My Prom Night.

he asked me to the prom.
he tells me his dreams.
he talks to me about life and art and how it gives him hope to love again.
i thought differently, finding out that he is into someone else.
she gives him a slap instead of a kiss.
he told me i have won.
and in what way?
i remain alone.
and he continues to walk behind her...
...on my prom night.


(dammmitttttttt!!!!!!!!)

When the queen finally kissed a worker bee . . .

i had to keep this.
it's by my friend Marvin.


Foggy windows that I never washed
Leave spots that the morning sun reveals
I squint to see past those lovely brown remnants
Shrugged off in revs over speed bumps

Little dark gifts with big heads, cute
Now discoloured and originally undeserved
Are the reasons why I struggle to see
Using kindness on a long-lost cause

And pointless shame and memory
Keep the dirt inside a chanced luxury
A treasure of Cool Watered tears and kisses
Repeats alongside old track 12

Hypnotizing, the voice
But like a fan I follow and say
That I must need you. How I hate you.
How I hate your lips, they sucked my neck

In ecstasy
That is there again as the sunrise climbs
And I follow the warmth, falling everyday,
because of the miracle
When the queen finally kissed a worker bee

-MW

Tired Eyes - i just jhad to edit Bruno Carvalho's 'Dead Eyes'

TIRED EYES

Look into my tired eyes
in them I've kept so many lies
drink all of my sadness
taste me more than just that, Your Highness

Hear my loudest whisper
Do not hope, for you shall rather not decipher
the words I've spoken to you last night while i was drunk
all the love I said i had for u, and him, twas true, never meant to f*ck..

Around. I let you taste my kiss
all the sweetness of Red Horse, San Mig Light and Johnny Walker
months overdue, now it has poisoned you
all the hate I've swore to keep till i am sober.

You held my hands and pulled me close
I hope you understood
the pain I have to go through If you continue on making me
fall for you. In my tired eyes my whiskey flavored tears.

-i just had to "fix" Bruno Carvalho's poem, Pammie. this is my version. this all happened last night. maybe corny to you, 'coz m no writer... i just wanted to type......

...coz Johnny....was...WALKING....

Shipwrecked_6 Months

Noise lords my angelic heart

Like a grotesque piece of UP fine art

Composed of all mediums, colors and yelloe hues

More of a glow than just a shadow of your shoes.

My heart screams in incalculable distress

Like a shipwreck to me, i®is, your sky piratess

On a bot-infected wave of a matrix

Where congestion pleads “let me out if this cream fix!!”

My mind proclaim neither of our love is real

For it has to keep steady its pain, everything that it can bear

From these two people who are dear

To me, loving them would be my worst nightmare.

3 days past the most ecstatic of our college days

A week has gone since I last seen you, iv torn the memories into pieces

This sky above me, says nothing more or less

Of your love for me, you can’t even sacrifice your maiden in distress.

Thank you for letting him go

I am juvenile when drunk, and worse of all naive

To think that only happiness can save me

This heart he says he’s loved even for just 6 days times thirty.

I didn't know what i was thinking when i wrote this, but i know i was erm...depressed??! .... Pammie would tell me, "there's always another week to look forward to.., so cheer up!!" =T

I'm just not sure about her suggestion......... =(

cleaning up/ out/ wherever that says "me"

I've been cleaning out blogs and un-necessary up loadings.. so bear with me. =)

Rescue : Un-beleaguered and Un-frayed Since April Eight : Karma

i feel anxious, more like excited
un-beleaguered and un-frayed since April Eight
i seek aggravation
bustle and uproar i await
let it re-live unending for i will return to it without holding back

shall it be given back to me
unmindful of what others may whisper about
i want it back in my hands
despite the joy and karma it had once have me taste
i do not want it forgotten, nor thrown tom waste

i stand unsteadily
knowing why I did what I have done
without the tears
with all the labels they have named me
I have been watching, anticipating, waiting for your rescue

shall it be given back to me
unmindful of what others may whisper about
i want it back in my hands
despite the joy and karma it had once have me taste
i do not want it forgotten, nor thrown tom waste

I ask no question or doubt that you may not spare me a chance
the one and only, ours, and was never mine alone
I am certain where this shall lead me
I am. With or without you

But lost, still asking upon
I need you, and I am too stubborn to admit it
I have been watching, anticipating, waiting for your rescue

*if it's lousy, don't read. if you liked it, want you to know that i wrote this as 'reply' after reading Vinzi's song ("i want you back..")

dead baby maya.

it was a long day and i had to relax my mind before i go back into anymore studying. i went out the front yard for a dip in the pool. nothing beats night swimming. i tried to clear my mind as i swam each lap, i could not help but think of building construction, structural design and history of architecture. it seemed that my mind was too congested and needless to say too obstructed by thoughts of -----. i could not help but smile and laugh to myself, reminiscing how despite 3 years ago, yesterday could have been awkward. but no, it was actually relieving, like taking out a ton of gravel off my chest. yes, i missed him. but it does not mean that i want him back now that i am focusing for June 26, 2008. i let my mind wander of what should have been and just a while ago, as i was doing my laps, my fingers brushed through something. it was too small to be noticed in such a big tub. but instead of ignoring it, i tried to see what it was as it was difficult to see through the water without the UW lights on. despite the dim glow of the moon, i saw tiny wings.....a dead baby maya. it was a sign, and it meant for me to stop thinking of past relationships as it is dead as it is. and that god did not let things end then if it were not meant to be left broken as it is. surely, even in structural analysis, delta x is delta x. period.


tsk.


"......Don't they know that you're full of pain already? Yes they know that you've hurt yourself another time; Decadence isn't easy, is it?...

...Then you slowly recall all your mind; Why, your soul's gone cold, and all hope has run dry; Dead inside; Never enough to forget that you're one of the lonely....." - Disturbed