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Sunday, November 22, 2009

Hey

"Hey Mary, John seems to be sad."

"Don't worry Rene, if he has any problem, he can talk to you."

"I guess you're right, but what about me?"


I guess this sums up everything.

Chase

I was chasing that dream.
When everyone has deserted me,
I continue in hot pursuit.
Or at least I thought I was.

Till it finally end.
I awoke from it.
For it was not the dream I was chasing.
I was chasing an answer.
For it had eluded me far too long.

As I cling on to my pride.
I swallow all my sorrow.
Letting loose all my pain would mean chaos.
I withstand all those laughter
Brought upon me by myself.

For I chase the wrong thing.
I will not run.
You should be running.

From now on,
I shall not chase.
I shall let life come to me.
Passive as ever.
This shall be me.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Lies

What am I holding on to?
I see things.
Things which are lies.
No matter how hard we try.
We lie.

Maybe it's better that way.
That we should live in our own bubble.
I lied to let you go.
You lied to get me going.
That was the perfect scenario.

Who wants to lie?
But life itself is a lie.
Lie itself has life.
I know by now.
Yet many live in ignorance.

If it really needs a lie to make you live well,
I ask you why not?
For you live you life.
Along with your lie.

I can see lies around me.
I see far more than you think I can.
I am smarter than I look.
Yet, I'm still the better liar.
We play a dangerous game.
I have no plans of stopping.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Maybe I'm fed up

Maybe this...
Maybe that...
why is there so many maybe in my life?
maybe that's life?

How many times do I need to do this?
How many lies must I tell?
How much time do I need?

Seriously, I'm quite fed up...
I'm fed up with myself already...

Monday, November 9, 2009

Smile kills

I just realized how lonely I am.
Or rather how lonely I can be.
Why is it that way?
Why is it that when I have problems?
I couldn't find people to talk to?
Do I not trust them?
Or maybe I just wasn't serious?

I noticed.
That when I tell my problems,
I would either be crying or smiling.
I don't cry often.
Maybe that's why people don't take me seriously?
Who would when I tell them I have problem and I'm smiling there?