:: .:d i c e d:. ::

I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

Free Palestine!

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v Sunday, June 13, 2004 v

eh, am so tired from unr
Am really proud n impressed by Amal.

Eh, sam just msged about sharing fel's n hy's pressie for $5 each. Ok lah, they're nice ppl.
Somehow, don't think they all will bother for me. I'm too cliqueish i think. in class. I'm ok, but cliqueish.

Feelings non-existent, loss of a tortured soul.
So cold and fearful, unnoticed and unclaimed.

Left as one alone, on the endless road.
To bear on for a lifetime, of loneliness.
She sits alone and slowly fades

away into nothingness and as she struggles on.

Her mind begins to wander.
Thoughts of endless bliss.

The wind her only friend.
Never again to be cared for.
She tries to hold her head up high.
Just a mask to hide the tears behind.
Only wanting to die,
As they sit by and watch

Another dead existence, dreams torn apart.
As the spirit dies. Hiding behind the lies.

And silent darkness.


Still a bit curious that they never got me a present. I DON'T think they shared with yancy. quite sad yeah... I'm sure they feel bad, but it's kinda sad for them to pretend.

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 5:51 pm [+]