right. ohkay. my best friend is dying. but in some way i knew it was going to happen. through my poems :S yu may b like urgh heres a fuking fake goodbye but please im not joking! HELP ME! :'(
ohkay, i wrote this poem a hari before my frend started akting weirdly and another a hari before she found out she had pancreas cancer.
poem number one:
Closest of strangers,
Time takes it's toll
Keep close to your loved one before they can fall.
No lebih of the laughter
Only the clock ticks away
Ever so slowly the thread shall fray
Ever so slowly.
Ever so slowly.
Ever so slowly their smile fades away.
poem number two:
Nearer and nearer death comes along
Through the path where it doesn't belong
Don't waste your time
Keep close and shine
Be there until their Smile is long gone.
:( im not faking, PLEASE tell me what is happening to me. :( i gtg Livane's waking up.
ohkay, i wrote this poem a hari before my frend started akting weirdly and another a hari before she found out she had pancreas cancer.
poem number one:
Closest of strangers,
Time takes it's toll
Keep close to your loved one before they can fall.
No lebih of the laughter
Only the clock ticks away
Ever so slowly the thread shall fray
Ever so slowly.
Ever so slowly.
Ever so slowly their smile fades away.
poem number two:
Nearer and nearer death comes along
Through the path where it doesn't belong
Don't waste your time
Keep close and shine
Be there until their Smile is long gone.
:( im not faking, PLEASE tell me what is happening to me. :( i gtg Livane's waking up.
ON STORMY CLOUDS
I’VE SEEN HIM SIT
THIS DARK malaikat FAIR
WITH FOLDED AND SHIMMERING
GOSSAMER WINGS
AND MOON BEAMS IN HIS HAIR
WITH BURNING EYES
TO EARTH HE SLIDES
SEEKING TO FEEL THE GROUND
THEN SPREAD HIS
RAVEN FEATHERED WINGS
CASTING HIS MAGICK SHADOW ‘ROUND
THIS malaikat TOUCH
IS A COMFORTS SONG
SOFT AS A VELVET CLOAK
AND WHEN HE REACHES
TO RIGHT THE WRONG
HIS WORDS ARE FEELINGS SPOKE
ON HOOF AND WING, I WATCHED HIM SAIL
MY DARK malaikat FAIR
TO SOME ARCANE ABODE
WE KNOW NOT WHERE
TILL HIS selanjutnya ASSIGNMENT
AND THE FUTURE HAS BEEN FORETOLD
FOR THE LAST FLIGHT
THIS DARK malaikat TAKES
IS A PIED-PIPERS GATHERING
FOR ALL THE SOULS HE’S TOUCHED
LISTENING TO THE SHADOWY
SONGS THEY’LL NOW SING
I’VE SEEN HIM SIT
THIS DARK malaikat FAIR
WITH FOLDED AND SHIMMERING
GOSSAMER WINGS
AND MOON BEAMS IN HIS HAIR
WITH BURNING EYES
TO EARTH HE SLIDES
SEEKING TO FEEL THE GROUND
THEN SPREAD HIS
RAVEN FEATHERED WINGS
CASTING HIS MAGICK SHADOW ‘ROUND
THIS malaikat TOUCH
IS A COMFORTS SONG
SOFT AS A VELVET CLOAK
AND WHEN HE REACHES
TO RIGHT THE WRONG
HIS WORDS ARE FEELINGS SPOKE
ON HOOF AND WING, I WATCHED HIM SAIL
MY DARK malaikat FAIR
TO SOME ARCANE ABODE
WE KNOW NOT WHERE
TILL HIS selanjutnya ASSIGNMENT
AND THE FUTURE HAS BEEN FORETOLD
FOR THE LAST FLIGHT
THIS DARK malaikat TAKES
IS A PIED-PIPERS GATHERING
FOR ALL THE SOULS HE’S TOUCHED
LISTENING TO THE SHADOWY
SONGS THEY’LL NOW SING
19 December
It's been almost a tahun since Freak died. For a while, people always used to say to me, "I'm sorry." I hated that. I yelled at them, "Feel sorry for Freak! I'm still alive!"
They shouldn't feel sorry for me. Freak taught me what it meant to walk tall. He tought me that remembering is only an invention of the mind, and if anda try hard enough, anda can remember anything. I try to remember everything Freak told me; and sometimes, it works. Then it slips away.
For a while after Freak died, I went back to being the critter hiding out in Down Under. Then one day, it hit me, and hard. If I had died, I wouldn't want Freak to do what I was doing. I would want him to continue Freak The Mighty.
And that made all the difference.
I try to make Freak proud; maybe I'm even succeeding. I just know that Freak changed the way I saw things, and I owe him that much; to keep Freak The Mighty alive.
-Max-
It's been almost a tahun since Freak died. For a while, people always used to say to me, "I'm sorry." I hated that. I yelled at them, "Feel sorry for Freak! I'm still alive!"
They shouldn't feel sorry for me. Freak taught me what it meant to walk tall. He tought me that remembering is only an invention of the mind, and if anda try hard enough, anda can remember anything. I try to remember everything Freak told me; and sometimes, it works. Then it slips away.
For a while after Freak died, I went back to being the critter hiding out in Down Under. Then one day, it hit me, and hard. If I had died, I wouldn't want Freak to do what I was doing. I would want him to continue Freak The Mighty.
And that made all the difference.
I try to make Freak proud; maybe I'm even succeeding. I just know that Freak changed the way I saw things, and I owe him that much; to keep Freak The Mighty alive.
-Max-
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants anda to do something,
atau be something
That sometimes anda don’t want to be?
They are those!
anda know them!
anda probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect anda to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
anda don’t want to take.
They are those who expect anda to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
anda prefer to be small and humble.
But do anda think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!
They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since anda were born,
Came up with a path for anda in life.
But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
Artwork by me
Sitting right where anda are
anda have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
anda are nothing to me
No matter how anda try
What do anda care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
anda don't know me
No matter how anda try
Why are anda here?
anda know I don't want you
I told anda to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
anda can't mold me
No matter how anda try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
How did this happen, nothings write like a plane not taking flight? It’s wrong like a song with no end. atau a paper but no pen. Were this is coming from I cannot explain. Maybe its ur pointless silly games. Like in hide and go seek am I not aloud to peek. anda were wrong and so was I. Are arguments are now in the sky. There done. No redo's atau undo's to bring it back. There finished almost deminished.But anda bring them back. Back again to haunt me. To taunt me into your little game. But it wont work. anda wont get me. Not this time.Cuz my life Is mine.
