Rage comic

Forever Dreamland

Perfect life will never exist,
no matter how much you strive or persist.
actions are null, words are passing winds,
I'm sick of living, deciphering hints.

I lay my head, eyes shut tight,
sealed room, no sight of sunlight.
my heart beats fast, my veins are pumping,
reminiscing the words i avoided using.

Soon i'll be drifted away, in a world I created,
reoccuring incidents where i've once regretted.
all is well, felt more real than reality,
beginning to refuse to wake in agony.

Escaping the cruel world, the unforgiving soul,
those infuriating people, manipulating whole,
how i wish i can stay here forever,
eyes shut tight and waking up,never...

A note to you.

Don't teach me to live without you.
Don't teach me to not give a fuck about you.
Don't teach me "privacy".
when that day comes,
i will know that i don't even need you.

Arcade: Candy Machine JACKPOT!

Latest addiction:

Silly

Surrounded by wide yonder's green,

silence, serene and beautiful scene.

Gardens of flowers as far as eyes can see,

plucking stalks of flowers under the tree.

Yes,No,Yes,No,Yes,No...Yes,

petals of flowers made a mess.

Is she cheating or is she not?

I'll finish the bouquet in the pot.

Sitting alone, felt like a fool,

letting myself being used like a tool.

Time will tick and pain will go,

I will give us another go.

*Plucking flowers*

On my own~

What makes us?

Judgemental eyes,
Society-driven thoughts,
Tainted hearts,
Impaling words,
Scarring actions,
Ill-meaning agitations.

What makes us?

Chameleon masks,
Adaptive nature,
Fake goals,
Selective hearing,
Mutative memories,
Vain-driven motivation.

What makes us?

Eye candy,
Materialistic satisfaction,
Possessiveness,
Fogless future,
Achievable benchmarks,
Win against money-slavery.

What makes us?

Internal progression,
Walking tall, fist in the air;
Chest out, bulletproof;
Trust in none, hurt no more,
On my own.

Is what makes me.

Present of the future past

Have you ever gave yourself a deep thought about something?

If you are given a chance to go back in time,

To right one wrong,

to speak then, or to forever hold your peace?

What will it be?

Is it when you first said " I love you"?

Or the time when you were broken after?

The time when you finally ignored a cry for attention,

or the moment you actually opened up to them before?

That few meet ups of smiles and giggles that they put on your face,
or when they finally make your tears flow like it worths nothing?

The decision that keeps you both a stranger,
or the time when you decide to make him a stranger, once more?

Present of the future past,
you can right one wrong before it passes... Done.