to be, we wonder, what if we didnt screw up? What if we dont do it? What if I do this instead? What if we're not there? What if I arrived late? What if I refuse? The questions with no answer. Or rather the questions we avoid.

Destiny. It is destiny. Bound by destiny we met. Bound by destiny we laugh together. Bound by destiny we love. Bound by destiny we break apart. Bound by destiny we met again.

Will we regret the decisions we made then? Will we succumb to our own undoings? Will us let it go? Or will us weep endlessly?

Bliss. Ignorance is bliss. Thus some of us chose to ignore. To let it be. Not to think about it. Not to mention even a bit. Not to question. Choosing to forget, but get trapped in the paradox of endless dilemma. Lost in the maze of predicaments.

Give up. Some may give up. Just stop pursuing, waiting, and even remembering. Those past that we held dear, we just let it go and never to see it again. Lost the will to stay and fight. Hoping it will end and eventually forgotten.

My friends. I cherish our times together. But most of the times, im just a piece of memory from your past that you choose to avoid.

My love, I've given everything. I patiently waiting, stay there for you and fight for my love. I hold on to our promises and never let go. But I eventually got so tired. When you love someone its easy they say. But you never see it that way.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

The Hype

The always-there-after-you-blogwalk feelings

The feel of dusting off heavy pile of dirt buried your blog

Some cleaning needs to be done

Here and there

Tidying up the code some more

This half-assed design should be completed

It time


You are, the blank slate
The blank block and a blank plate
The story you build, the hype you become
The need to please while you succumb

You are a numb ore
A pure sheet of dirt's core
A dumb excuse for living
And gone without saying

You shape what you want to become
You be what you want to be
But most of the time you are the prey
Of people's thought and their dismay
Some may succeed, the winner wrote history
Some may not, engulfed by their story

(The morning of glory, 2012)