Let there be hate,
Let there be despair.
May the world know suffering,
and the burden it bears.
Hate
Let there be despair.
May the world know suffering,
and the burden it bears.
Hate
Body and Soul
12 June 2009
24 May 2009
21 Lost Emotions
It was that time when I was looking down,
When I was looking at a familar torso,
A familiar hand.
That gentle rythm,
The soft jiggle,
I went into a fit of giggles.
A shining star,
Is meant to be looked from afar.
A deathly figure,
Has no cure.
Up into the sky
A wingless demon would fly
Just to fall back down
There are limits and restrictions.
Forbidden emotions.
It is but a just punishment.
A decision by the higher judgement.
Eyes that have no light,
Soul that has no sound.
Heart that has no might,
A king without a crown.
Emotions can be lost, they can be suppressed.
Feelings can be forgotten, proved to be redundant.
The laments of a devil,
The cries of an angel.
The laughter of God,
The shrieks of a demon.
An arm outstretched towards the sky,
Falling, lost its ability to fly.
Eyes that close in despair,
As the soul cries in despair.
03 May 2009
20 Subtitle
In a competition where there are no winners, In a competition where there are no losers.
Would the outcome matter at all?
Who cares about some silly award. What does that award mean.
There are some things better left unsaid and I believe this is one of them.
To look down on the effort others put in, to say that what they have done thus far is useless...
Even if it is true, I will not say it.
Someone who has put in their best effort and fought to their bitter end...
There is no way I would crush their pride
I cannot cry. That's a fact. Even though there are some things happening that are tear inspiring, I cannot cry.
Proud men should not cry. They know how to take everything in stride and keep the bitterness inside.
There was a post about pride. It might be contrary to popular belief but popular belief may be wrong.
To the people out there whom I feel for.
Be strong
Be Firm
Be proud of what you have achieved if you have deserved it.
If you know you deserved better, then you should be proud that you have so many people who believe in you...
Would the outcome matter at all?
Who cares about some silly award. What does that award mean.
There are some things better left unsaid and I believe this is one of them.
To look down on the effort others put in, to say that what they have done thus far is useless...
Even if it is true, I will not say it.
Someone who has put in their best effort and fought to their bitter end...
There is no way I would crush their pride
I cannot cry. That's a fact. Even though there are some things happening that are tear inspiring, I cannot cry.
Proud men should not cry. They know how to take everything in stride and keep the bitterness inside.
There was a post about pride. It might be contrary to popular belief but popular belief may be wrong.
To the people out there whom I feel for.
Be strong
Be Firm
Be proud of what you have achieved if you have deserved it.
If you know you deserved better, then you should be proud that you have so many people who believe in you...
22 March 2009
19 Silence
Without words or action, you cannot convey your message.
In this post, everything is written in black.
This is somewhat akin to keping your feelings in your heart.
It is there but it cannot be seen.
Unfortunately, it isn't as easy as just pressing ctrl A.
Words in your heart, those silent thoughts you harbour, they cannot be read by anyone.
They will remain where they are till you say them out.
Your deepest darkest secrets. If you don't tell anyone, no one will know.
Your happiness, pain or sadness. If you don't tell a person your feelings, they will not know how to respond.
Assumptions can be wrong.
Interpretations can be incomplete.
That's why there is a need for words. That is why every action needs to be backed with words. That is why graphic novels are more enjoyable by children. They can relate by trying to put themselves in the situation depicted.
You must first say your intent then act it out.
Thus, my silence is indication that I intend to tough it out alone.
That I would do it myself.
That I am capable of doing it in my own way.
But I sometimes can be wrong.
That's when I speak.
That's when my words are revealed.
Silence is not a bad thing. But too much of it means you will not ba able to understand each other. And it is these very misunerstandings that cause conflict.
Gundam 00 season2 We want to make a future where everyone understands each other.
That is just however, mere idealism at this day and age.
In this post, everything is written in black.
This is somewhat akin to keping your feelings in your heart.
It is there but it cannot be seen.
Unfortunately, it isn't as easy as just pressing ctrl A.
Words in your heart, those silent thoughts you harbour, they cannot be read by anyone.
They will remain where they are till you say them out.
Your deepest darkest secrets. If you don't tell anyone, no one will know.
Your happiness, pain or sadness. If you don't tell a person your feelings, they will not know how to respond.
Assumptions can be wrong.
Interpretations can be incomplete.
That's why there is a need for words. That is why every action needs to be backed with words. That is why graphic novels are more enjoyable by children. They can relate by trying to put themselves in the situation depicted.
You must first say your intent then act it out.
Thus, my silence is indication that I intend to tough it out alone.
That I would do it myself.
That I am capable of doing it in my own way.
But I sometimes can be wrong.
That's when I speak.
That's when my words are revealed.
Silence is not a bad thing. But too much of it means you will not ba able to understand each other. And it is these very misunerstandings that cause conflict.
Gundam 00 season2 We want to make a future where everyone understands each other.
That is just however, mere idealism at this day and age.
04 March 2009
18 Storms
The bellows of rage, the cries of sadness, the shrieks of pain.
Let your voices thunder in the halls between heaven and hell. Let your desires be heard in this world.
The blade of pride, the sabre of death, the sword of defense.
Let your blows flash like lightning in the skies above. Let your strikes be seen in the heavens.
The sweat of fear, the droplets of agony, the laments of sadness.
Let your tears rain upon the ground below. Let your feelings drown the hells.
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Why is it that every time it rains, it seems that somebody is crying.
Why is it that every time thunder roars that someone is screaming.
Why is it that every time lightning strikes that someone is running.
Let your voices thunder in the halls between heaven and hell. Let your desires be heard in this world.
The blade of pride, the sabre of death, the sword of defense.
Let your blows flash like lightning in the skies above. Let your strikes be seen in the heavens.
The sweat of fear, the droplets of agony, the laments of sadness.
Let your tears rain upon the ground below. Let your feelings drown the hells.
_____________________________________________________
Why is it that every time it rains, it seems that somebody is crying.
Why is it that every time thunder roars that someone is screaming.
Why is it that every time lightning strikes that someone is running.
25 February 2009
17 Colour
When some say red, they refer to the the red of hate.
When others say red, they refer to the red of love.
When I say red, I refer to the red of blood.
When some say blue, they refer to the vast blue sky.
When others say blue, they refer to the feeling of sadness.
When I say blue, I refer to the drowning in the sea of emotions.
When some say white, they refer to the white wedding gowns.
When others say white, they refer to the white of purity.
When I say white, I refer to the white of emptiness.
When some say black, they refer to the black of cool.
When others say black, they refer to the black of darkness.
When I say black, I refer to black rage.
Look and look again. Why is it that the answer is never hidden but never found?
Find your own truth in your own words.
Make your truth in another person's words.
This is my truth. The truth which lies to everyone. Thus perceived as truth by everyone.
When others say red, they refer to the red of love.
When I say red, I refer to the red of blood.
When some say blue, they refer to the vast blue sky.
When others say blue, they refer to the feeling of sadness.
When I say blue, I refer to the drowning in the sea of emotions.
When some say white, they refer to the white wedding gowns.
When others say white, they refer to the white of purity.
When I say white, I refer to the white of emptiness.
When some say black, they refer to the black of cool.
When others say black, they refer to the black of darkness.
When I say black, I refer to black rage.
Look and look again. Why is it that the answer is never hidden but never found?
Find your own truth in your own words.
Make your truth in another person's words.
This is my truth. The truth which lies to everyone. Thus perceived as truth by everyone.
15 February 2009
16 Broken
Feel the swash of the waves against your body.
Endure the heat of the sun burning your skin.
Your eyes are closed,
Your muscles relaxed.
You are blind to your surroundings,
Deaf to all the happenings,
Numb to all the pain,
Oblivious to all sensations.
You are broken,
Unable to function.
Your heart has stopped beating,
Your body has stopped twitching.
There is nothing you can feel,
There is nothing you can do.
You aren't dysfunctional,
You're broken.
Endure the heat of the sun burning your skin.
Your eyes are closed,
Your muscles relaxed.
You are blind to your surroundings,
Deaf to all the happenings,
Numb to all the pain,
Oblivious to all sensations.
You are broken,
Unable to function.
Your heart has stopped beating,
Your body has stopped twitching.
There is nothing you can feel,
There is nothing you can do.
You aren't dysfunctional,
You're broken.
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