Tuesday, December 28, 2010

the 37th page

It's a little bit fragile isn't it?
Can't be squeezed too much yar?

When the last thing I ever had was a heart,
then you took it..
and I had only one thing to say from apart,
just don't crush it.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

the 36th page

I won't be drawing the heart on the sand,
once the wave comes, it will be rinsed away

...instead, the heart will be preserved,
and last forever, for the world to see.

I have so much stories to tell,
...but it's Untitled.

Friday, December 24, 2010

the 35th page

I don't want to be dead before you can see me!

We will find each other eh? Yes we will.
We find each other.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

the 34th page

the hardest part is when I have to keep
pretending I don't know you in the middle of a crowd.
It's a real pain

Just now, I couldn't breath. I lose my breath. and I am dead serious!
But then, I ran. As far as I could to catch some thin air.
And my lungs went back to it's normal shape.
And my heart was ok for the time being.
Just... a minute OKAY!
All because of you.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

the 33rd page

I don't know why am I wearing such a mask!

What makes me happy, makes me happier!
What makes me bad, makes me worse.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

the 32nd page

I don't want you to leave me,
because I'm not going to leave you. Never!

Kalau di situ ada senyap,
biarlah senyap itu senyap yang tenang,
bukan senyap kita senyap yang sumbang...

Monday, December 13, 2010

the 31st page

truth begins in lies, dear people..

When today, you'd tell a person the secrets you have,
then tomorrow, they'll keep telling lies to you.

Friday, December 10, 2010

the 30th page

we are on the same road, but different cars.

If you are afraid of nightmares, then wake up!

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

the 29th page

when water runs deep...

Sometimes, silence makes it hard to find words,
and that is when rain is needed.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

the 28th page

it's either me, you, or time will win this battle!
We know the rules,

here comes the thunder that loves the rain
here comes what we never expect
the tears that love the joys
a perfect subject that teaches gratitude
to the world that refuses to change it's attitude
the mystery of hatred that loves the love
and the silence that peeks the loud.

but last night's dream
gave the slightest perfect move
dragging some unrejected theories
even after all,even after all..
the game goes on. and on....
'till one starts smiling and,
one stops crying, one have won!