Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Poem: The Wildflower
The feeling is gone,
this heart shivers no more,
like a stone,
stiff and without hormones.
Melancholy,
I am in melancholy.
The fire inside me,
wilted like a dead lily.
The smell of the wildflower,
the dark wildflower,
captivated me every hour,
trapped inside my very core of power.
What has happened, do tell me,
does it cease so quickly,
left to be a mere history,
one I would forget eventually.
Time passes,
And passes with it my never-ending regret.
The rain has stopped.
Farewell, my wildflower.
It returns to be the wildflower I dislike,
still the most beautiful flower of my life.
What The Buck
My Hobbies. Passion. True gist of life.
1 - Reading. And more reading.
2 - Writing. I am more in love with my characters than people in real life.
3 - Drawing. Colours excite me. Colourless people need colourful supplements.
Purpose of Blog - to fancy myself a talented person. No one would publish or hire me as a creative person. Therefore, I'll hire myself and publish my own works. Who cares about the readers? Huh.
This is not a shrine. Not a dustbin either. This is purely and simply a blog.
1 - Reading. And more reading.
2 - Writing. I am more in love with my characters than people in real life.
3 - Drawing. Colours excite me. Colourless people need colourful supplements.
Purpose of Blog - to fancy myself a talented person. No one would publish or hire me as a creative person. Therefore, I'll hire myself and publish my own works. Who cares about the readers? Huh.
This is not a shrine. Not a dustbin either. This is purely and simply a blog.
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