FOOLED/

the persistence of the colored ray of light that penetrates the immensity of the beautiful white clouds. it distorted its center of balance, twisting it into a spiraled mess of cotton-

fooled/can't be understood easily or explained plainly in words. an immaculate scent that was dispersed into the air, filthy being at the top of the pryamid. simply spoils the pretty structure of stability and nobility.

at the top of the middle of a list of listed groceries, it filths the waters that was once left pure'd. such atrocities committed by filthy beings. no amount can clean off the filth. pitiful fuck.

step on him/

FOR LOVE.

sometimes i wonder about why i'd never been able to let go of the very persons that were once my very own love. i still hold on to them, never did i quite let them go. i keep the memories of love deep inside my heart. i held the smiles we had, the pains we suffered, all intact.

it pains me to witness how persons who were once my love. who once meant the world to me, were the ones that left me alone. how the persons that whispered i love yous in my ear, the persons that embraced me for who i am, the persons who made sense to my life. they become the very people that made life senseless, that makes me hopeless and dejected.

how i still wonder why i hold them close to me, like diamonds and pearls, my cherished belongings. i loved them, ironically, love never dies. it's frozen, hidden away somewhere deep inside. for if it came alive, i will once again feel the pain that made me cry, that reminds me that i don't make sense without you by my side.

yet, these are the persons that made me believe in love. that kept me believing, for someday, the one will come. in forms i may not know of. in ways i may not long for. but true love will come. and i will make sense, once again.

today, i shall let the persons that were once the world to me; i shall let them go. on this day before my next valentine, i shall let these pieces of dreams that once gave me life; i shall give them all away.

for love,


i shall breathe again.

ARE YOU ONE OF THEM?

conforming to society is the conformity of self destruction. damn it. what the fuck is wrong with being different?! fuck it. differing from the norm is what makes you who you are? it is that difference from the norm that makes you attractive, seductive... ugh. can you even notice what nonsense society is preaching as the norms. whatever shit.

why follow the comfortable road that society provides? can't you see that the greatest risk in life is not to risk at all?! omg. being satisfied with your current performance is fucking stupid! you are such a lazy ass who don't want to work harder to improve!

do you think you're good enough?

fuck youu understand.

you'll just die in crumps underneath society's torn rag brutally hidden away like useless dust that contaminates the air that society breathes in. gawd damnn it. this is just so nonsensical.

I CANNOT TAKE IT.

contradictions. fucking contradictions people ignore and refused to admit. what exactly is so attractive about being conformative with the fucking society?!

somebody save those stupid people from their misery please. let them see the fucking light as to how stupid they actually are by conforming to what society thinks is awesome and righteous. gawd.

how lame can it become?

ugh. i hate society. i hate those that support society. those lame shits. those unworthy fuckers. those nonsensesss they preach.

fuck youuu unorthodox society puppets!

no one should pity you for not having the chance to become a real boy! someone who can truly experience orgasms and don't have to fake them. you faker!

despicable conformist.

are you one of them?

BURN.

it's weird when all of a sudden, you lost track of what you're fighting for. a sudden emptiness that crowded your whole being, like you're being swallowed into nothingness.

a piece of black velvet covering your eyes, you strained to see the path in front. you struggled but it tightens. you gave in, and lost sight.

you feel like you're stranded on a spot, no matter where you move. you ended up where you began. and you give up trying, you give up hoping. you accept the things the way they are. the way they're supposed to be.

people are pushing you, dragging you, instigating you, daring you, provoking you. irritated, you are... but you remained calm, on the outside of course, while you raged with hatred inside. but you try, containing.

containing what's inside of you.

silence, be quiet.
the sheer utter of your breath cuts.

silence, behold.
you will burn.

yes

you will be burnt,


in hell.

HATER OF TIME.

he dread the coming of tomorrow
for he's fearing what might be there.

he's stuck in the present,
wishing somebody would erase

the tainted history,
behind him.

he feels too weak to proceed
he's too proud to retreat.

stuck inbetween,
such predicament.

dying seems to easy,
life has no meaning

he's afraid of what's coming,
hiding beneath his flesh

unnoticed by the devils,
heavens and earths.

a streak of light,
forcing through the densely formed clouds

they were darkened,
for his faith had been weakened.

a hand,
something to hold on to

a longing for a home,
for a belonging.

somewhere,
he can never find.

he fears tomorrows,
hates yesterdays,

dying to change the presents.
a hater of time.

(waiting for...)

a belonging,
an identity.

somebody,
someone.

you.