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07:31 Jan 14 2007
Times Read: 752
I often dreamed of somebody
Who’ll bring the best in me
Someone who’ll truly love be
My best pal as can be
But the world seems oh so touch
That life would be that rough
And searching for as such
Would mean a look at vast
I’ve gone from over desserts
And mountains I had climbed
From here and there and everywhere
That thing was never found
And all the while I noticed
That someone at my side
I saw and found it out
That someone there was “i”
07:30 Jan 14 2007
Times Read: 753
Got a shiny new haircut,
My scalp is shaven to the roots,
You can see through my guts,
Friends all gone to celebrate,
My family is just outside,
Everyone can't wait.
a nearly meal just for me,
the aroma;
savory and deadly.
A man in a white gown;
Like a devil in disguise,
Prays calmly but eyes in frown.
Now my final procession,
And the words come in rapidly,
They jumbled in my mind.
Not so far from me I see my royal chair,
Matched with my signatured robe;
Noble knights tuck me in my royal throne with err.
At last my crown I wear,
Bracelets fastened,
I close my eyes and feel warm tears
I was a speck,
I thought,
And I deserve this wreck.
I heard every second,
The ticks were big bass drums in my ear,
Five, four, I'm near and
I'm sorry for all I've lack
Three, two, one
Black
07:29 Jan 14 2007
Times Read: 754
geniuses knew things too much, scholars studied those immortals,
experienced them and through their eyes they see things all
through differently, they lived it for so long.... but i, a creature of dumb thoughts,
never knew of life and love as i roamed my limited territory.
gray colored mornings are spent unimagineably and dark nights
followed painfully. i just knew myself to be innocent, more or less an ignorant.
with the four walls sorrounding my heart, it seems that everyhting was wrong.
but how can it be, the stupid that i was learnt everything. you shared me the
knowledge of love that i thought only the scholars knew. how wonderful it is
to live in a world were evrything is great, a place where only you and i know.
you led me to a path of pure happiness and made me live as though there
is no end. you made me feel loved more than enough than a genius can think of.
you decorated my life with riches of heart. the bright shining star up above are pulled
down by you for me to wish on, and it is you who brought the light to my days,
warming it up with your sweetest smile and brown deep set eyes.
it's too good to be true i know, that's why the dead brown leaves started to fall,
the sweetsmelling flowers withered from it's abundance, and my ever happy
heart painfully bleeds and floods with tears. just how you came rushing into my
life, you left me standing in a middle of nowhere. did you hear me crying, pleading
for you to come back and reaching your hands? you're out of my life and so is the
love you gave me. but everyday of my life i'll wait, for maybe one day you'll came and
bring life to me again... even just for a while.
07:21 Jan 14 2007
Times Read: 755
Simple...
Let him see the flicker of angeR that burned your heart into ashes.
Let him feel the sorrow and pain that he gave you.
Slap his face till blood drips from his nose and mouth.
Let him sank into the tears and watch him choking.
Torture his hope to love again.
Remember, never have pity on him.
Leave him suffering & dying from your punishments.
Turn around, walk slowly but never turn back.
Close your ears so you won't hear his pleadings for mercy.
Hold back your tears till You turned your back on him.
And most of all, never let him see that the soul
of his tormentor suffers the most from the very
punishment you settled before him.
07:14 Jan 14 2007
Times Read: 756
as the clock ticks and the world revolves,
together with the fast passing of people,
you will soon forget me and all our memories
by then, i will slowly close my eyes
and stop inhaling the air of life for an infinite moment
my battered soul will rise and move
invisibly towards the cloudy stairs
heading towards the heaven
i want to go somewhere in the universe,
where i could see angels
singing on the midst o fthe sweet smelling fog
a place where i could lay on a white clouds of smoke
covered with white and red petals of roses
and then i will whisper your name to the wind
and let it carry my message through the vast people and space.
there, i will stay for as long as the skies are blue,
the angles are white and love is still considered as red.
i will look down to those i'd loved for some time in my life
and greet them with my unseen smile.
i want to see them happy and much better even without me
who just happened to pass by over their busy life.
then as forever continues,
you will soon get here to the place
where i am staying.
as you close your eyes for the last time
i will blow a warm breeze
to carry you to eternal peace and tranquility;
a feeling tha i'd longed for
when i was still living.
and as the tear drops of heaven fall,
the brightness of it's doors will open for you,
and there,
wit the angels and saints singing,
i will be waiting to welcome you
to my special place where i wouldn't lose you anymore.
together, we will discover the wonders of God
where eternity awaits us
08:15 Jan 01 2007
Times Read: 759
what does it take to be a poet, or rather, a good poet?
i tried to read philosophical and poetry made by genius minds and yet in my anger of not possessing that skill, i wasn;t also granted the ability to understand the words scribbled across the page.
i repeatedly made some poetries, journals and short stories, but it only left me unsatisfied with my thirst to produce a masterful peice of words.
all of it are nothing and i felt the hollowness of it. sometimes i question myself what made those western and asian poetries famous and valued, when i, myself cannot understand the very essence of it.
most of the time, i wondered if the poem is made to be blank of meaning and the poet leaves the readers the judgement and interpretation to it. in the long run, these interpretations by the people would be widely accepted, thus making t he poem famous.
this questions and ideas, i never told anyone, i let it flow out of me like water from teh glass and allow teh wind to carry it to places i only dreamed of, whisper it to the ears of geniuses i would never know.
the very wind which carried my thoughts never came back with answers and my mind continued to work like bits and pieces of mechanical connections inside a clock.
ideas are continually formed inside my gary and pink pulsing brain, ideas that could change the world or make me rich only if it will be realized.
my thorned heart whispered that these ideas are precious and i must put it into words and write it down so as to record my thoughts and memories for future purposes.
but it my great anxiety, nothing came out of me, no poetic words or figurative speech. just the thought swirling right before my eyes like a smoke tha can never be grasped, i stared at nothingness and feel desperate for not being able to write down my ideas masterfully and realize again and again for a millionth time that these idea will only be blown away by the wind undocumented and unappreciated forever
07:56 Jan 01 2007
Times Read: 756
The night was dark and teh air was damp
I walked alone on a thorny ramp
Clawlike trees started to cave in
The earth was opening from deepp within
I saw a vixen standing as if in a trance
The vixen looked back and walked a step
With its gleaming eyes, i saw its depth
A tear drop fell like a diamond bit
A sharp thorn protruding from its bloody feet
I drew closer and felt the searing pain
The same agony it has like an acid rain
As i stood near, i dropped to my knees
Pulled the thorn and brought forth peace
I wiped the tears from its pleading eyes
And saw the gloom leave out the skies
Then i realized the vixen transformed
to a familiar creature i sure have known
The vixen was me and in its eyes i see
A reflection of someone who set me free
It took my hand and walked on through
I was delighted to cruise with that man called
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