Saturday, 23 August 2014

Stop missing everything..


"Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by 
our tears once in a while, so that we can 
see life with clearer view again."
- Alex Tan

why only start to miss when things have changed? why only miss when nothing will 
ever be the same anymore? why only miss when you've gone? why only 
miss when time couldn't reverse back to those precious moments? why only miss 
when there's nothing left but a broken heart? 
why am i starting to miss everything now?..
Memories often tears people apart.. the more you wanted to forget about it,
the more it came to you, the more you remembered.. the more you hurt.
because memories never die.

i wish i could unmeet you.

Friday, 15 August 2014

Heart Of Ice

The beat of rain upon the land
Broken teardrop in my hand
Shattered remains upon the ground
My beating heart the only sound

A twisted tale chiseled in stone
Stories forgotten as the voices drone
Heart of ice, frozen in time
Far away, bells start to chime

The wind whispers through the trees
Voices carried on each breeze
Cries and sobs drown each bell
Secrets kept that no one shall tell

A tear cast aside that came to you
Reflecting anger and lies turned true
A tear that fell, yet went unshed
An unseen symbol filled with dread

Lonesome night to wash away
Heart wrenching pain of another day
The scattered pieces of a broken heart
Sewn together yet fallen apart

Broken tear the remains of a love
That burst to flames sent above
Heart of ice turned to stone
These silent voices start to drone

They tell these tales as through the end
Was at their side until they send
Each tale to lay before these lies
Glittering shards of diamond eyes

This heart of ice is the only link
Chained in black bound by ink
Surviving each cay by only a drop
Lest its beating was ever to stop

As each day slowly wears on
The last shreds of hope are long gone

In the field of grass, of diamond lies
Unseen by all except dreaming eyes
The spirits lie, awaiting the sacrifice
That is to be this heart of ice. 

Friday, 1 August 2014

Here comes another month.


And it's August. It seemed like this year passed really quick or maybe time really does flies. You either catch it breathlessly or you don't. Year 2014 wasn't really a good year I suppose. But yknow what, lets just hope this month will be better than before. 

     Half of the year has gone, and 2015 is only 4 months away, just let that sink in already! most people might say. Each year as I grew older I gained more and more new experiences in life. Well thats pretty cool. But learn new things is one thing and getting older is another.. Do you ever get that feeling when you have no idea what are you doing with your life? why are you even born to be a part of this world? ..just those sort of depressing and lifeless moments yeah because same. I kind of lack of motivations in life lately, to fight for what I'm supposed to. Its lifelessly tiring. Ughh. 
Hoping I'll get those feelings out of me soon.. or I might be really going to go crazyly mad hah.  


Tuesday, 29 July 2014


Look how she's changed,
Look how she's grown,
The personality changes
I should have known

The make up she wears,
Each day it gets thicker
Why is she doing this?
To grow up quicker? 

The day she comes in
She runs to her room
Is it really possible,
To feel so much gloom?

The tears in her eyes,
Her heart as it breaks
She will learn to realize
Her minor mistakes

I cuddle her in
I miss times like this
The young girl that smiled
My gorgeous 'Little miss'

Now her dancing, and prancing
The games we did play
Her sorrow, it drifts memories
So many miles away

I call her down 
As I do each time
To ask her to share with me
The troubles of her prime

The response was different
To the one I used to know
She stared up at me
She was beginning to let go

The stories she told
The rumours she'd heard
No wonder my princess
Had not said a word

The thing she said next
Opened my eyes
To a world I'd never known
To world of hurt and hated and lies

'Mum' she said
As the tales unfurled
'This is the life,
Of a Teenage Girl'.

Saturday, 5 July 2014



She laid on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying so hard to 
hold back the tears that wanted to fall down her face.

Memories of their conversations kept invading her thoughts and all
she wanted to do was take back every single one of them...

Thursday, 12 June 2014

No one understand.

have you ever laid in your bed and just cried? because you think you're ugly. because you're always not good enough for everyone and anyone. you've counted all your flaws from head to toe, making yourself feel worse. cried because of all the comments that blurt out actually hurt? cried because your family is dysfunctional and never understands you. they tell you to stop complaining. that you have it so much better than the kids in Africa, even though they don't understand your life either. you don't want to feel like an attention seeker, so you bottle everything up. around family and friends, you've created this lying smile and people believe it. but then at night time, when you're all alone in bed, the girl who everyone thought was always so happy, is there crying her broken heart out.