Thursday, April 26, 2007
How I wish times could tiwst.
From emotional outbreaks to sensational bliss.
Reverse the moment, keep it pure.
Hold it forever, let peace endure.
Change the course of time, let dinosaurs be man.
Uphold this power, time in the palm of your hand.
How long will a bullet travel if it's shot?
It somehow will stop will it not?
Where's the blank nothingness where existing stops,
The eternal life and the heaven tops?
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 6:49 AM
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Thursday, April 19, 2007
I can hear the screams,the silent screams from the window panes,It echos down my deep abyss.Into an oblivion of empty bliss.I tried to seek but did not find,The astrayed happiness within my mind.Erupting into thunderous rage,Secluded in this barless cage.Imprisoned in my demise,The pain I've come to realise.Tunnel vision blinds my sin,The screams from back to where we begin.They never go and they always haunt,
Tempting me and always haunt.Guilt overshrouds the innocence once in me,I did before I thought, the future I did not see.'What do I do' my heart is singing,Lost it all in the midst of winning.Defiled to regrets and reminision,I, the silhouette of public rejection.Oh sweet sorrow, will you be here tomorrow?Will you linger at my mind's doorstep as you do each day,And give me something to think about to waste the night away.I am a vulture on the hunt for carrion.What i seek paves way for no escapism.Each moment spent with me feels like a decade of fantasy.For i did not lost my memory, my memory lost me.I crave for depression and I am happy for this greed.My happy days have outgrown me from a tiny little seed.But has it all become intangable?I will be sad if you vamooshed away sorrow...Another sleepless night to avoid the haunting nightmares that this corrupted and polluted world has pu me through.I seek an escapism, an infernal truth, something to make me contented and whole.These tormenting echos vibrate within these four walls, this deep dark realm which has imprisoned my lifeless soul.Blood filled the book cover to cover, dirt that eclipsed furtile life, a night of bliss and haunted whispers.The tears have fallen, the blood has dripped, I'm dried off the pain and misery, this cold fear within me, the ever-winter thoughts.A blizzardof broken hearts and shattered lives, I've always wanted more, prayed for a better living.But this harshness compells me, cuffing me back to the preview of hell, of what will seem to last forever.To wish for luck or wish for splendor, or just a defender, to protect me.With this incision, I choose to leave, with this incision.With this incision, I hope to make my decision, to live alone or die like this...Three different poems to replace all those times, exams are drawing nigh so I'll best get back to mugging. I'm having faith in english,science and geograpy. I want to thank all those around me, Joy, drama, 3G/H '07, Joanne from st. John's chapel in st. Margrets sec for all th great advice, my teachers who has instilled knowledge and confidance in me, teachers in charge of drama and mee and dii-my producers, granma- the director, myself- cast/screenplay/script, metal- which has inspired me to express myself and gothism- which made me who I am and what I want to be, and last but not least...CRZ!-the greatest clique.ok now it seems as though i've won a golden globe award haha, anyway, au revoir!
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 5:40 AM
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Monday, April 02, 2007
Hey what a fucked week! That's how i'm gonna begin this post. I feel like the misunderstood frankenstein's monster, and now as metal blast out my speakers and blaring into my ears my newest poem, Frankenshine Monshtar.
Strong at will but weak at heart,
Stalks this behemoth, misunderstood.
Standing his ground when scrutiny and obscenities impale him.
No companion by his side, but sadism in his stride,
His haunting conscience to a manic.
Ripping his violators away leaving them to decay, he walks off an unhappy soul.
No one to trust, no one to love but better with no one, no one to hurt as others hurt him.
His heart form icicles cold from the trecherous deeds of mankind.
Am I a mistake? Why am I here?
These questions protrude from his hollow cries of redemption from deep within.
All he sees is sadness and corruption in this world a god made for perfection.
All he knows are the hypocretes who worship and deify religion, heaven hopers he calls them.
He thinks to himself, what if there is no god?
Then surely somebody must take a stand but all there is are vain efforts.
People dying for their flag, patriots who are glorified while the rich laugh from the profits of war.
To stop a world from damnation they must first learn to cooperate.
But where is the cooperation we see in war, he ponders.
Interdependance is all part of human nature but it is rarely practised as what our religions want.
Only a few pilgrims take their root in faith but some seek an escapism in stories of a man who got crucified for being edified.
What are we all here for? He now questions, can we seclude ourselves in this modern jungle and not be part of its eco-system?
He finds that he is the victim of victims who plot their own death with pollution and corruption.
And always remember, just because you ruined your life doesn't mean you must ruin others.
We have the power to change, its whether we got the will.
pic: look at that boy all gothed up! To all goths in singapore- be as flamboyant as you can let's take over the fashion scene for good!
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 10:04 AM
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