Moon upon the water.He laments about your absence, And how he's missed your touch. The truth is that your presence, Was only a mirage.Moon upon the water.
You're a moon upon the water, A reflection in the lake. Reached upon to touch; you falter, Empty promises do you make.
I've watched from a distance now, As you danced from heart to heart. What I want to know is how, You bring yourself to part.
As flighty as a bird, You claim to like the freedom, I think you're just absurd, Dorothy lost in a magic kingdom.
Soon your web of lies, Will trap your flighty f
The love of miseryThis pretty picture on the wall, Of a time long gone and dead, A whisper of things that were, A glimpse of what will never be again.The love of misery
Studiously the picture is studied, Every single chance I get. Like moths to lights I'm drawn, Floating to imminent death.
It makes me sorrowful to glimpse it, But I keep it just the same, Seemingly enamored by my sorrow, On the wall the picture does remain.
Perhaps I thrive on misery, What a story that would make. Of the boy that was so thirsty, His own tears did he drink.
A limb hurts the
Deranged MusingsWhat if the sky rained fire and the earth under our feet crumbled? Only stale toxic air to breathe; to cloud our minds. Clouded minds to mirror the clouds of dust. But is that not so the case today?Deranged Musings
The world falls apart ever so slowly. But not in the way we expect. We expect theatrics, some drama to apocalypse. But our drama is now a dramady so we ignore it.
Does it matter how we fall? Or does the fall matter at all? Maybe it's just what's at the end of the fall that matters. Does mattering even matter?
He blubbers, he blunders, he stumbles To
My Heart's PrayerMy Heart’s PrayerMy Heart's Prayer
Dear God, I need your help tonight I’m tired, weak and in need of comfort I’ve spread my wings to take flight But these chains that embrace me offer no support The fire inside that urges me to fight now gives no light And the truth that was once so clear, the darkness distorts
My eyes are pulled down to the ground beneath me They refuse to look up to the sky where my heart belongs Instead, they glare at the problem at hand hopelessly Soon they forget of the freedom we had before our wrongs Now all that they know is the shackle’s gift of misery &n
Dots
Neutral
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Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
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"Those who never take anything too seriously have a distinct advantage over those who do"
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A man is not about how many fights he's won, or how many girls he's bonked. What makes a man is how he does not compromise on his convictions and beliefs in life. Or at least that's what I tell myself T_T
-Pencilman_Kai-
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"Those who never take anything too seriously have a distinct advantage over those who do"
Another fellow Singaporean!
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You don't know me.
So don't act like you do.
Don't ask me either,
'Cause I too don't have a clue.
... Evelyn ...
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A man is not about how many fights he's won, or how many girls he's bonked. What makes a man is how he does not compromise on his convictions and beliefs in life. Or at least that's what I tell myself T_T
-Pencilman_Kai-
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