Living in a make-believe land is all about ME, sounds self-centered, right? But reality hurts so much that the only place I can escape to is through writing. One of the mediums used to getaway from pain. Well here are some of my works yet:
B27th BATCH
Assalamualaikum, how are you?
Hope you're fine and not in the blue
I have a little story to tell you
Hope you'll enjoy as you read through.
What is the B27th batch?
Let me tell you
It's not money and cash
And no, we never have any brawl or clash
We believe in unity
to strive for victory
It's nothing personal,
just our proposal.
We've done many things
good and bad
Mind you, we've always
got each other's backs.
So you see,
we are born in the year '95
and this year
we are in Form Five.
We must not fall
or we will lose it all
As SPM is our aim
to bring glory to the school's name.
To tell the truth
there are more to prove
Do come by and give us a hi
In the meantime, we have to wave you goodbye.
I have a weakness
and thou I try not to show it
I have to accept
That I can't hide nor avoid
as much as I try
I have promised not to cry
I'm not going to be dependent
on a human's material or force
with all the pain and stress
to me, it should be something
I can handle
but if I breakdown
I feel no tears, I taste no fears
my most vulnerable side
lies within my writing
but not just a mere diary,
it's a poem and a song
it says little but means
A Lot to Me...
The Broken Compass
I'm at dead end
I don't know how to turn back
I've got tot get back on track
Cause it's killing me if I drown
I need somebody to help me turn around...
Cause,
when I lost my direction
and my compass is broken
and when I lost my position
and I've got nothing
but only a broken compass
Somebody save me from this mess...
Dear Diary
Oh dear...
my little piece of emotions
start to fly away
cause everything I pour down
into a book
into my personal journal
the place where my soul aches...
There's so little to say, but a lot to write,
I wish my magic pen would stop moving
but I can't if my mind binds with the Dear Diary...
Oh dear...
my precious catastrophic tales
start to reveal themselves
cause everything I pour out
into a paper
into my secret ally
the place where my soul was satisfied...
Oh, leave my world and me alone!
cause some things are precious
and some things ae memorable...
please, dear diary
help me to feel sane in this world
help me to cope with myself
I'm pouring out every pieces of me
Help me save myself from
this apocalypse in me...
Exposed!
I feel exposed
The media has done it again
I feel ashamed
Everyone's pointing finger at me
as though I've lost my dignity
but no
it's not real
it's just some perks
the truth likes to reveal itself
as an ex-convicted
all of these are accusations
next time, I'll take precaution...
Good Luck
Just go. Leave. Please
Bye bye...
you are on the verge
of leaving us
It won't be long, you say
But there's nothing I could say...
Why can't I just say
I'm sorry or good luck
or anything than watching
and being silent
Somehow I've become so speechless
wordless, utter-less,
what happen till
I don't know my own speech?
Because you're leaving us...
I know you'll meet again
but I know you'll fly again
and that even maybe
I was pointless, text less
I was left to be spontaneous
but seriously,
I don't know how to say
goodbye...
Going abroad is great
I'm happy for you
even if I don't show it
I still want you to know
We have faith for you
Just be great...
I 4Get U More
Alas
I've found something
to get u off my mind
cause ur a waste of time
how could ur sweet talk
was hard to erase
from my mind but
now I can breath...
Finally
I 4Get U More
I think u less now
I don't need u to make
me smile anymore
I've found a girl's
new best friend,
Her name is MUSIC
Thank God
I've got myself occupied
from reminding myself to you
cause ur always in the blue
how could I waste my energy
persuading myself to make u see
but now I've seen...
I've got tired arms
and sore throat
tired feet from the running
changing chord, lyrics
and rhythm but I don't mind...
It's way more fun and less
stressful than be with you...
Personally
Personally
I admire that ur not trying
u don't want to
but everyone wants you
it's like ur a magnet
I can't believe I'm becoming
like them...
So, tell me
y do u do all of these stuffs?
u deny because u say
it's not the worth
personally
I think ur kind
despite the stuffs you've done
ur still nice
I can still compromise...
Not that
I believe when everyone suggest
you are right
I put my faith and energy
for you
I, at first thought
you were like others
apparently, u r kind and thoughtful
somehow I think ur still lacking
It's not that I doubt on you...
Not that I don't see
I have my words of wisdom
I never thought you be the same...
Because I was surrounded with
people discolored of my view
until I become so quiet
I laid silence at the back...
eventually you and I shed some lights on the day...
A Question U Asked Me
I recall a question u asked me
I never answer it honestly
It's not like I forget
I was just avoiding
but true,
I never thought about it
Something's are just more important
than fulfilling a stereotype girls' dreams
I'm sorry I wouldn't list it out
cause I got no clue about
and yes, if I must admit,
I'm still naive
or maybe not smart about guys
And maybe I like friends
but I 'm not so keen with relationship,
It's like betting yourself and
sharing a life with someone
you doubt...
A Kind Token...
Despite what u did to me
sometimes u r really kind
at least what u wrote to me
was sincere
even if it wasn't a love note
it's a kind token of friendship...
Breakdown
I've had it
I don't want this life anymore
It's not how I expected it to be
Thou, I knew the outcome
I just never knew that
it would end up worse.
What are they trying to pull?
What are they trying to do?
What are they trying to push?
They say it's for our own good
or for their own benefit
so they would get applause
and recognition, titles
that bundles and awards aplenty...
I don't get it anymore
when educators educated youths
for a pure cause
Now it's all like for another agenda
that is just SICK...
I don't want this part anymore...
Saying Farewell
Everyone is leaving
They will left us
with just memories and tears
All of our fear that has been gone
is coming chasing in our dreams.
I wish it's just a play
where it all ends and everyone
laughs but this is not a stage
Something in the script
I forgot to say
as it's the hardest thing for me to say
Cause the truth is
I'm never good at Saying Farewell...
Masterpiece
Like a white canvas
At first my life was so empty
I need to paint this canvas
I need to fill up with amazing things
What could you do with just colors and paintbrush?
Lets make a masterpiece
a divine artwork of awe and attraction
I wish my life was just as colorful
as my masterpiece
A lifetime is short but infinite
Like a piece of paper
you can do almost anything with it
Fulfill your world with the finest creation
and then you'll get your masterpiece.
Half A Decade
When we reached into secondary school, we were promising ourselves for five years of surviving the ups and downs as learning teenagers-thirst for knowledge and crave for fun.
Form One-it was the age of immaturity and finding identity. What we were trying to do was to FIT IN.
Form Two-we learned a lot more of each other and to give and take. We were BREAKING WALLS of the egoistic barrier that kept us apart.
Form Three-as we faced one of the most crucial year in our lives, everything was ABOUT US. Surviving PMR and being united for all of the good causes.
Form Four-we came back after such a struggle and the doubt plundered suggesting it was DISASTER YEAR because things became HARDER, ROUGHER and TOUGHER.
Form Five-we were facing the fact that we would leave and finally say goodbye. We had to face SPM and hoped to perform the best FINALE of our schooling lives.