Category: 09th

Envy is a slithering insecurity.
Envy is the feeling of drinking poison.
Envy is a snake.
Peace is the caress of water on skin.
Peace is the feeling of laying in the grass.
Peace is a whisper of a dream.
Anger is the ringing of ears.
Anger is the feeling of tearing paper.
Anger is a confining box.
Love is the flicker of heat across cheeks.
Love is the feeling of curling up in a blanket.
Love is the twinkling of fairy lights.
Hatred is a vein of darkness.
Hatred is the feeling of dirty dishwater.
Hatred is boiling storm clouds.
Joy is the warmth of sunlight.
Joy is the feeling of being uncontainable.
Joy is a jack-in-the-box.
Sadness is the pressure of a grey day.
Sadness is the feeling of a weighted blanket.
Sadness is humidity.
Emotions are a movie full of color.
Emotions are the feeling of an unpredictable book.
Emotions vary.

My, oh my! What has happened to the sky?!
It is so very hot, feel like our skin is gonna fry.
Why, oh why! Must this happen to I?!
Our extinction has come, doomsday sirens begin to cry.
Try? Don’t try. Because the end will not comply.
Lie, just lie. It is time for us to die.
Don’t panic, It’ll be over in the blink of an eye.
Goodbye, goodbye. Get ready to fly.
Reach for the light, feel the darkness purify.
It’s the End of Time. Oh my, oh my.

The street lights in the night
Shine like a star
The stars are sailing in the
Dark, dark Ocean
In middle of the Ocean
There is a floating small boat

In the boat
There is someone
That no one hate
But no one like
So he keep hide in the boat

The boat sail
Sail by the waves
Move towards to the bright star
Which it will never reach
The closer to her
The more he will hide in to shadow

Breathe in the last breath
Breathe out the last sigh
After the last tear drop touch the ground

There will be my funeral
To someone it is social party
To someone it is blind date
To someone it is duty
To someone it is just funeral

If a person who despise me
Come to my funeral
Please, don’t cry for me
Please, smile for me
Smile for me with regret

So my feelings of all the suffering
I been through
Could reach to the sky
So I could be a star in the night sky
Made of miserable pieces of heart

There is no mirror to shine my feelings
So I cross my arm with knife
There is only dried black blood

The times passes
Only hole of twilight watching me
I know
I’m just missing you
I know
After time passes your face will
Break down fall down and disappear
I know
I shouldn’t miss you

I know

I don’t think It’s good to see you
It would be better if I didn’t see you

When you were look so happy
I was in the night
I was in dark, dark night

When the sun is bright
When the sunshine greet you
Only the shadow of my conscience in the night sky greet me

Oh the shadow, please give me regards
To pour out my tears
To pour out my anxiety
To pour out my misfortune
If I pour out everything, maybe I can see her tears
Even if it’s going to see her last

The Queen was ostentatious,
Dressing up for ordinary things,
And she was very selfish.
She acted as if she had wings,
Trying to fly away from her problems.
But she was trying to delude the people of her land,
Only she did not succeed.
This sparked anger between the people,
Causing them to go berserk,
Destroying everything in their vicinity,
Creating an insurrection against her.
They destroyed the main edifice,
Which blocked the people from the Queen,
And mauled the soldiers that came at them,
Like ripping up little stuffed animals.
The Queen called for a peaceful forum,
But this was belated,
For the people had brought havoc to her castle.
But one thing they did not know,
Was that the Queen was ambidextrous with a sword.
She went bravely into the streets,
Where the people came at her from every direction.
She fended them off,
And went to meet the leaders of the insurrection.
They deliberated for an hour or so,
And came to friendly terms.
She proposed a thesis,
A one with egalitarian principles.
In her mind she was invincible,
For she had faced her fears.
After creating peace,
She felt the need to create more,
So she left her realm towards others.
One by one she changed them,
Although making a list of unhappy rulers.
Those rulers pondered together on what to do to her,
And concluded that she should be jailed.
They sent hundred’s of soldiers to go and capture her,
In which they did.
She was jailed for 2 weeks,
By then news had spread.
All of the people from every region came together,
And protested for her freedom.
The rulers did not budge,
Angering the people.
They started to fight,
But the rulers had too much manpower,
They could not be stopped.
Once the people had gone home,
The soldiers soon followed.
But not all of the people went home,
Some stayed back,
Attempting to free her from jail.
They hacked away at the wall in her cell from the outside,
Eventually freeing her from her captors.
They fled to one of the regions,
Where she was treated like a Queen among the people.
The rulers searched every region thoroughly,
But they could not find her.
She had vanished into thin air,
And she never resurfaced.
She was a legend among the people,
And stories about her passed through every generation.
They praised her,
Saying that she was a true Queen,
Continuing her legacy.

You sat at the corner
Seemed like the shadow was your friend
I sat beside you with silence, with sympathy

You kept look at the floor
You only sighed
You kept remind of me
So I talked to you with identity

You seemed like lonely
So I give you a hand quietly
Because I can fill that loneliness with others
Because I know that loneliness
Because I am lonely
I am lonely…..

Sunlight falls, echoing through cat furs and invisible dust drifting through the air.
An old wooden chest, hiding under a stack of quilts and blankets
Within, it holds adventures and secrets,
Playable mysteries with printed boards
and pearly dice, excitement or sometimes boredom in cardboard boxes.
The chest is far greater than what it holds,
The intricately painted sides are much older than they appear, it came from across the sea to this country before this country was fought for and created.

My sister and I dig beneath the blankets, open the lid and explore throughout the man-made canyons of stacked board games, from modern times and decades past.
We set the game on the living room aged carpet of blues and black.
A carpet that has traveled with us from our first house, that sat on a corner under the shade of tall oak trees that sheltered many a lost toy and scraped knee, to the house where my sister and I set up the board game.

Next to us, the cat worms his way under the sienna toned coffee table, another piece traveled from the first home to this one.

Carved within the sanded and polished surface are scratches and gouges from sources unknown, to ones unfortunately remembered.
The cat doesn’t know this, he simply finds solace in a cavity between the floor and a lower shelf of wood underneath the regular tabletop.
Stacked upon the lower shelf are tomes, recorded in great detail describing history or art.

Maybe once of great value to a studying student, but now they sit, abandoned
Replaced by a greater tome of unseen wires, circuits and infinite sources, whether trustworthy or not.
The cat still knows nothing of the stories the books contain both on the inside and out.

He watches us, while we laugh and groan, as the rules of the game frustrate and amuse us.
We don’t pay mind to the artifacts all around us
We don’t need to, they have been with us our whole lives and we know their stories.

We were too close to be just friend
Maybe that’s why leaving you was so hurt

I was fall in love too deep
Maybe that’s why staying with you was so hurt

We didn’t tried to change
Maybe that’s why we could go forever

I didn’t see you since we lost in sins
Maybe that’s why seeing you again was hurt so much

I know deep in my heart
Everything is over
Maybe that hurts the most