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Saturday, May 3, 2008
my writings...over the years

below are some of my 'rojak' writings over the past few years... mostly on my feelings... realised how easily we stopped doing these little things in our leisure... but then again... everyday is so hectic that i don't even stop to think and feel anymore...


Feel
What I say, is not what I think,
How I express, is not how I feel
I feel the world is so shallow,
And I'm being trap in a hollow
In my surreal world, I'm not under surveillance
Its a world of my dreams
And there comes a time where it seems so hopeful...
In the end, its nothing but hopeless.


Survivor 03/25/2003
When the time is right,
I know where I'll be
When everything seems dark,
You think you'll not find light.
The future seems gloomy with uncertainty,
Tomorrow to come will be eternity.
One day, I'll find the path,
Which will lead me to my wreath.
I will not fear of what might have come,
I will find, my way to the dome,
And eventually, I will survive.


Confused 03/07/2003
Sky's so clear
Night has come
Weariness has disappear
My mind whirls a blue streak,
Am I going to break?
The Adrenaline I have,
Is nothin' more than fear
Seems like trapping in cave
I have to be brave
In the darkness,
I find happiness


Gift of Love
Little angels sent by god,
Surrounding us everyday,
Protecting us from every little harm,
Encouraging us, never to give up,
Telling me that I'm being blessed,
With such wonderful people surrounding me,
Family and friends
And most importantly,
The gift of LOVE
I'm truly blessed


Sometimes...
Sometimes I'm sad, I pretend I'm happy
Sometimes, I'm frustrated, I pretend I'm fine
Sometimes I wonder, "What am I doing? "
Sometimes I have doubts over what I do
Sometimes I can hardly breathe
Sometimes I tell myself, "Everything's gonna be just fine"
And sometimes I simply retreat into a world of my own


Friends
Friends keep me goin strong,
They're a part of my life,
They're there for me when I'm feeling low,
They listen to my sorrows,
They cheer me up,
They cry with me,
They laugh with me,
Sometimes, words are just not enough
to express my gratitude for having such wonderful friends
No matter what happens,
My dear friends, I'll keep a place for you in my heart,
Praying that you be safe and sound
That's what I can do for you.


Into The Twilight
Seems like yesterday, I was a child of innocence
Trouble free me, no hassles and tussles
Living in a world of Cinderella,
As wonderful as can be,
Now, the dream is over,
Twilight zone has come, consuming me in
Taking me to a place of unknown,
Living behind an empty self
Dreams no more,
Nothing no more,
Darkness has strike...

5:35 AM



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