I personally believe..

New Beginning.

chron3z — Thu, 10 Feb 2011 01:24:57 +0000

Alone and broken
No words were spoken
To relate the hopelessness I feel inside
No matter how much I mourned and cried
Thoughts reverted
Emotions twisted
Confused without a trail to follow,
Each step taken felt frail
Felt sorrow

And silence.

Without a pinch of hope in me
Stretched to the extent of being in lunacy
Nobody helped and nobody cared
Ever onlooking without sympathy to spare
And now I feel so alone
Speaking only in a monotone
Talking to myself just to try to survive
In this cold-hearted world
Feeling barely alive

Where is the honour?
Where is the pride?
That I felt once, so deeply inside?
Left in loneliness, with no one to care
No one to love and no one to share
Should I stop protesting?
About the life that I lead?
Remain here motionless accepting defeat?

Why is there, the angst in me
That never stopped complaining,
Not letting me be?
Why am I living in this cold-blooded war?
Why is this happening?
What is it for?

Is there no solicitudity in this world?
Somebody
Help me solve this enigma, and make it unfurl…
I’m tired of living this solitary part,
This monologous character,
So rebellious at heart.

Though I know this life is not a fantasy;
Sometimes I feel the urge, to be wild, and be free.
And close my eyes and count up to five

And hope that a new beginning will arrive.

My Illusion.

chron3z — Tue, 11 Jan 2011 06:50:44 +0000

Those little words inside, carved upon the silky desires of men
A passion without reason or will, ensuing in all that is within
I trust those words to be of my use

As this sword of cravings and atrocity weeps calmly in its sheath
But to whom do I revoke these thoughts to?

Below the deuce of wrecked livings and stories spun
Or the teeth of the beast that is me

Is this art? Or just a disease without a sound
Condemned for a moment
Frozen but forever

A breathable heart, docked on its throne
With a thorn in its side, pulling these bellows away

A silent chime from the death bell miles away
Where the ill-fated cries faithfully along
And where were you, all this while?

Asleep.

-randomly composed

Hypo-context.

chron3z — Wed, 24 Nov 2010 18:24:55 +0000

A classic example of how logic trumps logic.

“1 is equal to 0.999999…”

Illogical, but it is.

I see you nodding.

Nodding off.

20 & 9.

chron3z — Sun, 14 Nov 2010 19:52:45 +0000

and when i thought that i cant eat no more they shove a birthday cake to my face

LOL thanks guys

Charades. Of Lies.

chron3z — Sun, 14 Nov 2010 09:02:20 +0000

Make no mistake.

I beg you to tread these paths that you take, with caution.
A simple slip of the tongue might injure an entire country.
There’s no telling what it’ll conjure next.

Yes, I call it ‘it’.
A being with no soul, but a being just the same.

My utmost sympathy extends to the projections raveling inside it.
But like a whip, a hideous crack echoed.
Leaving me speechless.

It tries to find a new haven to settle in from the torid storms it made.
But a life composed of lies and deceit will never be at rest.
Only a minute beam could be seen quivering from this it.
Such are its ways.

Stupendously stupid.

Remnants.

chron3z — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 11:26:16 +0000

‘Tis a long draught. Even the greatest of all heroes have fallen by the onslaught.
I doubt you will remember any of their achievements, sadly.
For it is those who seek and try to find depths of the creations that fathom.
And any condemnation might be too harsh for the century.
Though relevance is not a subject, it will still be regretted.

Fool.

You thought so much. But it is not abundant.
The tiniest member of history still lies untouched.
Waiting for the moment. Silently.
Subsequently.

I confer.

Smack it again.

chron3z — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 11:50:28 +0000

Who said that there are certain problems in life that we cannot fix?
I will prove to you otherwise.
Let me see, where are you?

Ah-hah! There you go!
Scram, you monster. We shall not concur.

See, problem solved.

Depict the image.

chron3z — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 11:37:21 +0000

It is not seen.
Or is it?

It’s right before you.

Here, have this picture of a chair.

With a lamp on top.

bertemu ruas

chron3z — Sat, 26 Jun 2010 20:06:10 +0000

kau ingat kau seorang je boleh emo tak pasal2?
kau ingat semua orang kena entertain kau sorang je?
orang lain pun ada life juga, weh.
esh. tak pernah rasa nak ngamuk camni sebenarnya.
tapi kau yang start.
kau ingat orang takkan jumpa blog kau ke?
blog kau yang kau guna untuk mengata orang lain.
dah la tak agak2.
terang2 cakap pasal aku and kawan aku.
hah! kan aku dah jumpa. silap benar kau ni.
kan kau dah jadi bahan kat blog ni. fit your face!
aku dah try pendam semua perasaan tak senang hati aku kat kau.
tapi kau. kau dah melampau.
dahlah weh. semua hal kat dunia ni, bukan pasal kau sorang je.
life aku, kawan-kawan aku, dan orang-orang kat sekeliling aku mahupun kau, bukan pasal kau seorang je.
orang lain tak perlu tip toe sebelah kau, jaga hati kau, sedangkan life diorang makin miserable.
kau tak perasan ke orang dah semakin tinggalkan kau..
kalau kau tak perasan, biar aku bagitahu. aku sedar apa yang berlaku.
aku boleh tolong tunjuk situasi sekarang kat kau.
ikut kau lah nak peduli ke tak.
satu je. kau memang dah buat aku rasa macam taknak ada connection lagi dengan kau.
biarlah kita jadi jauh macam dulu.
lagi baik untuk kita.
untuk aku.
masa aku, life aku, sangat precious.
untuk dibazirkan.
untuk fikir pasal orang macam kau.
ya, aku memang kejam.
aku tahu tu.

p/s: maaf, post emo-emo. but, i still love foods. and my L. and foods.

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