date:
Monday, May 31, 2010
title:
"test"date:
Saturday, May 29, 2010
title:
this came to my mind a few nights ago,
"i believe in becoming a king,
i was always told that someday i'll be him,
but instead i just feel a mere shadow,
a stagnant wall behind something which i cling,
behind each ..."
i'm pissed that i can't finish what seem like a simple line. but then again, my mind has been going through a lack of alcohol and that crazy witty part of it where the crazies muttered words for my amusement lives are dying softly in their huts. while trying to figure the things that goes on in my head, i thought of a great plan to not be an asshole to everybody and just say hi. i later decided to ditch that plan for fear that i'll just be an insignificant fly in anybody that passes me by.
in a vintage playground, there is always some kid that sits alone and wonder why would somebody make the world so big that they can't see just whats in front of them and why would anybody wanna play with the painful sand that'll just give you a teary eye and some bolts of lightning from behind.
i like the fact of how people get things wrong but try too hard to deny how wrongfully wrong they've become. i always try to put a no expectations criteria on anybody as i feel nobody should be put under the glass, which makes my job much more easier to just see them for who they are and make some assessments of whether or not i'll like them.
for those that didn't know, robin hood has gotten a thumbs up from me. it survive the arena in my mind and killed off my critically evil judgmental shape of a tigress perception and deserved to be watch.
more words from a non intellectual personified laters, i need to check somebody to make sure they're still alive.
date:
Thursday, May 6, 2010
title:
a voice from the suddenly came into my life today. its a bit disturbing as i thought i was in the past again. it feels as if i exist but at the same time dead.
all i could say was just a reply to what she ask. i know that everything between is over but then again, there's always that angel that says it ain't. i know it doesn't make perfect sense sometimes, but i deem myself a person that does things on an irrational meaning.
my focus that has been rock hard was now swayed for a few mins while i talk to her. it's becoming more and more apparent that i'm getting nicer (soft). perhaps maybe some day, i'll see my empty grave with my eyes gazing up to the sky again.
i been through a lot,
i wish sometimes it doesn't have to be so,
i always question why it came so,
maybe some think i talk the same theme,
sometimes i think they're correct,
but with all that i've been through,
i just wish sometimes i could just say the words,
i'm coming home to you.
